#so I may be able to make this a regular thing!

[meirmakesstuff]

Thought I'd share the text of my drash from Pride Shabbat 5783, if that's all right:

Shabbat Shalom, Within the last few years a letter to the editor from 1936 rose to viral consciousness. In response to what must have been a recent article about a trans man's medical transition in 1936, the writer tells the story of a young man who transitioned in his village years earlier: Berel-Beyle. He writes: [Text of the letter as printed above] History doesn’t tell us how Berel-Beyle, or Black Rachel for that matter, might have felt about being described this way in the foremost Yiddish language paper in America, but what a gift it is to us to be able to read about them today! Our torah portion this week, Naso, opens with a continuation of another description of census-taking. This part of the Torah, that we read in late spring to early summer, concerns itself extensively with census-taking, genealogy, and other concerns to do with the counting and categorizing of people. At times, this can feel tedious, especially for b’nai mitzvah struggling to find personal meaning in ancient text. Tonight though, on this first shabbat of Pride Month, that process of counting and being counted calls to mind the ongoing struggle that most of us face or have faced, of feeling counted, of feeling seen. To come out--that is, to make oneself visible, to make oneself recognized as belonging to the LGBT+ community--can be at best nerve-wracking, often frightening, always uncertain. It can also be affirming, freeing, life-saving. Coming out is a thing not done once but over and over again, first to oneself, then to others: one’s family, one’s friends, new acquaintances throughout one’s life; and there’s a constant decision-making: do I come out to this person? If so, how, and when? But between those comings-out is the regular stuff of living. Berel-Beyle’s story doesn’t begin and end with his trip to Odessa; Mr. Katovski gives us the details of his life before and after transition as well. He tells us about the famous rabbis who left Berel-Beyle’s father “anguished and unhappy” on his child’s behalf with their answer of “God will help, God will help.” But God helped! God didn’t act to change Berel-Beyle’s heart, or replace his basic nature, his neshama, with a different one. God didn’t answer prayers by taking away Berel-Beyle’s queerness. Rather, Berel-Beyle was blessed with the opportunity to transition, and with a community that celebrated and welcomed him. And what did Berel-Beyle do? He returned to his village, married, and learned a skill that at that time and place was reserved for men: to daven. To pray. To be counted in a minyan, a quorum of people willing to count you. May we be blessed with the many blessings of prayer, of Shabbat, and of this season of Pride: with the security of love, and the euphoria of self-recognition, with visibility, with community, and with peace.

פֿון פֿאָרווערטס, נאָוועמבער 19, 1936

[winkofcharm]

Spinning, Spinning, Spun - Chapter 1

Please help me, this is far longer than I expected it to be lmao.

Batfam x Reader {platonic} [Previous]

Barbara Gordon is simultaneously the first to notice, and the sort-of last to know. 

It begins as most nights do for her, preparing for her shift as Oracle, waiting for you to send over the photos of the day. Scanning through the reports, planning out the routes each Bat would take, keeping an eye on any sort of forum, social media, police report, etc - that might drop a hint for what criminal activities may be planned for the night. It was a familiar pattern, one she had held to for years, even before she joined The Family. 

She’d known for as long as she could remember that she wanted to be in law enforcement, and since she was strictly forbidden from joining the GCPD by her Dad, what better way than this?

 First as Batgirl, fighting along Batman and Robin - being brought into the fold, into the family. She even remembers the first time she was brought into the batcave, and became aware of the men behind the masks; The Bruce Wayne, The Dick Grayson. She was going to work with the legends she modelled herself after. The ones who inspired her to take up a mask, to hit the streets of Gotham, and fulfil her dream. But it wasn’t just the two of them, was it? There was their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, former military, hyper-competent, and a master of what he did. And then…there was you. 

Barely a toddler, not able to comprehend what was going on, even if you wanted to. You were a cute kid, for sure, but she didn’t really know much about kids, and wasn’t interested in learning either. She had more important things to do, and yeah, she felt kind of bad brushing you off whenever she stopped in during the day, but that’s what Bruce told her to do - and at the end of the day, he was your dad, and had the final say. If she ever was curious about who exactly was watching over this child while She, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred were all preoccupied, then it was only a fleeting thought before refocusing on the job at hand. 

She watched you grow in glimpses and glances. Sighing a breath of relief when Bruce told her you were in on the secret, and letting another when he mentioned you wouldn’t be involved. By the time you were told, she was already Oracle, and balancing another vigilante would be stretching herself a little too thin. You learning the secret, also led to her seeing you less and less. And if she were completely honest with herself, it was a solace, a weight off her shoulders - one less person she needed to lie to. 

It became so much easier once you started leaving The Manor, she didn’t need to worry about running into you, and the awkward greetings that would follow. Barbara could get right to work, without needing to censor any discussions or plans. Anytime you were home, you seemed to get the hint quickly and make yourself scarce. The contact was minimal, until Bruce came to her with a request.

You were getting popular on social media, and with that popularity came risk. Risk of people getting too curious, of not just your safety, but the others safety being compromised as well. So a plan was put into motion. 

Every day, at 5pm Gotham time, you would send over any pre-planned posts and pictures, and Barbara would scrub them clean of meta-data. She would cross-reference any details regarding the rest of the family, making sure the timelines of events stayed consistent (though, she admits, you were pretty good at that already - and getting better at covering your own digital tracks. It seemed almost redundant to have her backtrack over everything, but who was Batman without redundancies?). Then, once satisfied, she’d send them back, and you would post at predetermined times. 

For the last five or six years, this system worked. You were always punctual, provided the few times you were late due to scheduling conflicts with the regular time, but even then, you always let her know ahead of time. Until this time, that is. 

5 pm, 18:00, 5 in the evening - came and went, and not a text, or dm, or email in sight. Maybe you were busy, maybe you were sleeping? You were in Hong Kong, possibly on your way elsewhere at the moment, and time zones could be tricky at best - but you never missed the 5pm cutoff. 

And honestly, she may have been the first to discover your disappearance, if she hadn’t been immediately distracted by a new thread on the Gotham subreddit. An unconfirmed source, one she needed to follow up on asap, claiming a grumbling in the underground - a rumour, unsubstantiated, but all rumours regarding any of the rogues needed to be followed up on. 

Thus, your lack of contact went unappreciated, and unheeded. 

The second to notice, and the first to inquire, was one Stephanie Brown. 

Steph - as she insisted to be called - was probably just as active in the realm of social media as you were, even if she wasn’t quite as popular. She never really got the invites to collaborate and create as much branded content as you did, but she didn’t really want that. She was okay with being “Gotham famous”, where people who were chronically online may recognize her out and about, but she wasn’t being hounded. Not like you were, and that was perfectly fine. 

She didn’t want to be as famous as you, hell, from the few times you actually made conversation, you didn’t want to be as famous as you are. The first time Wayne Enterprises pushed for a collab between you and her, you had been so... so…something. 

You had been sat beside her in a boardroom, the company PR team presenting why it would be so great for You, at the time the only known biological Wayne heir, and Steph, at the time girlfriend to their youngest ever CEO, to run a series of posts together online to promote brand engagement and blah-blah-blaaaaaaaaaah. Meanwhile, Bruce and Tim sat opposite her and you, nodding and agreeing with whatever business talk came out of the team's mouth. 

She also remembers nodding along, even if she didn’t understand what they were saying. It wasn’t like either of you were going to turn down the proposal, especially since it was coming directly from Bruce. She “uhuhed” and “okay’d” at all the right times, and you…you just sat there. 

You never even really looked at her, and Steph recalls how angry that made her. How you glanced over her once before looking away (before looking down) and never really looked back at her (never looked back up). She thought you to be stuck up and rude, some bratty kid living rich off their daddy’s money. It wasn’t until later, when you actually were working together for a supposedly “candid” photo opportunity, that she realized you were just quiet and a little awkward. 

In person, you were a complete 180 from how you presented yourself online. Online, you were confident, bold, clever and witty. In person, you shrunk into yourself. Shoulders hunched, eyes looking anywhere but forward - until the camera started rolling and then, then you transformed. Shoulders back, eyes forward, smirk playing on your lips. You went from random nobody, to someone who couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than the child of Bruce Wayne.

 It made her curious, and for Stephanie Brown, curiosity was dangerous. 

She started by asking Tim about you, but he couldn’t give any more information than she already had, and even then, some of it seemed to just be about the online you - not the real one. When pushed, he got frustrated, and ended up starting a small argument. 

“Does it matter? All you have to do with them is pose for some pictures - it’s not like they do anything else.” 

And didn’t that set Stephanie off. You were a person, more than an online presence - so she and Tim didn’t speak for a week, until you had left town again, and the reason behind the argument semi-forgotten. 

Then she made the mistake of asking Bruce - and fuck, wasn’t that one of the most terrifying conversations (could it even be called that?) of her life. She tried to play off her questioning as small talk - 

“Man, they’re completely different in person y’know. I expected them to be just a rich kid, but -” 

Bruce cut her off. He hadn’t even been looking at her at first, but the moment he realized she was talking about You, his head had whipped around at her. His eyes hardened, his face twisted into one she’d only seen before aimed at lowlife thugs. Stephanie could feel the fear creeping in, her palms starting to sweat. She had made eye contact for just a moment, before casting her eyes elsewhere. Why had he reacted like this? She just wanted to know more about his kid. She didn’t think that was wrong - how could it be? 

“All you were to do was a job. They’re to be left alone outside of that.” She tried to defend herself, mostly out of surprise, but Bruce wasn’t having it. Anything she spoke was met with a cold and stern:

“Drop it.”

So she did. For a bit. The next time you were in town, and you were asked to work together again, she tried to bring it up again - and Bruce got even angrier. She ended up benched, and if she had to choose between you and Spoiler? 

Well, she didn’t know you that well. And Spoiler, Spoiler was always going to be more important.

Even after she and Tim broke up, you played the part of her digital bestie - and she would catch glimpses of the real you, the you no one else had seen, whenever she could. At one point she realized she knew more about you then the ones purported to be your siblings, and it sent her into a spiral. At best, you were coworkers, and she knew more than the people who were supposed to know everything.  

It helped that you posted several times a day, everyday. And sure, a lot of it was the fake influencer bullshit, but sometimes you’d sneak in the truth. Those were the posts she went out of her way to like and repost. She learned your favourite colour and favourite hot beverage in the same post, and made sure the next time you went out together for content, that it was prepared correctly, in a mug of your favourite colour. 

The small smile that lit up your face was perhaps the first real smile she had seen you make. And if it made her heart flutter, well, she kept that secret close. 

So it became a habit of hers. To scroll through your posts everyday, except today - 

You hadn’t posted anything. Not a thing. Nothing on twitter, on instagram, on snapchat, on tiktok - nothing. She refreshed each one multiple times, just in case, and kept switching between platforms, just in case.  

It set her on edge. Made her stand a little straighter - and then - the panic set in as she recalled - 

You queued everything.

You queued your posts for up to a week out at a time - meaning while there was nothing made public today, you hadn’t posted anything for the last week. 

So Stephanie did the only thing she could think to do, and went to the only person who might know more and be willing to share.

Alfred.

Thus Alfred became the third to notice, and the first to know. 

He remembers when you came to the manor. How little you were, the power of your lungs as you cried out into the world. A cry that would, if he were honest, barely ever be answered. 

Barely two weeks old, and already being forced to learn how cold the world is - he tried to apologize for it, but how could he? Nothing could replace what had been lost, nothing could replace what would never be given. 

Your mother had died in childbirth, or shortly after. The timeline wasn’t quite clear, but she had enough time to list one Bruce Wayne as the father on your birth certificate. Something neither he or Bruce had expected - let alone the call that came from the hospital, requesting someone come pick you up, lest CPS get involved. Bruce eventually relented under that threat, wanting to avoid any sort of government digging, but only if a DNA test proved you to be his child.

The Hospital agreed, and two days later, the results came back positive. You were his, and he was all you had. They refused to allow Alfred to collect you, no matter how hard Bruce pushed - he had to be the one to pick you up. So Bruce brought Alfred with him, and the moment he laid his eyes on you, he was yours. You were, in Alfred’s opinion, the most valuable thing in the world. 

Bruce, his ward, his son in every way but blood, to Alfred’s disappointment, did not agree. There was no time for an infant, not in his crusade. Despite trying his best to care for you and Bruce at the same time, Batman’s schedule made it impossible. 

An infant needed around the clock care, and if he was in the Batcave watching over Bruce and Dick (who hadn’t even been told about you - didn’t even know you were there in the manor, having been put in the nursery wing at the far end, where your cries were only to be heard by a nanny no one had bothered to hire), then there was no way for him to watch over you -  there was more than one morning you woke covered in your own mess. 

Alfred at least got Bruce to agree to hire a Nanny after the second week. He refused to have the Nanny in the main house, however. And how was that supposed to work anyway? Another person, poking around Wayne Manor with all its secrets? Bruce would never stand it. 

The solution broke Alfred’s heart, even if he agreed it was for the best. 

A country house, unused since the days of Thomas and Martha Wayne, and a Nanny, paid an ungodly sum and handpicked by Alfred himself for her silence and skill. Off you went, nearly two hours away, out of the grasp of Gotham and its shadows. The Nanny they had hired was instructed to send reports every week - written and verbal. The written reports went to Bruce’s desk, with any requests for new furniture, clothing, toys and other expenses were signed off on and sent back. The verbal reports? Those were Alfreds. 

He was kept up to date with every milestone, from learning to turn yourself over, to your first words and steps. The Nanny mentioned more than once she was worried about how quiet you were, how hesitant to ask for anything, from physical needs to emotional ones - and it hurt him to hear. You were a Wayne, the world would be at your fingertips, nothing should be out of reach - except, perhaps, your own family's affection. 

He assured the poor woman that the quiet was normal, that Bruce himself had been a quiet baby before exploding into a vibrant child (until reverting back after the alley). He did insist, as you grew older, that you would be brought into the phone calls. How delightful it was to hear you, even if it was just a few scattered words. 

Years passed like this, until suddenly you were at the cusp of puberty. And Bruce had no choice but to bring you back into the main house. The Nanny who had raised you, who you clung to for all your needs, was ready to retire. Alfred was the one to convince him to let you back, Dick was leaving, and he couldn’t imagine the Manor without some sort of childish light. Perhaps you could even get to know your father, grow close to him, and never be sent away again. 

How futile a wish. 

You never stood a chance. 

Alfred went himself, to collect you. Your sparse belongings had been sent ahead, having arrived in the Manor two days before you had - and had been placed once again in the nursery (though the crib had been removed, and replaced with a large four poster bed - curtains in your current favourite colour, and ready to be replaced when you changed it). 

You were polite and proper in your greetings, exactly as you were raised and taught to be. A firm handshake, your tiny hand in his - something you should have learned from your father, but was taught by a stranger. You remained silent the entire way home, looking out the window as the countryside changed. And Alfred couldn’t help but look back in the mirrors, and try his hardest to memorize everything about you. 

He should have known better. He spoke to you, as you approached the grounds, how your father was waiting to meet you (and held back on speaking about Dick, if only to ease the blow on how your father would rather raise a child that wasn’t you). He had thought Bruce would do the right thing and be waiting to greet you, as he had been raised to do whenever family arrived, so when he finally pulled up to the front doors and Bruce wasn’t there, he felt ashamed. He apologized for your fathers faux pas, and you just brushed it off - claiming you understood how busy he was. 

He would later find Bruce in the Batcave, with Jason Todd in tow. He would scold Bruce privately later, for doing all the things he had expected him to do with you, with Jason instead. A tour of the manor, showing you your room, introducing you to the history of your great family - all things Alfred had done instead. 

It was Alfred who helped you adjust, who prepared you for your new role as a Wayne heir. It was Alfred who introduced you to Jason, upon escorting you to the library and catching him there as well. And it was Alfred who went and yelled at Bruce for allowing you to assume you were like the others, an orphan taken in by a wealthy patron. 

It was an innocent question on Jason’s behalf, one he apologized for immediately after - 

“Did Bruce take you in too?”

And you turned to Alfred, unsure how to answer - he could see the words of affirmation forming in your mouth, the questioning furrow of your brow, before he cut you off - 

“Young Master is Master Bruce’s child by birth, sir.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’m really sorry, he just didn’t mention anything and I just assumed, and I’m rambling, I’m sorry.”  The embarrassed blush that bled onto Jason’s cheeks was probably the only thing that saved him from a scolding for asking such a question, along with your own response:

“It’s okay, you didn’t know - “ and thus your introduction was awkward and stilted, but at least you might finally have someone else by your side. 

He should have known better. 

He told Bruce of your meeting Jason, of the conversation you’d had, and how for a moment (perhaps much longer) you had thought yourself another ward, hadn’t been assured that the Wayne family was, in fact, your family. And While Bruce never addressed your feeling of lack of belonging - he did stress that you and Jason were to be kept separate, as much as could possibly be done. 

 Alfred verbally agreed, and mentally decided to make sure you and Jason spent as much time together as possible without Bruce noticing. Which proceeded to blow up in his face when Jason, in the midst of a visit from Dick, inadvertently blew the whole secret sky high. 

You never told him of what happened that night. Never looked at him again with trust in your eyes. Never reached out to Jason, or Dick, or even Tim when he arrived. You locked yourself further away, kept to your room outside of meals and school. And Alfred, if he ever heard you crying to yourself, pulled back; never acknowledged the damage done. How could he? In supporting the others, he had failed you. 

You lived as a ghost, and when you started leaving the manor more and more, he hoped you would move on. That you would grow into a person all your own, without the shadow of your family. But you never completely broke away - how could you? When they started finally pulling you in, in a grotesque semblance of a relationship that was never really real. It made him sick to his stomach, seeing you on the cover of Teen Vogue , purporting an interview about how great your siblings were. Siblings you hadn’t spoken to in months, hadn’t seen in even longer. 

Then Stephanie Brown took an interest, and Alfred, remembering how badly things had gone before when Jason had taken an interest, kept it to himself. Passed on what he could recall of your likes and dislikes, of your habits and rituals. So it wasn’t necessarily surprising when she called to ask about you. He paid no mind to Stephanie pushing for him to call you, gave the excuse of wondering when you’d next be in town, and that she’d tried to text you but had gotten no response. So he did. No answer, straight to voicemail - your phone was apparently turned off. 

“Please leave a message after the beep - “ 

Generic, he was hoping you had changed it by now, but clearly, he’d have to remind you again. But before the beep could go off, his blood chilled. 

A laugh. 

Not a laugh, a cackle. 

Familiar, and cruel - on your voicemail message, on your private phone, and one all too recognizable. 

The Joker

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[littlebvtterfly]

Hi, everyone! And Happy Pride! This is probably coming in just under the line, but I'll throw it out there nonetheless since someone did ask for it. I've been feeling kind of creatively in a void and I no longer know what to do, so I am doing this because it usually helps me out a great deal. And, I always love to celebrate Pride with you guys! Anyways, I hope you will all join and have fun!

P.s.: I am currently trying my best to rework or make Pinterest boards for OCs who have none, so bear with me.

The rules and regulations are simple, but they exist nonetheless, so here they are:

The exchange, for now, is open until June 30th. I may extend it if people are interested.

LGBTQ+ OC's only, please! Yes, you can send in someone with a non-same-sex relationships as long as one or two of the people in are LGBTQ. Trans and non-binary OC's are always welcome!

You may make 1-2 requests, but I will probably reblog it, saying you can ask for more because I always do (hehe).

Please reblog this post to spread some awareness. You can like for remembrance, but just a like doesn't count (you already know this; I know my 5 regulars who come here every time)!

As aforementioned, this is open to my regular drunks and new patrons alike, so please do not be shy. Think of me as I think of birds; I am more scared of you than you are of me.

Fill out the form linked below and find the password in the form!

Please only send me face claims with good quality and plenty of material to use. Also, no cartoon characters. Video game characters may work, depending on the animation style. I'm not trying to discriminate; it can just be really tough for me to find material for cartoons, anime, video games, etc., as I edit by making little video clips first and so on. However, if you slide in my DMs, we might be able to discuss some stuff.

Please, please, please fill out all the columns I need and choose at least two gift options. I just like to have a fallback in case one gift doesn’t work out for any reason, though I usually do post two gifts for everyone.

Remember the pleases and thank you's; pleases and thank you's make my heart grow fond.

I don't do Harry Potter or Stranger Things OCs, and while I don't have a specific list of FCs I don't use, I ask that you do not request anything for overtly problematic actors. Thank you!

I accept pretty much any gift in return: GIF edits, mood boards, playlists, story reviews, drawings/art—anything is fine. If it's a story review, please let me know in the form so I know you did, as I don't check my accounts every day. You can find my writing platforms in my pinned post.

I'm fine with gifts for any of my OCs; my master list as well as the link to my Pinterest and Spotify are in my pinned post.

Please remember that in order for me to post my gifts for you, I need to know you have given me a gift first. I don’t want to sound greedy in any form; I have just had issues with this before. I do want to make everyone who hands in a form a gift, and it hurts when I can’t. If you submitted and can’t make gifts for any reason that comes up, it’s totally fine; I will most likely do another exchange in no time.

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[cultivating-wildflowers]

Your knitting circle sounds like a hoot! What knitting project are you working on?

Getting into this knitting/crochet group has been such a treat and I love it and the ladies I've met. It's such a fun mix of personalities and it's almost never dull.

This week was a bit unusual because I was the first one there and the second person was a newcomer who seemed just as nervous as I'd been my first time. I'm not great at conversation with people I don't know--I learned most of my conversation skills from Shannon Hale and, when lost, revert to my grandmother's habit of reacting to everything with an exaggerated, "Tch. Well, isn't that just [adjective]!" (Often her adjective of choice was "Cute!" This applied to everything from my aggressive dog to my second car, a rusty black crossover SUV.) The third arrival was the college student, who is also shy, so things were exceedingly awkward until Ruth with her German sensibility completed the group.

The rest of the cast are three old ladies who remind me of my aunts in various ways, except at least two of them are Catholic (one sincere and one who seems to approach it grudgingly as a matter of course). There's a foundational member I've never met who apparently winters down south with her brother. She was expected back by the beginning of June and hasn't turned up yet and no one knows what happened to her. Over time the group has seen other folks as well, including a mythical "young man who was really good at knitting" who up and disappeared one day. Unfortunate, that loss.

My current project is a sweater! It's given me a great deal of grief but the end is in sight. (And it's actually crochet, not knitting, because I haven't reconciled with knitting yet.)

Unfortunately my house has really bad lighting and it's cloudy outside have a picture of it on my kitchen floor (yes, that is carpet). The lighting never does the color justice; it's a soft green-blue color:

@parlaypeach Here's the direct link to the free version of the pattern, but it is a doozy. These are my notes on my printed copy (some of it is row counting and I restarted a few times before I was happy with the size):

I chose to decrease the arms as I worked them down to the cuff and then gathered the cuff. Somehow this gave me almost the same stitch count as what I think the pattern called for without that decrease. But I'm not sure, because we get two stitch counts in the entire pattern and they're for the first two rows. So riddle me that.

I'm also adding proper ribbing to the hem and putting in ribbing and button holes along the front edges, whereas the original pattern just has you work a basic narrow row along the edges to give a somewhat finished look.

Oh, and where the stitch type switches partway down I opted for a simple stitch instead of the reverse stitch in the pattern because I prefer how it looks.

Warning: You WILL need to size down. My yarn is listed as worsted but feels lighter (knitting ladies agree), I sized down my hook, and I adjusted my stitch count, and this thing is still big. But oversized is fine. (I also am not at all matching gauge so there's that. My rows tend to be short but my stitches tend to be wide?)

Also, this is the first sweater I crocheted, and the pattern. This first one was more straight-forward and, y'know, written correctly (I have MANY of this artist's patterns bookmarked), but the one I'm working on currently has that nifty way to shape the shoulders and I didn't have to join the arms as separate pieces, so I do like that about it.

[lantes-blog]

hey! as a matter of fact, i would. there's a lot of videos that will give you knowledge on book binding in general, like this one i used a lot, i really recommend watching it before starting.

i'll be splitting the tips up into formatting, printing, and binding.

tips for formatting:

You Will Format Your Pdf. you need to convert the hgcz pdf (or any text you want to bind) into a pdf that has the pages offset for printing (the video explains this. watch it 🫵) i had 4 pages per sheet

there are online tools (this one's my favorite and does all the other pdf editing things needed) that will format a pdf into the booklet, but you may need to be kinda good at counting. i am not good at counting. i messed this part up so many times. so golden era had 172 pages, which at 4 pages per sheet, means 43 sheets of paper. you will need to split up the pages into signatures as individual pdfs before feeding them into online2pdf booklet maker. you will need to count them properly. Make Sure They Are Divisible By 4 i cannot tell you the amount of times i messed up counting the pages and would open the separations and see an odd number.

signature separations seen below. it's a tedious process

(many of these were updated 2/5 because originally the signatures were 32 pages which is way too thick for cardstock. fine for paper, cardstock can take a max of 16 pages (4 sheets) before the print near the back starts warping around the spine. rip synergy victim of the first)

if you're planning on bookbinding a comic/zine like hgcz that requires color, and you don't have a color printer like me, you'll probably have to go to a store that offers it as a service.

tips below for color printing (skip ahead if it's a text fanfic or something that a normal bw printer can do):

i did this at the ups store and they did not tell me that i could bring my own paper (cardstock for me, which was $2 a page. not even for any color printing. just the page. yikes) until way later than i would have liked. Bring Your Own Paper. the paper is probably going to be massively overpriced and i was able to buy and bring 50 pages of cardstock at an art store for like. $6. crazy

do NOT print all your signatures all at once. i had several instances where the week's copies were all slightly cut off at the edge and if that had happened to the whole book all at once i would Not have been able to afford reprinting

i printed ~8 sheets of paper a trip, so two signatures. this is easier to keep track of in case your pages get mixed up (and less overwhelming to bind)

if an edge gets cut off, add maybe 2cm of space to that side in the pdf and then resize it to A4 dimensions.

tips for binding:

you dont need anything fancy. i used the handle of scissors as a bone folder, regular sewing thread and needle for the bindings, a thumbtack for an awl, and (extra strong) elmers glue for the glue (we will see if this starts falling apart it is only a couple weeks old. it's holding up great so far though)

i did wax the thread with a beeswax candle (couldn't find any wax by itself) (i did set some tissue paper on fire accidentally while trying to get some), i'd recommend this because pulling the thread through all the holes can be a pain if it separates and tangles up

try to do some practice before, make a blank sketchbook or something just so you kind have some experience before the actual thing

sewing in two signatures at a time was pretty nice because it wasn't ever stressful having papers everywhere and this became a weekly project that i did not give up halfway through

i've tried making covers out of fabric before but they kinda look ugly i'm ngl so i skinned an old hardcover book from the library bookstore (was like $2) with similar dimensions. the spine letters can be removed with nail polish remover, though the indent will remain.

the sides and edges of the book WILL be uneven. it is inevitable. it is okay. modern books are only so smooth because they don't make books like this anymore. if you have a paper guillotine (i don't) you can try to even it out, but that risks chopping off some text (i wouldn't) (especially not a color printed comic) and also it ending up uneven anyway esp for thick books like fanfiction often is. there is a method for using an x-acto knife to carefully even it out by hand but i've tried that for bound sketchbooks and i just don't have the precision for it it's pretty awful

that's all i can think of for now! feel free to ask any more questions if you have any. i feel like i should note that hgcz has announced a physical edition to come in the future, so if your goal is to just have a copy, it'd be way easier and cheaper to get that when it comes out. if your goal is the love of the game though? go nuts.

IT'S DONE. MY BOOKBOUND PHYSICAL HGCZ GOLDEN ERA. if you have read hgcz read it NOW. literally right now you can find it at @hotguycomiczine it will change your life

i've been working on this since january (mostly due to the budgeting issues involving printing), and i believe have just narrowly completed this in a shorter timeframe than the actual zine (sheer embarrassment for taking so long was a great motivation). and YES i found out there was an official physical edition in production about 90% of the way through

i did draw a new cover and design a book jacket for golden era! i've never done something like that before so it was a great challenge

genuinely, hgcz might be one of the greatest pieces of art to ever come out of a fandom. i absolutely loved like. everything about the overarching story and all the details that went into this i could ramble on for hours. i have so sososo much more respect for everyone who worked on this now that i tried creating smth adjacent. this whole project, especially as a fandom related collaborative effort, is just incredible to me

bonus content under the cut!

hgcz cover notes:

there's a lot of stuff i tried to put into the golden era cover

i really liked the original wormtime cover, so the colors are very inspired by that

photograph meant to show the duo at the beginning of Golden Era, for the contrast with isjasz's polaroid by Legacy

hg is angling the camera to catch himself first and foremost, cg being in there is almost an afterthought. he's still a prideful guy!

speaking of which, they're angled away from each other as they're still not fully working together as a team

cuteguy and hotguy designs a mashup of several creators (particularly tibby-art for cuteguy and chrisrin for hotguy)

cg's eyes are visible but hg's visor hides his

hg's scars are also slightly visible as reflections, including a harsh reflection across his left eye. hmmm..

my hotguy and cuteguy refs for the cover. you can see which other artists from hgcz i took inspiration from i think

i had. so many issues. with the physical pages. sometimes my spacing would be off and some parts of the comic would get cut off and i'd have to go buy them again (i don't have a color printer). and i couldn't afford to buy all 172 pages at once so i split the trips up biweekly. anyway it was just a whole process. i ended up with so many offprints i had enough to bookbind an extra hgcz scraps book.

also where i did sketches and thumbnailing

some pics of the book in progress

[thebestusernamepossible]

Seeing how downhill everything going gives me a special kind of pain because I *dont* want to just move to a different contry. Despite everything I like living here, I like the good aspects of it. I like our cultural diversity, I like summer BBQs and visiting my great grandma every few months. I like fishing with my grandpa, and despite what a shithole it is I love the people who love their lives everyday here. And I am so so so so scared for them.

I don’t want to have to leave my home to not live in a facist nazi contry. I don’t want to have to move to be happy.

I hate the America of today…. But the people? The American people, who are scraping paycheck to paycheck and getting fed unjust propaganda? The people in my community? The people stuck in this burnt melting pot with me?

I love them.

And I can only hope for their safety.

[jettison-my-gift]

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[crest-of-gautier]

my beloved wife gets me sick clips and i love her for it!!!

[bomberqueen17]

How To Shop For Fabric Online

RIP Joann's. Now many places in the US no longer have a local fabric store, such as it even was toward the end.

There are some good posts going around about where to shop for fabric and craft supplies online, like this one for example. But if you're a beginner-to-intermediate sewist, and the way you've always shopped for fabric is by going to the store and touching it, it can be a hard, even cruel adjustment to suddenly be looking at a photo online and trying to piece together from the inconsistent descriptions what you're actually looking at.

So I'm going to just try to bang together a little primer on What Things Are Called, and how to educate yourself, so that you don't have to do what I did and just buy a ton of inappropriate stuff you wound up not being able to use for what you'd thought. And I will link to some resources that will help with this. This will be garment-sewing-centric but will, I think, be fairly broadly applicable.

The first thing is to look carefully at your desired project. If it is a commercial pattern, it will usually tell you what kind of fabric you need, but it will describe it in not the same words it's often sold under. If it is NOT a commercial pattern and you're kind of winging it, it's even harder. So here is how to start figuring out what you need.

Number one: Knit or Woven?

Quilting fabric is woven. If you are making a quilt, you want a woven. Most craft projects are made with woven fabric-- tote bags, upholstery, you name it.

Many garments are knits. T-shirts, yoga pants, cardigans. It is easy to know, because knits stretch. They can either stretch both ways (along the length and along the width) or just one way (usually along the width); this is confusingly either called 2-way stretch or 4-way stretch. Yes, stores are inconsistent. Look carefully at the description, and they will usually specify-- "along the grain" or "in all directions". Some garments require stretch only around the body-- maxi skirts, knit dresses etc-- while some absolutely need stretch both ways, like bathing suits.

No, you absolutely cannot clone your favorite knit t-shirt in quilting cotton. It will not fit. Most knit garments have "negative ease", meaning they are smaller than your body and stretch to fit. All woven garments have "positive ease", meaning they are larger than your body, unless very firm shaping undergarments are used.

SMALL EXCEPTION: There exist "stretch wovens", which are woven fabrics made with elastic fibers. These will be labeled as such. They are actually harder to sew with than regular wovens because they almost never have their stretch percentage labeled; they are NOT suitable for knit patterns. Avoid them, until you are more advanced and know how to accomodate them, is my advice!

Number two: WEIGHT.

How heavy is the fabric? How thick? How thin? This is measured in two main ways-- ounces per yard (denim is often 8oz, 10 oz, 12 oz) or grams per square meter. But many fabric retailers do not tell you a weight, they use words like "bottomweight" or "dress-weight", and you have to learn to figure out what they mean by that.

My lifehack for learning these has been go to go to ready-to-wear clothing retailers and see if they give the weights of the fabric their garments are made from. (Yes, I learned how to shop for clothes online instead of in-store years ago, because I am fat; some of us have had to do this a long time.)

If you are making a pair of trousers, you need heavier fabric than if you are making a blouse. Do not buy a floaty translucent chiffon to make your work trousers, it will not work no matter how cute the color is. Learn how the different weights of fabric are described, and you will improve your odds of finding what you need.

Number three: DRAPE.

Is it stiff? Is it fluid? Is it soft? is it firm? There are a lot of very artsy words used for this, and you may find yourself puzzling over things with a fluid hand, or a dry, crisp hand, or "a lot of drape", or maybe the listing doesn't describe it at all. This segues neatly into another technical thing, which is the WEAVE of the fabric. There is a dizzying array of words that tell you what kind of fabric it is-- twill, tabby, challis, chiffon, crepe, organza, georgette. And these will give you insight into the drape, and thus into the texture/usability of this fabric, and how suitable it may or may not be for your project.

I know it's a lot to think about but I am now going to give you resources for where to see all this stuff.

Number one is Mood Fabrics, which I can't believe hasn't been in any of the posts I've seen so far. They are a huge store in NYC's Fashion District and yes you can go there, but when I went there it overwhelmed me so much I left empty-handed. But what they have is AN INCREDIBLE WEBSITE. They have everything on there, and what's most important for you, their listings are INCREDIBLY consistent. They have VIDEOS of many of the fabrics, where a sales associate will hold it, wave it, stretch it, and tell you verbally what it is and what it's for, in about thirty seconds. HUNDREDS of these videos.

Whether you want to buy from them or not, go to Mood Fabrics, click around, find their listings, and read them. They will tell you fabric content, weight (usually gsm), often weave, they have little graphics that show you if it's for pants, dresses, shirts. And they have those videos. Look at the listings, watch the videos, and you will leave knowing a lot more about how to look at an online listing of fabric and know what you're getting.

Another really excellent website for this is Stonemountain & Daughter. I've actually not bought anything from them yet (they came highly recommended, but they're not cheap), but their online listings are, again, very thorough and very detailed. They always have a picture of the fabric with a fold in it held in place by a pin, which does more to help you understand the weight and drape of a fabric than any other static image ever could-- that visual, combined with how informative the listings are, has helped me learn to estimate fabric weights on other sites very effectively.

And here is a page that's ostensibly about how to wash silk, but I found it so useful because it gives such a clear image of what each weave/type of silk fabric looks and drapes like. I've never bought anything from these guys either, but this is a good resource.

Learn a little bit about fabric so you know what you're looking for, and you can begin to replace some of that "i just have to go and feel it in person" problem. There will still be trial and error, but you'll have a better starting place at least.

[i-m-snek]

"Why was Steve Irwin praised for free handling venomous animals, yet freehandlers today are condemned?"

(I live in the US, so this post and reference to law makers/the hobby is very US centric. Keep that in mind as you read, please) Let's pull back and take a look at -how- the free handling was approached when it came to Steve. At the beginning of each of his shows, there were several warnings posted, telling viewers how dangerous what he was doing was, not to try it at home, and that he is a trained professional with years of experience and access to anti venom. These warnings were repeated several times through out the the episode, both by Steve himself and the narrator. The animals were treated with respect, he would often avoid the head being to close to him, and he did it to show the lack of maliciousness of these animals. He also had an entire crew with him, so if he were to get bit he could be transported for treatment quickly and efficiently. His entire goal was education, not clout. Free handling keepers nowadays (A majority of the time) do not have any warnings on their free handling photos and videos. They post selfies with these dangerously venomous animals as if it's the most normal thing for regular people to handle them. There's nothing saying that it's dangerous, that it should only be done by professionals, etc. This encourages people who post on the internet for clout to try this, because it gets them attention. These people regularly have the faces of the animals close to their body, and in their hands, again, with no 'do not try this at home' warnings. Just photos as if the animal is not venomous. In a lot of places, training is not required to own venomous animals. You can go online, buy a venomous snake, and often times the person selling the venomous snake won't even ask questions. Dangerous animals are easier than ever to get a hold of, which makes the nonchalance of free handlers even more dangerous. It's not about putting themselves in danger, it's about encouraging others to do the same. Often time these venomous keepers that freehandle do so alone, with no one else around. In the event of a bite, the person may not be able to transport themselves to a hospital for treatment. They often also don't have anti venom on hand. A free handler getting bitten and dying can put the entire reptile keeping hobby in danger because the vast majority of people who write laws, know nothing about the difference in species. They do not care if the snakes are venomous or not, they will see that someone died from a snake bite, see all snakes and go 'this is dangerous' whether it be a corn snake or a cobra.

[sugoroo]

ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, reader plays volleyball, masturbation, oral (f receiving), obsessive behaviour, boobjob, penetration (p in v), 18+ minors dni.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who decides you're going to be his the very first time he sees you playing volleyball on the beach with your teammates wearing those pitiful scraps of material that can hardly be classified as a bikini.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes sure to pick up any and every extra shift he can just so he can figure out exactly what times you come down to the shore to practise.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose new favourite pastime is just to sit in his lookout post, barely paying attention to the water to keep an eye on anybody who may be in potential danger — no, lately, his gaze always seems to be fixed squarely upon you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but push his sunglasses up to rest in his hair so he can get a clearer view of you as you move around the sand, the way your scantily-clad body moves whenever you jump to hit the ball over the net just hypnotizing the poor man.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to disregard his duties completely to duck into a nearby beach hut when it becomes too much to just watch you, furiously fisting his leaking cock to the delicious mental image of your ass bouncing as you played.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who emerges from the hut looking like an utter mess, snowy locks dishevelled and swimming trunks hanging low on his hips as he stumbles back over to his lookout post. his strange behavior even grants him a few curious look from nearby beachgoers, but he couldn't care less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finds his hands clenching into tight fists by his sides when he observes one of the boys from the opposing volleyball team shaking your hand after a match. it's just a sign of mutual respect between players —  he knows that.

but that doesn't mean it irritates him any less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finally gathers the confidence to actually approach you later that afternoon while you're packing up your things, idly scratching the back of his undercut while he tries to think of a normal way to start a conversation.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who doesn't have to speak at all in the end, because you say the first words for him, greeting him with that pretty little smile of yours that he's only been able to see from afar up until now and outstretching a hand for him to shake.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but let a pleased grin spread across his lips while he returns the gesture, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction rising in his chest that his own touch on your palm has erased that previous guy's.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who falls even harder for you (if that's possible) during the few minutes he talks with you. it's nothing more than a friendly interaction between two regular beachgoers, but to him, it's one of many more to come.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels like he could do an embarrassing victory dance on the sand right then and there when you casually mention an upcoming volleyball competition that you'll be playing in. so you want him to be there, huh?

he nonchalantly responds that he might just be able pop by and watch some of it during his break — as if he isn't already planning on completely abandoning his post in favour of spectating the entire match instead.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is so full of excitement during the week leading up to the tournament that he just can't keep quiet about it for even a single second. his poor bestfriend lifeguard!geto is beginning to feel like he's the one with the giant, pathetic crush on you at this point.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would most likely be fired if his boss was to see him right now, sprawled across a bench and watching you compete at volleyball instead of looking out for drowning children in the waves.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is sporting a not-so-subtle tent in his swimming trunks as he sits there, which he tries in vain to hide by crossing his legs over his lap. i mean, can you really blame him? just look at the way those doughy tits of yours jiggle in that downright sinful bikini top!

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to clench his jaw to stop from snapping various profanities at the nearby beachgoers who have stopped in their tracks just to witness the match — he's not oblivious, he can see them checking you out just as he is.

but it's different when he does it. why? because you're going to be his soon enough. don't they understand that?

pervy lifeguard!gojo who isn't surprised in the slightest when your team easily triumphs over the other. after all, the opposing team doesn't have you on it. and although he knows little to nothing about volleyball, he can easily declare that you must be the best at it.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would ideally like to run up to you and gush about how well you performed, but due to the very visible... problem in his trunks, ends up darting into the nearest beach hut for the second time this month to relieve himself because of you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is halfway through sloppily jerking his hips up into his closed fist when sunlight suddenly starts to flit through the gap in the door — shit, he was so worked up he forgot to even close it.

rookie mistake, satoru.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose eyes widen to the size of saucers when he realizes it's you who just walked in through the doorway, shutting it gently behind you. he's about to start furiously apologizing for what you stumbled in on when he notices you don't seem nearly as shocked as you probably should be.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can only watch in stunned silence as you slowly saunter closer to him, your hands hidden behind your back as they easily untie the strings of your bikini top before letting it fall to the floor.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who releases what can only be described as a pornographic moan at the sight of your freed breasts, his neglected cock twitching beneath his hand as he ogles you without shame. if he had any self-awareness left, he might've been embarrassed of the small trickle of drool oozing from his slackened mouth.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels his cheeks flush a shade of red brighter than the leaking tip of his bobbing cock when you purr to him... "do you really think i haven't noticed you checking me out for these past few weeks, mr lifeguard?"

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow finds himself living out a scenario lewder than the wildest of wet dreams he's had about you, his jittery hips thrusting erratically between your tits as you keep them pressed together for him with your hands.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who reaches what is undoubtably the fastest orgasm of his life, his sunglasses toppling from his head as it falls back in bliss, messy white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat as he releases a series of broken groans and whimpers.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who immediately joins you on your knees once he's come down from his euphoric high, long pink tongue lolling out to lap up every drop of sticky cum he split on your pretty tits, sucking and nipping at every inch of supple skin within reach.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who just can't stop yapping, going on and on about how perfect you are, how you've been on his mind for what feels like forever, how sexy you look when you're hitting around that volleyball.

it seems the only way to actually shut pervy lifeguard!gojo up is to shove his beautiful face between your legs, the only sounds leaving him now being mewls of enjoyment as he mouths at your saccharine taste through your bikini bottoms.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is already too lost in you to properly remove the material keeping him from your pussy, instead lazily yanking it to the side with a single finger so he can dive nose-deep into your sweet cunt like he's been dreaming about doing for weeks.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is just so messy with it, practically making out with your dripping hole as he rapidly delves his tongue in and out, moaning so shamelessly you'd think he was the one getting eaten out and not you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes you cum using only his sloppy mouth so many times neither of you even know just how long you've been cooped up in this beach hut where there's a real possibility that someone could walk in at any given moment.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't hold himself back from fucking you anymore — he's waited long enough already, after all. so he's effortlessly manhandling you onto your back as he pushes in, eyes locked onto the sight of your tits still glistening with his saliva and cum from earlier.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who buries his face between the valley of your breasts as he ruts into you like a rabid animal, word after word of slurred praise failing from his lips as he looks up you with those wide, lovestruck cerulean eyes.

god, he's so fucking obsessed with you. getting to finally feel you like this was just the last nail in the coffin.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow cums even harder than his previous climax, the overwhelming sensation of the tight, spongy walls of your cunt pulling him back in over and over again just unravelling his hazy mind with ease.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to psychically stop himself from letting out a choked whisper of 'i love you' as he spills his milky seed right into your womb where his cockhead is lodged, seemingly having enough awareness left to know that it's much too soon for that.

instead, pervy lifeguard!gojo settles for fixing you with a dopy grin so wide that both rows of his glinting pearly whites are on full display, murmuring a cheeky... "what do you say we make this a routine after every competition, pretty baby?"

© 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

pervy yoga instructor!geto <- PREVIOUS.

pervy electrician!toji -> NEXT.

[h1biscusgal]

The hypnagogic state : how to reach it.

The hypnagogic state is a state where we naturally go into before sleeping, a sweet spot moment before sleeping and still being awake, a state where it is so powerful to be able to shift, get in the void, or basically do anything.

Now it requires NOTHING, it only requires one small thing that might sound tricky.

Staying awake long enough for it to come by on it's own, and actually on average it takes 10-5 mins from each person to enter it aware.

The steps:

Lay flat on your back (not needed, but many results come from laying on the back)

Do. Not. Care, just go with what you usually do to fall asleep, but one thing? You're not falling asleep, you're watching your body fall asleep, that sweet spot where your body is about to fall asleep? That's hypnagogia

Actually don't move, it may give your mind signs you're still not sleeping, now just lay there and try not to sleep while focusing on the blackness behind your eyelids.

You will start seeing flashing images or swirly things or even just flashing lights and imagery, this is the hypnagogia and you managed to reach it in just 10 mins of pretending to be asleep (acc it takes me 4)

Bam, that's the sweet spot, now affirm slowly for the void, or just sense your surroundings for shifting or maybe you can try your shifting method here! This state cannot argue back, you'll be immediately shifting in no time, and slipping in the void is so easy from it.

So really the whole steps is just "lay down, don't move, watch your eyelids, color seen? Hypnagogia reached, method or void procedure done, bam."

I managed to find a post on Reddit on how to keep your body awake, you can try 2 or 3 of them to keep yourself entertained, FULL CREDITS TO THE ONE WHO POSTED IT ON REDDIT (calaie_iscoolio):

"1. Looking in the darkness behind your eyelids

Basically what it says, when you close your eyes, just focus on the darkness until hypnagogic imagery begins to happen i.e. colors, shapes, literally anything that will show. When images begin to show up, do not interact or acknowledge what you are seeing, you can look at it, but don't try to control it and just let the images flow until you feel that the state is induced enough to where it won't disappear because you are "too" awake/aware.

2. "Forearm Up" Method

Another technique that basically helps with people who tend to fall asleep to quickly, basically lay down on your back like usual, lift your hand up in the air where your elbow is resting on your mattress, keep it there and as it slowly falls down that's where you'll begin to fall asleep, it'll drop and basically awake you back up.

I had also seen a shifter mention that they prefer to lay on their stomach and lifting their foot up in the air and basically do the same thing. This technique basically just wakes you back up.

3. Thomas Edison Method

Very similar to the "Forearm Up" Method, basically what Edison had done was he had held a steel ball in his hand, and when he began to fall asleep, the ball will drop and alert Edison awake, another technique to help with people to struggle to stay awake.

4. Imagine Constant Motion

Basically imagining something whether that be an animal or an object constantly moving like a horse galloping, a dogs tail wagging side to side, etc. (Pretty simple, for people who find it much easier to visualize).

5. Tire your body through out the day

During the day, you could do any tasks that would just tire your body out that leads up to your attempt to induce the state, it'll make it much easier for you to get into the state and induce it since your body is already tired enough to relax.

6. Repeating "hypnagogia"

This will mean you have you just repeat the words "hypnagogia" to yourself till you get tired enough and then hypnagogic imagery will eventually appear.

7. Counting

Basically just like regular shifting methods, you could focus on counting up to how much you want to until you begin to get the hypnagogic hallucinations, to keep yourself from falling asleep you could give yourself simple math questions just so it's enough to focus to answer it.

8. Imagining Randomness

Imagine literally anything that isn't related at all, i.e. horse, roof, apple, pen, desk, etc. Visualize and filter through random objects or animals that have no correlation and that will induce the hypnagogic imagery, randomness is key.

9. Focus on breathing

Similar to any shifting method, basically focusing on your breaths is another technique to induce the state. Literally just anything to keep your awareness occupied rather than letting your mind just shut down to go to sleep.

10. Sounds

Listening to anything in your environment, whether that be things happening outside, if it's raining listen to the rain, or if you've got headphones on listen to the music and focus that, keep your focus on the music so you don't fall asleep.

11. "Playing" a song in your head

Not necessarily listening to the song, but imagining the song playing in your head, whether that be your favorite song, if you know how it sounds like, imagine it playing and once you've entered the state, it will naturally play and you'll end up actually hearing the song.

12. Heartbeat

Basically just focus on your heartbeat. Listen to the amount of beats.

These are all the various of techniques you could use, you don't have to stick to one and can basicaally try them out, see which one you feel like works for you and go from there. A tip is also you could pick like 4 or 5 out of these 12 and just filter through the techniques if you can't just stick to one since you get uninterested quickly. (I get bored easily, do I normally do 8, 9, 7 and 4 just so I don't lose interest.)"

Good luck y'all!

[oatmealwrites]

JJK FOREPLAY FAVORITES

their fav way to increase sexual tension!~ HC

[non curse AU ig -> i like being happy ok]

regular masterlist (i will be editing it/making a new one eventually)

Increase the tension= things they loooove to do you/with you to crank the heat up AKA when this happens ur gonna be banging 

tags: hickies, oral (m & f receving), sloppy ass kissing, hair pulling, full nelson, orgam (m & f), implied f anatomy of reader, p in v, no protection, car sex mentioned, dirty talking, riding, chocking, degrading, lots of cumming, wlw, fingering (f rec), prob more tbh, MDNI, 18+

NOT PROOFREAD -> maybe ill edit it tmr idk

Characters: Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna, Shoko Ieiri

words: 2.7k

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Nanami Kento - neck kisses below the collar

After a long day of work, coming home to you is the only thing on poor Kento’s mind; insufferable colleagues and idiotic customers, the one saving solace is ending the day by your side. If he comes home at a reasonable hour, and you’re still awake, he’s immediately hanging up his coat and pecking your lips full of all the love he’s been harboring for the past few hours.

You stand in the entrance way to your shared home, peck after peck; only breaking to breathe and murmur ‘i love you’s in between. The two of you sway and stay that way for a few minutes before you part and separate to prep dinner while he takes a swift shower. BUT, if you’re in the mood or he is… those lips may linger just a bit further down.

They start off trailing down his sharp jawline, then the spot under his ear, and finally he’s undoing his tie and top two buttons to make room for your lips sucking little bruises on his flesh. Groans of pleasure escape his lips in octaves so deep your poor cunt clenches pathetically around nothing. By this point, he’s dragging you to the couch or even kitchen island; never parting far enough to break the suction you have on his flesh. 

Each suck is below where the collar of his shirt hits his neck; the fabric being able to cover each indecent mark that none of his coworkers will ever see. You stay hovering over him; his hands digging into your waist while his head tilts back further and further to give you access. When the canvas efficiently marked up, his hands slide down to the swell of your ass and…. Well, he’d like to leave a trail of bites where no one will ever find them on you. ;)

Fushiguro Toji - standing behind you (caged in)

It’s when you’re doing a mundane task, like folding laundry or taking a mental note of the food in the fridge to be restocked, when Toji walks up behind you. If you had headphones on, he slides them off and pushes his biceps forward to effectively cage you in between him and whatever furniture you’re in front of.

The cologne radiating off him is intoxicating, and the way he can look down over you makes his cock twitch in his pants. Toji acts like it’s casual, offering you help in sorting laundry or a reminder that you were nearly out of orange juice, before he steps even closer. The swell of your ass now plush against his semi; Toji closes the fridge door or places the towel you’re folding back on the bed. He wants your full attention.

Though the man behind you doesn’t spin you around quite yet; instead, he digs his hands to grip your waist and pull you back into his chest. His full erection now grinding into you, he’ll continue whispering casual questions while his body radiates enough sexual energy to make your mind dizzy.

Hovering above you, cock hard in jeans and pushing sluttily into the curve of your ass, Toji ruts into you a few more times until he’s sure you’re as horny as him. When he does spin you around, it’s to either pull you up to the kitchen island or push you onto the mattress and solve the little big problem that’s aching in his trousers. Be ready for a full nelson~

Choso Kamo - hair pulling

It starts as a simple makeout when Yuji leaves the shared apartment to hang out with Nobara and Megumi. You’re sitting on the couch, video game or movie loading idly in the background, while the two of you exchange a moment of heated kissing. Given the amount of time Yuji hangs around his brother, romantic moments are rushed and sometimes awkward between you both.

Though in this moment on the couch, tongues exploring each other's mouths and teeth clicking every so often at the sloppiness of it all, there’s no better feeling. Choso’s hands rub tiny circles into the bones of your hips while yours find solace wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. When you reach forward to pull those two elastic bands and let his hair down; he moans.

Choso loves when you tug on his hair; it’s the best indicator to know you're into this as much as he is. Whether it’s when he’s splaying your thighs apart and eating you out, or when you're tugging him back to kiss you while you ride him; Choso is putty in your hands when your fingertips pull on his hair.

When you’re kissing and he feels that familiar tug, his cock is getting stiffer by the second. Groaning into your already messy french kiss, he pivots to pin you to the sofa cushions while your hands occasionally pull him back so you can breathe. But it’s not enough; every scrape against his scalp leaves him chasing your lips again and again and again.

If you tug one more time… Choso will leave your lips with a slight whimper before moving down a bit lower to another area he’d like his lips to be on. Once he’s set up shop and comfortable down there, he’s not leaving your pussy until you’re ripping the follicles from his head. 

Geto Suguru - whispers in the ear

Yelling was something Suguru was quite familiar with: Yaga scolding him during his high school days and Satoru constantly yapping his ear off every time they hang out; leaving the moments of silence in between something he’s grateful for. Whether it’s a casual conversation in an area reserved to be quiet or a simple hushed comment you don’t want to repeat; Suguru loves it when you whisper in his ear. 

The way you lean up on your tippy toes to reach his ears and cover your mouth with your hand as if it’s a secret being shared makes his pulse spike. Usually, he’ll take your hand once you finish speaking and place a light kiss or bite to the flesh before continuing on whatever activity you were both currently doing. BUT, if he’s pent up or you’re just looking extra cute that day, he’ll return the favor and lean down to whisper in your ear.

His hot hushed breath on the shell of your ear makes you jump from the sudden action, and he laughs when you raise an eyebrow at his intentions. He’d never do anything naughty though…. Jk ofc he does. It’d start with a couple suggestions in your ear about new cafes to go to, movies to watch, until it becomes completely filthy. Positions he wants to fuck you in when you return home, how the way you squeak when he talks in such a whisper reminds him of the way you squeak when pushes the tip of his cock in, and how the way you shiver makes him wanted to pinch your hardened nipples right here and now.

The sensuality of it all is what makes this arousing for Suguru. It’s not exaggerated pornographic moans; it’s raw and real. Of course he loves when your voice is hoarse from groaning his name out as he drives you to multiple orgasms, but he also loves the hushed whisper that only he gets to hear. So next time you pull him down to tell him something in secret, just know you might end up yelling by the end of the night. ;)

Gojo Satoru - eye contact

Tugging off his sunglasses and enjoying the view is not something that Satoru gets time to do very frequently. More often than not, he’s dealing with bullshit from his higher ups at work, trying to clean up the messes other people make, all the while assisting new students/hires in training for their future careers. So when Satoru does finally get a moment of peace to sit back and take in the scene around him, he always ensures you’re by his side to enjoy it as well.

At first glance, it’s not always the most photogenic moments where Satoru gets this moment of reprieve: sitting on the sofa after work, cafe dates during his lunch break, sitting in your kitchen making a grocery list; however, they are his favorite. In these moments, all eyes are on you. 

When you pause from whatever task and take in the man in front of you, his pupils immediately dilate. He’ll silently admire the way you sway your hips from side to side in mindless motions; falling in love with you all over again for the trivial little habits he loves to watch you perform. But when you pause and meet his lingering gaze? Buckle up.

Satoru will raise an eyebrow, but not break the connection. Instead, he splays a half grin on his face and pulls you into him; strong arms wrapping around you. It’s when you admire his eyes and then finally break the gaze to peer at his lips does Satoru finally kiss you. Now this kiss can either be sweet and romantic to convey the emotion between you both… OR it be a precursor to something more. 

His gaze on you doesn’t stop when you’re sinking to your knees to suck him off on your shared sofa; admiring the tears that prick from the tension in your jaw. His gaze on you doesn’t stop when he’s fingering you on his sheets; watching the way your face contorts in pleasure. But his favorite sight is when you’re both eye level and you’re riding his cock while gazing at his blue eyes. 

Higuruma Hiromi - hand on throat

Hiromi is a lawyer, in which this position gives him a lot of control over the future of a person’s fate. He can watch someone walk free or spend the rest of their life behind bars all simply based on how well he can perform his job within given evidence. Though the final verdict is never up to him; the sentencing is decided by the jury or judge. So when you’re in the middle of a heated makeout, and you bring his hand to gently grasp your throat for the first time; he pauses.

It’s the only time he has absolute control in the moment; one you willingly and trustingly submit to him. The rush of it all gets Hiromi feeling more on edge. You can be making out in his car, interrupting him while he’s getting dressed, or simply straddling him on your bed; regardless of the location, he’s getting hard.

Long deft fingers keep his hand in collar around your neck, pulling you in for messy kisses or pushing you back to admire the drunk look on your face. Tightening the pressure and watching your eyebrows furrow from lack of oxygen and heightened ecstasy make his slacks feel extra tight; pre-cum pouring embarrassingly from his weeping tip from within his boxer briefs.

When you kiss, regardless of the position, and Hiromi has a hand around your throat; he intends to keep it there for a while. If you’re sucking him off, he cums even faster if he can feel the way his dick is sliding down your throat with his hand. Even when you inevitably get to fucking, his hand is latched around your jugular; occasionally tightening and releasing to give right ratio of pain and pleasure. 

Of course, he’ll eventually need both hands for your activities, and release his grasp; ensuring you can breathe properly once more. However, if you ever bring his hand to your throat, just know you might have his cock sliding down there soon.

Ryomen Sukuna - you’re on his lap (u being dominate/initiative)

In every aspect of life, Sukuna has always been in charge. Whether it’s work positions, social hierarchies with peers, and even your sex life; he’s always the one calling the shots. So on those occasional moments when he’s been busy with work and you’ve been feeling a little neglected; you slide onto his lap and peer down at him.

Regardless of how tired or worn out he is, Sukuna will always pry open an eye and peer at you as you sit on his muscular thighs and look down at him. He’d never admit how much of a turn on this vision is; but the sight of you trying to use power and make him submit leaves his cock twitching.

Even if you just wanted passing attention and a few simple kisses; Sukuna isn’t letting you off his lap. Large hands keep you seated in your position while he nips and licks at the flesh on your neck; urging you to finish what you started. It’s when you finally get comfortable and pull his face to meet your lips, tug his hair to look up at you, and when you guide his hands to touch you where you want it that pushes him over the edge.

Sukuna loves power, and he loves you even more for wanting a fraction of that feeling; even if it does mean he’s the one submitting in this situation. This is where that submission ends though, after things get steamy, he’s effectively throwing you on to whatever surface he feels like and bending you into a pretzel of positions. He’ll tug your hair, degrade you, fuck you so hard that your pussy has molded to the shape of his cock. BUT, the fact that you took the initiative and tried to overpower him is what makes him so rut so ruthlessly into you. Whenever he thinks your cunt has milked him dry, he’ll conjure up that image of you sitting so coy on his lap that he’s pouring another load into your pussy without even realizing. 

Shoko Ieiri - hand on thigh

Ieiri sees lots of injury and death within her line of work; though she’s forever grateful her gloves protect her from touching anything. A thin layer of latex protects her from the grime and bacteria from wounds and decay; but finally home alone with you, leaves her wanting nothing separating the space.

Whether it’s hand holding in the supermarket, cuddling with legs intertwined, or running a hand through each other’s hair; the physical touch makes her sigh in content at the simplicity. BUT, when that lingering hand moves to the plush and fleshy area of an exposed thigh? Expect some other sighs.

Now Ieiri likes you touching her thigh and touching yours; so here are both scenarios:

If you are the one initiating it:

You’re sitting on the sofa, watching reruns of your favorite show and enjoying the evening with some snacks and wine, when your hand moves from hers to the soft subtle flesh of her exposed thigh. It’s a gentle squeeze at first; reassuring of your presence at her side after such a hard week of work. Though Ieiri finds it more than reassuring.

At first she’ll place her hand on yours, and you when you're about to stop, thinking that’s what she meant; Ieiri will guide your hand up higher. You’ll pinch each inch of her thigh until your fingers are grazing her sleep shorts and she finally peels her eyes off the screen to shoot you a knowing gaze. Yes, she loves your hands on her… but she’d like your mouth to now replace that spot ;)

If she’s initiating it:

It starts harmlessly when you’re both relaxing on the sofa after a long week, when her hand rests on your thigh. At first you thinking nothing of it; her fingers digging into the flesh and occasionally kneading it without ever looking off the tv. Right when you think she’s about to stop is when she reaches up juuuust a bit higher to repeat the action to the new area.

This continues until she’s up past the hem of your sleep shorts pant line and tracing the outline of your sopping pantines. Fingers are still pinching the skin of your upper thigh; they’ll occasionally move to press against the pathetic wet patch of the fabric and rub small circles on your clit.  Ieiri loves the feeling of your thighs under her hands, but she loves her fingers inside you more.

a/n idk where this came from tbh; im actually so tired and this isn't proofread

IK i should work on my series... but i have like horny thoughts motivation and wanted to write before bed hehe

reblogs/likes/comments all appreciated

-oatmeal <333

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Image this:

Danny is sixteen. He just found out he is to become King, with a capital K, when he becomes a mature ghost, which is at least 20 years after his death. So he’s got time. Everything’s fine. Except for the Observants pushing his education. Tutors shoving information down his throat like he’s cramming for finals. Princess Dora, Pandora, Frostbite, and even Clockwork checking on him frequently and making a schedule for him to come visit their territories for little learning sessions. Fright Knight has been following his every move. And let’s not forget the other random ghosts he’s never even met before coming to ask for favors or to complain or just give him their problems in general and expect him to fix it.

He can’t even let his frustrations out! All his regular rogues avoid him now! Even Vlad doesn’t want to get involved, but that could be because he’s still bitter about not getting the crown like he wanted.

Good thing he knows a king that has probably been through the same thing.

King Arthur of Atlantis. In other words, Aquaman.

Because Danny wasn’t technically king yet, crowned prince is probably the right title?, he couldn’t just call him up or send a letter asking to meet. So Danny decides to go give the man a visit himself.

Using process of elimination, he was able to find Atlantis after about two months of research and searching. He didn’t have a whole lot of free time, okay?

Turning invisible and flying through the water was a lot easier than he thought. Getting through the barrier was a piece of cake and the castle was obvious to find. What wasn’t obvious to find was the king himself. He wasn’t in the throne room, or his study, or the training grounds, or literally anywhere in the castle. He checked.

No. He finds the king playing some game with some kids in the underwater city.

It was surprising to find him there, especially after the etiquette lessons from Dora, but it gave Danny some hope that maybe he wouldn’t be miserable and burdened with paperwork and boring meetings when he becomes king.

Danny turns visible. They were still invested in the game but the guards noticed him. Spears were pointed at him in a second.

“Halt! State your business,” the guard demands.

The shout caused everyone in the area to stop and look, including the king.

Danny raises his hands in surrender.

“Uh, hi. Sorry to stop the game, I just wanted to talk- sorry, speak to King Arthur, if- if that’s okay? There wasn’t an address to mail to that I could find-“

“It’s okay,” the king interrupts. “Let’s go somewhere private to talk then. Do you have any weapons on you?”

Danny perks up at the opportunity to finally talk to him.

“Yes please! And no, no weapons, sir.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” the king replies with a smile. Danny smiles back widely.

“My king-“

The king holds up a hand to stop the guard’s worries.

When they finally arrive to the throne room of the palace King Arthur turns to Danny.

“Who are you?” He asks in a tone that was a bit more serious than it was before.

“Oh! Sorry. Hi. I’m Danny. Danny Phantom. It’s nice to meet you, King Arthur,” he answers quickly with a nervous smile.

The king nods, obviously thinking about something else as he watches Danny with guarded eyes.

“How can you breathe underwater if I may ask? I’m curious.”

“Well that’s easy, I’m not breathing.”

“You’re… not breathing,” the king repeats with skepticism.

“Yea,” Danny agrees freely. “I don’t have to breathe if I don’t want to. You know, because of the whole ghost thing.”

“Ghost?”

“Yea. Can turn invisible, walk through walls, fly- you know. Haven’t you ever seen a ghost before?”

Danny tries a bit of humor with a crooked smile, but it falls when he sees the contemplative expression on the king’s face.

“Wait, seriously? You’ve never seen a ghost?”

“I’m aware of a ghost named Deadman apart of Justice League Dark but he is invisible to everyone.”

“Really?! I didn’t know that! I need to go talk to him! Where can I find him?”

“Hold on there, guppy. Didn’t you want to talk about something?”

Danny is drawn back to the topic at hand.

“Right, okay, so I was recently told I was gonna be king in like twenty years, which is news to me, and now they are just throwing everything at me with all this information I don’t know what to do with and I’m getting complaints and requests and everyone is expecting so much from me when I’m literally sixteen years old! I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, whether I want to go to college or if I’ll even graduate high school, and they want me to solve territory disputes and create new laws and provide protection for those who want to go into the living plane. I just- I don’t know what I’m doing and the only king I could think of was you, so I guess I was wondering if you could, I don’t know, give me some advice or if I could shadow you for a bit to see what an actual king should do or act. I know it’s a lot to ask coming from someone you don’t even know, but I’m just a bit overwhelmed with everything and I don’t really know where to go from here and was hoping you would at least understand. My friends don’t get it and the other ghosts are kinda afraid of me now because of my title and they wouldn’t get it anyway…” he trails off awkwardly.

Arthur had never had this conversation before. He was honestly flattered and the kid looked genuine. Maybe he’d wait until one of the magic users okay-ed the young ‘ghost’ before revealing any information about himself.

He pulls out a device and throws it the kid. Danny dodges just to snatch it out of the air from reflex alone.

“That’s a communicator. I’ll send Deadman and Constantine your way and call when I get the okay. Where are you located?”

Danny’s toxic eyes were big and hopeful, shining brightly through the water.

“Thank you, sir! Amity Park, Illinois, the most haunted city in America!” He answers proudly.

The king just smiles.

[fucktoyfelix]

Choking Safety

I've been seeing some kind of scare-mongering type posts going around about choking during sex, so I wanted to address how to approach choking in a safe way. Choking is not a 0 risk activity, but it is also not so dangerous that you will just randomly die either. Anyone who does martial arts will confirm that thousands of teenagers are being successfully trained to choke each other safely (for self defense) every day! There's no reason you can't learn to do it too.

First you should be familiar with some basic anatomy of the neck and throat:

The carotid veins on both sides of the neck and the trachea/windpipe in the center are the most important things to be aware of. If you want to enjoy the psychological element of having someone's hands around your neck with relatively little risk, you can do "choking" play that avoids putting any pressure on those arteries or the trachea. As with all choking play, safety is highest when both parties are fully sober. I'm not actually sure if there are people out there who are into having the windpipe or trachea blocked. This tends to hurt like fuck and cause an autonomic choking response. You'll know if you went too far center because generally the bottom will be like "WTH". I don't know if there is a way to do this play safely or not as I don't have experience with it. It probably carries some risk of the trachea collapsing which would be a hospital trip for sure. Most choking play is done with the intention of cutting off the blood supply to the brain by applying pressure to both the left and right carotid arteries. This type of choking is not really "breath play" because of the way it works (though many people refer to it that way.) This creates a pleasant light headed feeling, but is also where the higher risk comes in. It often doesn't take long for a person to lose consciousness once these arteries are blocked, often less than 10 seconds. Sometimes getting completely choked out is the goal, sometimes not. Either way, the top has to pay very very careful attention to every aspect of their bottom's body language. Once you realize that a person has lost consciousness, the choking must stop immediately. Because of this: the most dangerous way to do this kind of play is alone. (hence all the auto-erotic asphyxiation deaths you hear about) It goes without saying that intoxication also dramatically increases the risks. It's not recommended to lose consciousness this way on a regular basis. It's just not good for your brain to repeatedly go through, especially in rapid succession. Generally, the more time spaced out between this type of play: the better. Though some people may have medical conditions that make the risk higher, as long as you stop choking when you reach the desired headspace, this play is approachable. Anyone who's REALLY into the idea but feels unsure or scared, I highly recommend taking a few martial arts classes. MMA guys do this to each other all the time! For sports! The key is just stopping at the right time. There are two main ways to go about blocking the carotid arteries. The main one used in martial arts and self defense is the rear naked choke.

This type of choke is incredible effective at choking someone out quickly and easily. The forearm and the bicep are squeezing each artery until the desired effect is achieved. The risk here is how quickly it works in combination with not being able to have a visual on your bottom's facial response. When someone loses consciousness they will go limp and begin twitching somewhat. This is normal, and you should stop immediately if you notice those signs. The more common method of choking play during sex is what looks more like typical choking. Facing your partner, using both hands.

You want to find the arteries with both hands, and use the meat at the base of your thumbs to apply gradually increasing pressure upwards towards your partner's head. You can keep the thumbs tucked to avoid accidental pressure on the windpipe. (Though this is not required so long as you remember not to apply pressure to the windpipe.) This type of play has a few safety benefits. First, you can see your partner's face so it's more obvious when you can see they've hit a headspace that is desirable. Additionally, it's just a little more difficult to find the arteries and push up on them correctly. If your goal is to get a little light headed without losing consciousness, this is more easily accomplished with this type of choke. However, losing consciousness is still a risk and both partners being fully alert will ensure the lowest risk environment. I know choking play is incredibly popular, even 'vanilla' people participate in this type of play on a regular basis without really knowing the technical details. Most of them don't get seriously hurt...but knowing what you're actually doing with risky play is a base component of risk aware consensual kink. Anyway I hope people find this helpful! Happy choking!!

[freela]

for the love of god please help me

Hi, I'll get right to the point. In July last year, my mom and I had to move in with a family member and are currently living in her garage. This family member is a vindictive, hateful, and manipulative person, goes through our things when we're gone, does not allow us to eat after certain times, slams doors to startle us, and constantly hangs it over our heads how "gracious" she was to let us live in her garage instead of letting us be on the street. Despite complaining that she is embarrassed of us living here and wants us out of here as soon as possible/constantly threatens kicking us out (despite coming to us about us living here), we have to pay for our own food, toilet paper, etc., and my mom has to pay HALF the electric bill (this family member will randomly turn all the lights on in the house and leave them on/turn them back on when we turn them off in hopes of getting more money from my mom for the electric bill) as well as rent simply for just living here, and this eats up each paycheck my mom gets and we have not been able to save up absolutely anything to move out. Any money we save up at this point relies entirely on me having an income, and I have been job-hunting since August and haven't heard from anywhere yet. I have never been in contact with such an evil individual in close quarters like this, the way we're treated here/watching how my mom is treated is draining me of my mental well-being and there is nowhere to go to get a break, I feel hopeless that we will ever be able to move out any time soon. I had to re-home my cat who is being fostered by a friend for the time being, and it's not the main priority because I know she is safe and cared for, but on top of everything I just miss my cat so badly it hurts and I just want to be able to get by enough to get our own place and be reunited with her.

I'm opening up commissions, they are pay what you want. I truly do not care enough at this point to accurately price my art, I am so at a loss for what to do until I get a job that I am willing to accept any amount in exchange for my art. I have some recent examples of what I can do if anyone is interested listed below (I apologize for the awkward formatting).

(Text says "Simple pixel doodles/paintings" and "More detailed/clean drawings, shading/backgrounds") I have a Bluesky where I will be posting commissions on if given permission.* I also have a Bluesky for nsfw art that I do not feel comfortable sharing the name of out in the open, but if you are 18+ feel free to dm me about this. *For both my regular and nsfw Bluesky accounts, I will post commissions ONLY if given permission by the buyer. If you do give permission for me to post it, you can let me know if you'd like it to be known it's for you, or if you'd like me to leave you anonymous. All posted commission art will be posted with a large watermark that the version you get will not have. I will NOT draw: -Proship -Noncon/cnc -Aged up characters/age*play/dd*lg/anything related -Real people These apply for both my regular and nsfw Bluesky accounts. I am only able to use ca$happ, which is @/wwdits (my full name will be listed, you can check with me to confirm if you have the right account). I apologize for the inconvenience. I know this is long, but I am very desperate to convey the type of work I can do so I can make a bit of income to set aside to get out of here. Thank you so much for reading, and if you cannot commission but know someone who might be interested, please share wherever possible. Thank you so much for reading and may things get better for all of us.