#task of a bookkeeper

[ranjith11]

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[tj-crochets]

Good news: after a lot of weeks, my air conditioner is fixed!! Also good news: I caught an error in the software at work that was impacting both contractor pay and customer invoicing! Bad news: going through large amounts of data loosely falls under the purview of the department I am now sort of in charge of, which meant my department (which is me and two other people) had to individually open every single order from [specific subset of customers] since the beginning of the year to manually check if either error had occurred. Hundreds of orders, even with a few different criteria we could use to narrow it down. It's done though! I mean the error is not fixed but previous instances of it causing problems are caught and now that we know it exists we can catch future problems before they are invoiced/paid out I have done zero crafting today and I honestly doubt I will get any done lol

[igs-bookkeeping]

10 Tips and Best Practices for Small Business Bookkeeping

Effective bookkeeping is essential for small businesses to maintain financial health and meet tax obligations. Below are ten practical tips to streamline your bookkeeping process:

Separate Personal and Business Finances

- Open a dedicated business bank account.

- Avoid mixing personal and business transactions to ensure clean records.

Use Cloud-Based Accounting Software

- Leverage tools like QuickBooks, Xero, or Handdy.

- Enjoy real-time updates, secure data storage, and seamless financial management.

Track Every Expense

- Keep detailed records of all business expenses.

- Categorize expenses for accurate financial reporting and tax deductions.

Reconcile Accounts Regularly

- Match your financial records with bank statements weekly or monthly.

- Identify and fix discrepancies before they escalate.

Set Aside Money for Taxes

- Allocate a portion of revenue to cover tax payments.

- Open a separate account to avoid tax season stress.

Automate Recurring Transactions

- Automate payments, invoices, and payroll to save time.

- Use features in accounting software to minimize manual errors.

Stay on Top of Invoicing

- Send invoices promptly after delivering services.

- Follow up on unpaid invoices to maintain cash flow.

Monitor Cash Flow

- Review cash flow statements regularly to understand your financial health.

- Ensure sufficient funds are available for operational needs.

Outsource When Necessary

- Hire a professional bookkeeper or outsourcing service.

- Focus on business growth while ensuring accurate financial management.

Stay Updated on Tax Laws and Regulations

- Keep abreast of changing tax laws and compliance requirements.

- Partner with a tax professional to avoid penalties.

Conclusion

Implementing effective bookkeeping practices is vital for small business success. By following these tips, you can ensure financial stability, save time, and make better business decisions. If you need expert assistance, contact us today for reliable bookkeeping solutions!

[ipasantosh]

Diploma in Taxation 

[shareyourideas]

Business Owner Tip: 6 Accounting Tasks You Can Outsource

[fazcinatingblog]

Things that my boss doesn't read:

An email forwarded to her regarding a client's tax return with me adding who's done that work and what stage it's at

Things my boss does read:

A random page from like several days ago where her surname is spelt wrong

[whisperofwonder]

The Regular

Miya Osamu x f!reader - 1.5k words

Nakano-san is a regular customer at Onigiri Miya. She eats lunch there every day, so she has a front row seat to the relationship growing between you and Osamu. At some point, she decides it's time to take matters into her own hands.

For @dira333, inspired by a prompt she gave ❤️

Nakano-san has been a regular customer of Onigiri Miya practically since the day it opened. She's retired now, and there's nothing she enjoys more than spending the lunch hour in the tidy little shop, sampling the onigiri special of the week, drinking the freshly-brewed barley tea, and reading her newspaper.

The rice he uses is the best in town - she'll tell anyone - and Miya-san is such a nice young man. He always seems to be working hard, but he still takes the time to stop by her table and share a quick chat. She wishes her grandchildren would show the kind of dedication she sees in him. They don't seem to appreciate it when she tells them that.

She's happy to see his business growing. He's hired part time help, college students that come and go, spending most of their time doing the menial work in the kitchen. Then, one day, she steps inside and sees you behind the counter.

"Hello, welcome!" You greet cheerily. "What can I get for you today?"

Miya-san appears behind you. "Hello, Nakano-san," He dips his head in a slight bow. "Nice ta see ya today." He turns to you, "Nakano-san stops in every day. She's gonna have the special and the barley tea. Don't worry, you'll start recognizin' the regulars in no time." You nod, turning to the register and pressing the keys to enter the order.

This is her first day," he explains as you work, introducing you. "She's gonna be helpin' me out with the bookkeeping and such. Things have started gettin' a little out of hand," He admits sheepishly.

"I'm here to worry about the numbers so Miya-san can worry about onigiri," You explain with a smile. Nakano-san likes you already.

As the weeks go by, you're true to your word. The menu slowly grows with new fillings and new meal options, and Nakano-san savors every one. She also can't help enjoying the glimpses she gets of the two of you. More and more often, her newspaper remains folded in her purse. Instead, her entertainment is behind the counter.

It starts out subtly enough. She can't help noticing how seamlessly the two of you work together. Onigiri Miya is a small business, so your job goes beyond just dealing with the books and numbers. The kitchen is cramped, but you weave around each other like a well-oiled machine, completing tasks the other has started and supplying something before the other even has to ask for it. Your conversation is light and easy, the occasional laughter coming from the kitchen bringing a smile to her face. She's lived long enough to know that one doesn't get along so well with just anyone.

Subtlety, however, soon runs its course. She watches in delight as Miya-san's gaze trails after you as you move back and forth behind the counter, resting on you just a beat longer than necessary. You, in turn, watch as he hefts the bags of rice to his shoulder, gaze skittering away the moment you realize you'd been staring. You pull your lip between your teeth, brow lowering as you frown at yourself, and Nakano-san has to suppress a giggle.

One day, she makes her move. Miya-san is out back bringing in the latest delivery of rice, and you're behind the counter, adding to the neat line of numbers on your ledger sheet while waiting for the next customers to arrive. She approaches the counter.

"Oh, Nakano-san!" You set the sheet aside, "How was everything today?"

"Just wonderful, as always," She says with a nod, "It might be one of my favorites."

"That's great," You smile, "I'll be sure to let Miya-san know. He really loves hearing things like that."

Nakano-san rests her fingertips on the counter, leaning in closer. "He's a handsome boy, isn't he?" She's allowed to say that sort of thing, she's an old woman, but the way you stutter in response tells her everything she needs to know.

More time passes, and the two of you certainly become closer. Not just in your relationship - your physical proximity seems to be narrowing every day. She watches you sit, shoulder to shoulder, as you look over order forms and balance sheets, your bent heads nearly brushing. Your fingertips graze his bicep as your hands flutter in conversation. He practically leans into you, arm propping himself up against the wall as he ducks his face closer to yours, intent on your every word.

You both work to remain professional, expressions blankly neutral and conversation rarely straying from the task at hand. You both have a job to do, a job it isn't hard to see you both love. She sees what neither of you do. It's only when your backs are turned that flustered smiles flit across both of your faces. You both only allow your gaze to soften when you're certain the other can't see.

You're both young, she muses. The dedication and hard work she admires so much in both of you are difficult to balance with the more delicate matters of the heart. It's a gamble, she knows, one that puts so much on the line, but she's lived 75 years. That's long enough to recognize when a gamble is worth making.

An opportunity drops into her lap one day when, to her surprise, she finds Miya-san behind the register, instead of your familiar smile.

"Is she alright?" She ventures to ask about you after Miya-san has rung in her order. He nods quickly.

"Oh, yeah. Just came down with somethin'. She said she'll try to be back in tomorrow, but I told her to take as much time as she needs." He confides in the woman who has become one of his favorite customers.

"Ah. Well, I do hope she recovers quickly." Nakano-san pauses. "It's quiet around here without her, isn't it?" She watches Miya-san's face closely, and only notices a slight flicker.

"Sure is," He agrees.

She hesitates for a moment, but age has made her more brash. "Have you told her how you feel?"

His eyes dart around the shop quickly, taking in the two business men in the far corner and the mother with her small son by the window. "How I feel?" He echoes more quietly.

"I'm sorry, that was forward of me, wasn't it?" She tucks her change back into her wallet. "I really shouldn't presume-" She takes an artful pause, glancing back at Miya-san.

"Well, ah," He reaches for the back of his neck. "Yer not wrong. Um." He pauses, dropping his voice again, "I just... don't wanna ruin a good thing. We work well together."

She nods knowingly. "Quite well," She adds with a smile.

"An' at this point, I don't know where the shop'd be without her," He goes on, voicing the justifications he's no doubt tallied up in his head. "It's - complicated."

"Life certainly is," She agrees, "But it's also short. Take it from an old lady like me - sometimes the risk is worth the reward."

Another customer enters the shop then, but Miya-san is clearly turning her words over carefully in his mind. He bows his head and murmurs a quiet thank you as she shuffles her way to her usual table. As she eats, she watches Miya-san flurry around doing the work of two people, brow furrowed in thought. She's done what she can.

You're gone for one more day, but you return after that. For a few days, things continue as normal. Nakano-san watches the two of you dancing around each other, sending you both encouraging smiles when she has the chance. She waits.

Finally, a little more than a week later, things are different. She can tell the moment she enters the shop. Something has changed. You grin at her from behind the register, same as always, but there's something softer in it.

"Hiya, Nakano-san." Miya-san has emerged from the kitchen, and it's impossible to miss his hand resting at the small of your back. "Thank you," He says meaningfully, "Fer coming in today," He adds. You shoot him a questioning look, but he ignores it, letting his hand drop. "I appreciate ya being here every day."

She smiles back at both of you, a twinkle in her eyes. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Later, sipping the last of her tea, she watches you step back into the kitchen. "Order in," You say, handing him the slip. He smiles at you, fond.

"Thanks," He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"Samu," She can barely make out your murmured words, "We're at work." You hide your soft giggle in the fabric of his apron.

"Yeah, but I know the boss," He whispers back, tilting your chin up for one last kiss, "I think I can convince 'm to let it slide."

She smiles behind her tea cup. At this point, she really should just leave her newspaper at home.

[theresattrpgforthat]

@martianworder asked me about this on my Forged in the Dark post, so here we go!

Clocks

So Clocks have been a tool that have been used before and outside of Blades in the Dark, but BitD was where I think they were made really popular.

Golem Clocks designed by cmartins on Itch.io

For all intents and purposes, a Clock is just a track that you fill, but in some cases it's preferred over a track because it fills less space, and it's easy to just draw a clock on a piece of paper to help you keep track of something as you play.

A Clock can be more than just a track. It can be a countdown, a timer, or a representation of a person or faction's goals. The larger the Clock, the bigger task it is. Here are some examples of how you could use them.

A Healing project clock from Blades in the Dark.

A player could have a project Clock that they fill over the course of many sessions. Perhaps they want to research a cure for a vampire virus that is threatening a loved one. The GM would ask them to make a research roll every downtime, and how successful they are indicates how many slices they fill - effectively, how much progress they make towards finding a cure.

Rebellion and Sedition Clocks for Brinkwood: Blood of Tyrants.

A play group might use a Clock to track a common goal, such as winning over a number of anarchists to help take down a mega-corporation. If this is a campaign-long goal, you might use a series of linked clocks to represent the jailbreak you need to assist before you can win over a computer hacker, and then the massive hacking project you need to support before you can overwhelm the corpo servers.

Faction Clocks from Scum & Villainy.

A GM might use a Clock to track the work a Faction makes towards their goal. Every downtime section, they GM might roll to see how successful the Faction is, or simply tick one slice of the clock if the Faction has no reason not to be able to do what they want. If the Faction is allowed to work unimpeded by the PC's, they might eventually do something that changes the world around them, for better or worse.

Mission Clock from External Containment Bureau and Doomsday Clock from Apocalypse Keys.

Clocks might also be used as a timer, to indicate when something terrible might happen, or when the group's time is up. This might be the amount of time before a murderer next strikes, before the haunted house claims another victim, or before the world begins to end. In some games, specific points in the clock (such as halfway, or a quarter of the way through) may trigger special events that give the PC's more information, or remind the group that the pressure is really on.

Clocks for Protect the Child.

All in all, Clocks are a great visual tool to help you and your game group keep track of what's going on in the fiction, and it can also help you keep track of a number of narrative threads in a fairly condensed space. Even if they're not built into the game you're currently running or playing, I think they're a fairly easy addition, and can certainly help with bookkeeping!

[thisblogisaboutabook]

The cycle of life

Azriel x Reader

Fae cycles suck, thank the mother for your attentive mate who is there to provide you with all of the smut and fluff you desire.

warnings: smut, language, self-esteem and body image struggles, anxiety, slight breeding kink

She didn’t know when the self-loathing crept in - although it was always the first sign. The week had been busy, she’d poured herself into her work. Being a bookkeeper for such a wealthy court was… tiring to say the least. It was fulfilling work, especially when it came to the Court of Dreams. Balancing ledgers and creating budgets for various charitable endeavors was a duty she was proud to take part in. The High Lord and Lady’s efforts in keeping their court thriving was admirable. Most would find the work mundane, and she supposed it could be, but accounting always felt like a puzzle to her - using her brain to solve problems and contribute to the advancement of the Night Court was rewarding.

She wasn’t perfect though, despite that desperate desire within herself to be. She’d push, and push, and push herself completely overlooking all the good she did and absolutely berating herself internally when the occasional mistake occurred.

Azriel was her number one supporter. She’d always imagined him to be better suited for the likes of a fellow warrior such as Mor or a Valkyrie like Gwyn. Perhaps even someone soft and lovely like Elain, a glowing beacon to come home to. Y/N had told Azriel as much when he began pursuing her.

“Why me?” She’d wonder to herself as she assessed her figure in the mirror - overlooking the enticing feminine curves that all but screamed “squeeze me, grip me, take me”, the way her plush lips bowed into a perfectly kissable pout, how her radiant skin that nearly glowed rendered her ethereal. She only saw imperfections. Not to mention that she wasn’t graceful or stealthy, she couldn’t cook or keep plants alive to save her damned life, and she had a tendency to get stuck inside her mind.

Truthfully this week was more than busy, it was hard. She’d pushed herself to meet deadlines that she’d gotten behind on due to an influx in workload. She’d made a few mistakes that nobody had issue with - except herself. Nuala and Cerridwen were taking well-deserved time off, leaving the essential household tasks on the back burner. Between working endless hours, Azriel being gone on a mission, and a flare up of the anxiety that she’d put so much effort into working through over the years - she was exhausted.

Physically her muscles ached, stomach cramped, and her head pounded as the all-too-familiar symptoms of her impending semi-annual cycle took root. Her mind and spirit were utterly fatigued from the busy week, the flare up of anxiety, and the overall stress of life. She was desperate for Azriel to return from his mission soon.

It was around 9PM when she coerced herself into wrapping up work on Friday night, she spent three hours afterward tending to the house and catching up on neglected tasks from the week, too tired to even bathe as she crawled into bed - sleep claiming her immediately.

She awoke the next day to a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Hello beautiful.” Azriel whispered against her skin, pulling back to allow those intense hazel eyes a chance to examine her. Her eyelids fluttered and brows furrowed as she let out an exhausted groan, “baby…” a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she reached toward him in a needy manner that made his heart ache. He hated leaving her for missions though she always understood and supported him. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her body, letting his warmth seep into her bones as she melted into his embrace.

Azriel noticed the flinch she made as the sun shone through the window into their room, quickly flaring his wings to block it from view until her eyes adjusted. “What’s wrong, love?” He whispered, though he already had an idea. The heat of his breath against her ear sent chills through her, prompting her to give a quick nip to his neck before kissing it.

Gods, she’d missed him.

“Nothing baby.” before he could call her on her lie she continued, “what time is it?”

“Well, you missed breakfast.” He smirked.

“Ugh… how did I sleep in so late?” She sat up, rubbing her tired eyes.

Azriel shrugged “Your body must have needed it.”

“Says you.” She scoffed. “You were off all week doing physically demanding work and busting your ass for this court… while I sat on mine balancing ledgers.”

“Y/N…” he spoke, his low voice barely more than a warning growl. “We’re not going to do that. You are allowed to feel tired, allowed to let your body rest. Your work is important.”

She sighed, knowing better than to press on. She knew to pick her battles and that this one was not one she would win.

“Fine.” Y/N shrugged, eyeing a paper bag on the bedside table. “What did you bring me? Please tell me it’s something with chocolate.”

Azriel’s lips curled up into a grin that she’d never tire of seeing, handing over the bag. “See for yourself, darling.”

———

Azriel knew from the moment he stepped into the quiet house that she’d need extra love and attention today. His loving, caring, selfless mate who typically rose early - he swore the sun rose on her accord and not the other way around - was still sound asleep in bed.

He immediately exited the house before she could sense his presence and stopped by her favorite bakery along the Sidra. Chocolate croissants were a necessity in times like these. She’d need a pain relieving tonic, epsom salts and soothing oils, and a bouquet of flowers couldn’t hurt either.

He went ahead and picked up ingredients for a few quick meals and a new book she’d mentioned recently as well.

He had to laugh at the irony. His mate often questioned her worthiness of him. HIM. She couldn’t see what he saw. A passionate, intelligent female who cared for her mate, her court, and family more than anything. Always putting her own needs last but the first to volunteer when help was needed. The cauldron truly found his equal - someone who gave and gave but it was never enough. Someone who couldn’t see her own worth, her pure heart, her devastating beauty - while the rest of the world marveled at it.

She’d been the catalyst in his own self-acceptance. He’d spent centuries believing he wasn’t enough, that he was unworthy of a mate, of his position, of the power he was born with - just to meet this intelligent, radiant being who could bring an entire room to a halt and assume they were only seeing flaws. Not the beauty that could make even kings fall to their knees if she’d only ask. When the bond snapped, he decided then and there that he would show her just how worthy she was. In the decade they’d been mated, she finally started to see her worth, how precious she was to him, to those she graced with her presence. But life is complicated and triggers are inevitable, especially when it came to the flare of hormones that accompanied an impending cycle.

—————

The chocolate croissants were a win if the drawn-out contented sigh Y/N let out upon finishing her third one was any indication. He’d shared details of his mission as she indulged in the pastries and she gave him a few details of her week - frowning as she went into detail about the “mistakes” she’d made.

They were common mistakes that anyone would make, truthfully, some weren’t even her fault, but he listened as she let it out. He’d learned over the years that sometimes she just needed to get it off her chest and not advice. Simply hearing each other out had become a key element in the foundation of their relationship - when thoughts became too much - they were always listening ears for each other.

Once she’d gotten it off her chest she changed the subject by asking, “What do you want to do today?”

Azriel had a lot to do - but his mate took priority this weekend. He gave her a wicked grin, “I want nothing more than to waste away in this bed with you all day.”

“But?” She replied.

“But nothing.” He flicked her nose. “I want to spend the day in bed with my mate - is there something wrong with that?”

Azriel could see the war in her mind. Debating whether she deserved to take a day off, or should tend to other tasks. Before she could object he leaned in, lips capturing hers in a deep, loving kiss. She immediately opened for him, his tongue lazily tangling with hers. “Fine” she murmured.

“That’s my girl.” He cooed before returning to claiming her mouth, the shell of her ears, her neck.

“Mmm” she purred into his kiss while he palmed at her breast through her silken cobalt night gown. Her swollen breasts immediately peaking beneath his touch.

“So responsive” his low voice growled into her neck, sending fire straight through her, igniting her core. “Is that beautiful pussy as ready for me as these are?” He asked, tweaking a nipple through her gown.

The responding moan told him more than enough as he hitched the hem of her nightgown up to her waist, exposing the dripping cunt practically begging for him underneath. His eyes rolled back at the intoxicating scent of arousal drifting up into his nose. “Holy shit, Y/N.” he groaned, clearly pleased with the sight.

He ran a finger through her slick core, adding a teasingly light amount of pressure to her clit but before he could insert a finger she moaned “No Az, I can’t wait. Please.”

“You don’t want my fingers?” He teased, slipping one inside of her. Mother, she was absolutely soaked.

“Az…Fuck. No. Please.” She pleaded. Reaching down to palm the hardened length beneath his sweatpants. “I need that inside of me. Now”

Typically he would reprimand her for being so demanding, robbing him of his playtime with her sweet, dripping sex. But the desperation in her voice left him desperate to oblige her.

“Since you asked nicely.” He replied, to which she frantically helped him out of his pants.

Before she could reconsider taking more fingers, he thrusted his length into her. Hard. Every thick, aching inch of him, stretching and filling her completely.

“Like that?” He asked as her moans filled the room.

“Yes. Yes, Az.”

“Fuck.” She cried out. “Just. Like. That.” Each word coming out individually timed to the thrusts of his cock.

There was no way he was going to last long at this pace, especially after being away for a week. “Not gonna last long like this. Fuck!” He ground out.

She grit her teeth as his thrusts became harder, more erratic. “Then fill me, Az. Need your cum.”

Slipping a hand between them, he pressed his thumb to her clit, moving it in that perfected motion he’d finessed over the years as he diligently studied her body, a scholar whose sole discipline laid in pleasuring his mate. Locking his eyes with her, he gently commanded “Cum with me baby.”

With that they both let go. Their releases filling the room like a song. A melody Azriel would never tire of, one he replayed in his mind somehow far too often, yet never enough during his time away.

Azriel stayed inside of her until their breaths settled, evening out into sync with eachother. He reveled in the warmth of her. His perfect mate - physically, emotionally, spiritually. He’d never take this for granted.

Finally he pulled out of her in one long sweep, she looked down to admire the still considerable length of him even when partially softened. Her stomach dropped to see blood mixed in with their combined releases.

“Az, oh, I’m so s-” She started but he cut her off.

“Baby. It’s just a little blood.”

She almost looked ashamed. “I know but- I’m embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” He puzzled. “It’s completely natural. Do you really think blood bothers me? Come on now beautiful, we’ve had sex during your cycle before. Why shy away now?”

“I just didn’t expect the bleeding to have started already. It explains why I’ve felt so lethargic, I suppose.”

Azriel went to get a warm cloth from the adjoined washroom, returning to wipe her. Her cheeks flushed at the intimate action.

“Stop overthinking it. Besides, we’re mates.” He smiled, a soft look overtaking his eyes. “If you still want to have children with me someday, your cycle is kind of an essential step of the process.”

Y/N flushed at the comment. The thought of carrying his babies was something she’d dreamed about for years now. Thank the gods for her distant Illyrian ancestry and the genes that blessed her with curvy hips capable of birthing winged babes.

“You know, with my cycle returning… we could always start trying? If we stopped taking our tonics now - it should be out of our system in time for ovulation. Rhys has offered recently to let me bring on an assistant book keeper, which would be excellent timing.”

Azriel’s heart fluttered at the thought of it. His mate round and glowing as she carried their baby, a babe that would know so much more love than he ever had as a child. Something so pure and beautiful that could come from the love between he and his mate. They’d talked about it for years now, a dream of theirs. He had to quickly blink away the silver lining his eyes at the gift she was offering him, his selfless mate in all her infinite love. There was no way he could verbally reply in the moment without choking up so he sent waves of adoration, joy, and gratitude down the bond.

She sent every bit of love right back to him, propping up on her elbows to capture his lips in a promising kiss.

———-

After they came to a decision, Azriel carried Y/N to the bathing room where a hot bath full of the oils and epsom salts he’d picked up that morning were waiting. She nearly cried at the relief of the welcoming heat that greeted her.

Before she could object, Azriel quickly stepped out to change the sheets, promptly returning to slide into the bath tub behind her. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp to which she nearly purred like a cat. He carefully washed her entire body massaging her back, thighs, calves, shoulders, and breasts in the process. By the time he was done tending to her, she’d nearly fallen asleep.

Ever the caretaker, she tried to wash him in return but he insisted that this was about her - passing her a rolled up towel to place behind her neck while she relaxed, letting the oils from the bath soak into her skin as he lathered himself. He got out first, toweling himself off before lifting her out of the tub and drying her off with a heated towel.

Though she insisted she could do it herself, Azriel wasn’t having it. This was his day to care for his mate so he helped her into cloth lined linens and selfishly left her topless, slipping her underneath the fresh blankets.

He assured her he’d be right back slipping out to the kitchen to heat up her favorite gnocchi soup and fetch a tray he’d prepared with her pain relieving tonic, bouquet of flowers, and more chocolate.

It didn’t take much to bring his mate joy - the genuine gratitude she’d send down the bond at even the smallest gestures was never lost on him. Perhaps it was self-serving but he couldn’t resist surprising her, coveting each warm smile she’d give him as if he’d never feel warmth again.

He prayed their future babes had her smile, her eyes, any of her features, truly. But most of all, her heart - maybe then, beating within the most precious gift the mother could offer them, she’d finally see just how beautiful she really was.

————

He had to beg and plead like a mad male but finally she agreed to spend the entire weekend in bed with him. Who knew that he, the one who was typically the workaholic, would be the one to grovel at his mates feet begging her to take a break.

Fortunately, she was not immune to his charms and obliged him. At one point, she snuck out of bed in an attempt to accomplish a few tasks around the house before her cramps humbled her. Azriel was promptly startled awake from the nap he’d drifted off to as she loudly exclaimed from down the hall, “Fuck it. Back to bed.”

They spent the rest of the weekend making love, whispering of their dreams for the future, indulging in sweets, and reveling in each others touch with no shortage of laughter and kissing in between.

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A/n: So I’ve totally been under the weather this weekend with no motivation to write but as I laid in bed with my own partner tending to me with whatever I needed, I couldn’t resist writing this. I intended it to be a Drabble but the words just kept flowing. I stan fluffy Az. Anyway, thanks for reading!

For those of you waiting on new parts to my current fics - I promise they’re coming along and will be out soon! xo ♥️

[ranjith11]

Time tracking using Asana in Accounting | business accountability | Future proof accounts

In this video, Neha talks about how we can use Asana for team to track time - Making it simple for staff to add time spent. Are you ready to take charge of your accountability? In this video, we unveil effective strategies to help you stay on track, whether in business or personal endeavors. We explore the importance of accountability in business ethics and introduce you to the world of accounts payable bookkeeping. Plus, learn how to create an Asana account effortlessly and discover how Asana can make accountability easy. Don't miss out on valuable insights that can transform the way you approach accountability.

[charl0ttan]

lottie if u like repetitive tasks / data entry you would probably really enjoy bookkeeping. also can be done remotely / is ur avg office job if thats smth u care about

u raise a good point i could look into that at least until i get my data analytics stuff in order....thank you:)

[melocherie]

I can't believe lavenoor told you to take down your Disney fanfic, that makes me really sad. As long as it wasn't copy-paste plagiarism it shouldn't be a problem. noor's behavior screams entitlement

as a writer myself I would be so happy if I inspired other people to write stories in the same genre/Fandom. I'd even feel honored if people wrote fanfiction about my fanfiction

I feel like noor wants to hog the yandere Disney gender-bent category all for herself. Create a monopoly. which is incredibly rich from her since the source material is from the public domain, so it's not like she created something entirely new from scratch

So sorry you had that unpleasant experience with that groomer lavenoor. I hope it hasn't affected you too much and I hope you found peace. if you ever want to write a yandere Disney genderbent harem then please feel free to do so, you don't owe lavenoor anything, and lavenoor doesn't have ownership over the genre. I am sure there are many people who will support you and your work

yeah,  while  the  fic  itself  was  nothing  to  mourn,  i’m  mostly  upset  for  my  sixteen-year-old  self,  who  had  her  excitement  dashed  and  had  to  deal  with  noor’s  immaturity.  from  my  perspective,  iaptbap  is  not  a  completely  new  concept  created  from  scratch;  rather,  it’s  a  common  set-up  (the  protagonist  takes  the  role  of  the  hero / love  interest / villain  and  is  tasked  with  setting  the  plot  straight)  given  disney  princess  coating,  a  franchise  she  does  not  own.  i  can  understand  why  she  would  be  upset  if  my  work  was  just  another  yandere  fic  with  the  exact  same  names  she'd  chosen,  their  exact  personality,  and  the  exact  same  book  tower  set-up—— i’ve  seen  it  happen  before—— but  mine  wasn't,  and  she  knew  that.

there’s  a  message  count  limit  on  quotev  so  we  traded  journals  while  debating  my  right  to  write  the  fic.  looking  at  my  journal  response  gave  me  anxiety  so  i  deleted  it  (which  i  regret),  and  since’s  noor’s  deactivated,  i  can't  send  the  journal  she's  gave  me  but  here  are  some  of her  arguments,  copied  down  by  my  girlfriend  when  we  were  discussing  the  situation  afterward:

i  would  argue  that  the  similarities  she  mentioned  are  just  natural  ideas  stemming  from  disney  princess  isekai. 

yes,  the  protagonist  will  isekai  from  one  film  to  the  next  because  they  are  set  in  different  time  periods  and  have  separate worldbuilding,  that’s  what  kingdom  hearts  and  kilala  princess  did. 

yes,  there  will  be  a  mentor  character  who  explains  the  world's  rules  and  supports  the  main  character.  that’s  just  standard  fare  for  any  book,  not  just  hers.  honestly,  the  only  wrongdoing  i had admit  to  her  is  that  i  unintentionally  gave  coella  the  same  appearance  as  bookkeeper.  reader  was  alice,  while  coella  was  the  white  rabbit  from  wonderland,  so  i  thought  it’d  be  neat  if  she  had  white  hair,  tanned  skin,  and  green  eyes. because  of  this  i  agreed  to  remove  coella  even  though  it’d  require  massive  rewrites  of  the  fic,  but  nope  that  still  wasn’t  enough  for  noor.

and  yes,  naturally  the  reader  of  this  premise  would  take  on  the  role  of  the  love  interest.  that’s  just  what  anyone  would  write.  no  one  wants  to  cuck  the  original  princes.  (and  noor’s  mc  is  a  terrible  prince  but  that’s  a  discussion  for  another  day.) 

btw  it’s  beyond  me  how  she  can  claim  that  she  doesn't  own  the  premise,  yet  the  fact  that  i  plan  to  execute  it  differently  is  still  wrong  because  i’m  stealing  from  her.  girl,  pick  one  or  the  other  you  can’t  have  both. 

later,  when  i  had  to  write  an  author's  note  explaining  why  i  was  removing  the  fic  to  rework  it  because  another  author  claimed  i  was  copying  them,  she  messaged  me,  stating  she  saw  it  and  disagreed  because  “that’s  wasn’t  the  issue.”  what  do  you  mean  that  wasn’t  the  issue?  am  i  insane  or  did  you  messaged  me  to  take  down  my  fic  because  i  copied  your  premise,  even  when  i  had  given  evidence  that  i  did  not  copy  your  fic.  just  because  you  look  bad  because  you  made  a  teenage  girl  cry  doesn't  mean  anything  to  me.

and,  yes,  even  though  i  had  given  evidence  that  i did  not  copy  noor’s  fic  by  sending  her  discord  messages  of  me  working  on  it  before  reading  iaptbap,  i  decided  to  take  it  down  nevertheless  because  i  was  afraid  of  her  messaging  me  again  later  or  her  fandom  making  a  fuss.  even  though  she  stated  prior  that  she'd  let  me  keep  the  fic  if  i  had  evidence,  she  didn't  fight  me  in  the  least  about  taking  it  down.  she  even  had  the  audacity  to  ask  me  afterwards  whether  i  had  planned  on  handling  the  characters  gaining  sentience  differently  after  i  confessed  that  was  the  only  thing  of  hers  i  felt  were  similar  between  our  works. 

sorry,  and  i’m  gritting  my  teeth  as  i  write  this,  but  it  appears  to  me  that  her  genuine  intention  were  never  about  whether  i  plagiarized  her;  she  does  just  want  to  hog  the  disney  princess  premise  all  to  herself.  like  wow,  maybe  i  wouldn’t  have  felt  forced  to  "turn  your  shitty  concept  into  something  actually  good"  if  you  had  cared  even   a little  about  the  source  material! 

my  apologies  anon  dearie  for  the  long  rant but  for  a  long  time,  i  kept  wondering  if  i  was  in  the  wrong.  am  i  being  obsessive?  am  i  just  bitter  and  jealous?  no,  i  don't  think  so.  she  treated  me  horribly  and  never  apologized,  and  only  now  am  i  able  to  talk  about  it.  it’s  cathartic  honestly.

[whencyclopedia]

The Fabric of Civilization: How Textiles Made the World

In "The Fabric of Civilization," Virginia Postrel explores how the history of textiles is akin to the story of civilization as we know it. As evidenced throughout her book, Postrel treats each chapter as a standalone story of its production and journey, all the while masterfully weaving it together to show the story of human ingenuity. While academic in nature due to its incredibly well-researched methodology, the general reader will enjoy the book's unique style and approach to world history.

In The Fabric of Civilization: How Textiles Made the World, Virginia Postrel expertly demonstrates how the history of textiles is the story of human progress. Although textiles have shaped society in many ways, their central role in the development of technology and impact on socio-economics have been exceedingly overlooked. Attempting to remedy this issue, Postrel organizes her book into two distinct sections: one focusing on the different stages of textile production (fiber, thread, cloth, and dye) and the other on the consumers, traders, and future innovators of said textiles. To strengthen her argument, Postrel pulls from different primary sources across many regions and cultures, such as the works of people like entomologist Agostino Bassi and the accounts of disgruntled Assyrian merchants. However, Postrel goes beyond relying solely on books and peer-reviewed articles; she personally interviewed textile historians, scientists, businesspeople, and artisans who offered their own insight regarding the importance of textiles in the world. To help the reader envision the intricacies of textile manufacturing, the book is riddled with images that range from ancient spindle whorls and Andean textile patterns to nineteenth-century pamphlets raging over improved cotton seeds. It is quite a laborious task to explain the history of textiles, but Postrel’s way of organizing her chapters and style of writing does an excellent job of conveying her argument.

In Chapter One, Postrel illustrates the many uses of fibers and how their multipurpose functionality served its role in world economies. From the domestication of cotton in the Americas to sericulture in ancient China, such fibers left an indelible mark on trade and technology. Chapter Two looks at the use of thread's connection with social and gender roles as Postrel argues that dismissing fabric as feminine domesticity ignores its integral role in the social innovations that products like clothing and sails provided. Chapter Three connects mathematics with weaving through handwoven textiles by Andean artisans and in the notations written down in Marx Ziegler’s manual, The Weaver’s Art and Tie-Up Book (1677). Chapter Four explains how dyes not only contributed to the distinction between social classes, such as the use of Tyrian purple by Roman emperors but also the ingenuity of humans to ascribe meaning and beauty to a variety of colors. Furthermore, the increasing and competitive trading of dyes in the 16th and 17th centuries would eventually contribute to the discovery of synthetic dyes.

Textile traders and consumers also helped to foster cultural exchanges. Postrel then highlights how traders often also served as innovators. The implementation of the Fibonacci sequence in European trading not only helped traders with bookkeeping but also gave a new perspective to the practicality of learning math by helping traders understand profits and calculate prices. Readers explore in Chapter Six how the Mongol Empire expanded across many different lands for their desire for valuable woven textiles. Under the Pax Mongolica, the textile trade flourished as the Mongols protected the Silk Road, resulting in cross-cultural and technological exchange between Europe and Asia. Lastly, in Chapter Seven, Postrel introduces synthetic polymers like nylon and polyester, where the efforts made by scientists like Wallace Carothers, Rex Whinfield, and James Dickson have revolutionized the use of textiles. Companies like Under Armour use polyester to create water-repellent clothing. Despite synthetic polymers currently being used innovatively, many still seek to look into the future of textiles. As Postrel explains, imagine your pockets can charge your phone or your hat could give you directions. The future of textiles is incredibly exciting.

As an avid writer of socio-economics, Postrel expertly showcases her knowledge of the subject. Postrel’s previous books, such as The Future and its Enemies (1998) and The Power of Glamour: Longing and the Art of Visual Persuasion (2013), cover the interconnectedness between culture, technology, and the economy. Postrel has also worked as a columnist for several news sites, is the contributing editor for the magazine Works in Progress, and was a visiting fellow at the Smith Institute for Political Economy and Philosophy at Chapman University. This book is a wonderful intellectual contribution that feels like a documentary series, perfectly threading the reader through cultures and regions like a needle through fabric.

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How would Rocky Rickaby be with an fem! reader who's very silent and withdrawn and who is a woman of ***very*** few words and reader is also albino (her fur is pure white and devoid of pigment) and they met by reader working as Lackadaisy's bookkeeper and accountant?

Rocky with an albino reader

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T.W. None

W.C. 627

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(Y/n): Your Name

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A/n: Heyy… little bit awkward… sorry I’m barely answering this… Iwasprocrastinatingforawhile- BUT! I then started working on another ask and then eventually started this one!… if that makes it any better for you… please forgive me, I don’t have much experience besides the other one, and I just planning out how I should go about this one! Better late than never… right?

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When Rocky first laid eyes on you, he could see that you were unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Your fur, clean and untainted, set you apart. Your striking eye color further distinguished you from the rest.

When you first met, you crashed into each other as you were rushing with stacks of papers. As you quickly got up, you instantly grabbed the piles of papers on the ground, not acknowledging Rocky. As he slowly got up, he was slightly confused by how quickly everything happened. But eventually, you abruptly stopped what you were doing and looked up at him, “Sorry.” was all you said. You gazed into each other’s eyes, your face of surprise and concern, while Rocky’s was surprised and confused but soon turned to admiration. 

Wether it was in a 'Love at first sight' sort of way, or not, is up to your course

Rocky noticed your fur was of no color, just white, and Rocky couldn’t take his eyes off you, even admiring the unique color in your eyes. You both stayed like that, sat on the floor, papers in your hands, most still on the floor, until Rocky brightly offered help like the gentleman he was. You accepted, and after everything settled, it was like a switch flipped: he excitedly told you his name, then asked for yours. He then asked a bucket’s worth of questions about you,

“What is it, for a dame such as yourself, to have such pure, unblemished fur?”

“Is the color of your eyesight tainted as the same hue of your eyes?”

“When you get dirtied, does your fur absorb it?”

Etcetera, Etcetera. He’ll ask anything out of pure curiosity, even if the question is absurd.

When you get to answer, you respond to the questions with simple words, just getting straight to the point.

“It’s called Albino,”

You shook your head,

“Strange… but no.”

That was another odd thing about you. You never really gave details, just small, simple answers, and that’s if you provided a verbal reply. Half the time, you just answered with hums or nods.

Of course, Rocky eventually discovers you aren’t trying to be rude with it and that he isn’t the only one you do it to. That’s just the way you are, a woman of few words.

He found out with everyone in the Lackadaisy —separately— saying you had the same behavior towards them after Rocky asked about you because you wouldn’t give much information about yourself.

After asking about you, he learned your role at the Lackadaisy was the bookkeeper

… To put it short, Rocky was more than impressed by you.

He found it fascinating how you navigated the complexities of numerical data and managed inventory with such skill and precision. The mere thought of tackling such responsibilities left him in awe; Rocky couldn't imagine where he would begin in that challenging task. And it also brought to light why you had so much paper when you ran into each other.

He began to read about albinism in medical books, wanting to know more about you and your condition.

From this, he learned the downsides of it. With such beauty comes the despair of it.

Like the moon: Its enchanting blue glow casts a mesmerizing light that blankets the world in a serene ambiance, inviting tranquility to flow through fields and streets as you wander. Yet, this luminescence can reveal the shadows lurking within, tempting some to exploit the darkness for their own gain.

Anyway, to be concise, Rocky is mesmerized by you and your abilities to keep up the responsibilities of being a bookkeeper. He will always have an intense curiosity about you that never seems to show signs of waning, even as time passes.

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Again, I hope you’re not upset how long I took…

I hope you liked it though…

I didn’t know if you wanted it to be romantic or something, so I kinda just made it so you can interpret it however you wanted it

If there are any mistakes I made, please point them out,

comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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