#California fuchsia

[tggardens]

Also I've planted several native plants again and will be finishing up today, I'll get pictures and post some later today. I've got several Common Snowberry bushes that we can hopefully use to replace the invasive vincas, and some Blue Elderberry bushes coming in.

[lostintheuniverseslies]

A Quiet Little Seedling Plants

Chapter Two

Snake Plant

Fern

California Fuchsia

Prickly Pear Cactus

Red Star Cordyline

Zebra Haworthia

Crown of Thorns

Previously: Chapter 1 Plants Next: Chapter 5 Plants

[selfhelpradio]

slow motion explosion in red

[crudlynaturephotos]

[owlwithafringe]

Orange County Concrete Pavers Landscape

Design ideas for a large transitional drought-tolerant and full sun backyard concrete paver landscaping in summer.

[concordlimeridgegarden]

California Fuchsia - San Jose and Catalina Island varieties. Zauschneria californica.

[bay-views]

[cantdrawbutimhere]

After reading a post I had a question, was bored, and then I wasted hours of my life.

said question: what every coach's % in Ao3 tagging is out of the 365 fics. here's the answer that no one asked for:

Jack rose: 210 (57%)

Wanderlust: 198 ( 54%)

Brezziana: 135 ( 36%)

Mihaily: 137 ( 37%)

Sara: 127 ( 34%)

Night Swan: 126 (34%)

The Traveler: 72 ( 19%)

Mr Overload: 1 (0.2%)

Si’Ha Nova: 64 (17%)

Disco: 32 ( 8.7%)

Rubika: 3 ( 0.8%)

Giulia:2 ( 0.5%)

Panda: 19 (5.2%)

Alano: 5 (1.3%)

Lilith: 7 (1.9%)

Ari: 12 (3.2%)

Grace: 12 (3.2%)

Rasputin: 6 (1.6%)

Phoenix: 6 (1.6)

Freyja: 3 (0.82%)

Clementine: 4 (1%)

Mr. Saxobeat: 7 (1.9%)

California girls: 2 (0.5%)

Liza Friday: 19 (5.2%)

Hit the lights: 1 (0.2%)

Disturbia: 1(0.2%)

Alzena:3 (0.8%)

The sweet escape (beta): 1(0.2%)

Icona Shard: 8 (2.1%)

Skarlet gold:8 (2.1%)

Scotty <3: 10 (2.7%)

Starships: 2 (0.5%)

Topaz: 1 (0.2%)

Ruby:1 (0.2%)

Onyx:1(0.2%)

Boss witch: 11 (3.0%)

Vester:13 (3.5%)

Louise Dallas: 5 (1.3%)

Countless Butterfly: 4 (1%)

Cygnus: 35 (9.5%)

April:3 (0.8%)

Devlin: 4 (1%)

Gabriela:4 (1%)

Layl:4 (1%)

Temperature P2: 4 (1%)

Liv: 18  (4.9%)

Blake: 19 (5.2%)

Gray: 5 (1.3%)

Haze: 6 (1.6%)

Joy-ce: 4 (1%)

T-Bam<3my son: 4 (1%)

Felicia: 9  (2.4%)

Ruban: 4 (1%)

Polo: 5 (1.3%)

Unai: 2 (0.5%)

Agent D: 2 (0.5%)

Captain Catastrophe: 2 (0.5%)

Mothigan: 11 (3%)

Oshii: 1(0.2%)

Pokerface(all): 1 (0.2%)

Rich Girl: 1(0.2%)

Evachase: 2 (0.5%)

Cameron: 1 (0.2%)

Sailor: 2 (0.5%) 

Valentine: 1 (0.2%)

I like it P3: 3 (0.8%)

Sweet Sensation: 3 (0.8%)

Lauren: 1 (0.2%)

Tyler: 2 (0.5%)

Rudolf: 1(0.2%)

Pandafan: 5 (1.3%)

Deerstan: 4 (1%)

Lucero:1 (0.2%)

Mariol:1(0.2%)

DJ Lama:1(0.2%)

Small town boy:1(0.2%)

Cat:2 (0.5%)

I feel it coming: 1 (0.2%)

Lights: 1 (0.2%)

Don't Start me now:2 (0.5%)

Levitating extreme(the guard):  2 (0.5%)

Etria: 2 (0.5%)

Rosearia:2 (0.5%)

Phone Girl: 4 (1%)

Hair Man: 8 (2.1%)

Pool man:4 (1%)

Luke Cyther: 16 (4.3%)

Fuchsia Blue:1 (0.2%)

Can't hold us: 1(0.2%)

Michiya:1(0.2%)

Captain Crimson:1(0.2%)

Plum:1(0.2%)

Forgotten Queen:1(0.2%)

Moxie:1(0.2%)

Joshua: 1(0.2%)

Mayble: 3 (0.8%)

Keenen:1 (0.2%)

Brooke:1 (0.2%)

Isaac:1 (0.2%)

Doran:1 (0.2%)

Diego:1 (0.2%)

Rock N' roll Will get you up the mountain: 5 (1.3%)

Hadley: 4 (1%)

Banagrange (both): 2 (0.5%)

Till I find you: 1 (0.2%)

Migul:1 (0.2%)

Arleen: 3 (0.8%)

Im an Albatraoz: 2 (0.5%) 

A little Party Killed nobody: 1 (0.2%)

Bang bang:1 (0.2%)

Ann. G Lina:11 (3.0%)

Venus coach:1 (0.2%)

Selios: 5 (1.3%)

Triton: 3 (0.8%)

Lets save the planet: 3 (0.8%)

Stop, drop, roll: 2 (0.5%)

Happy: 1 (0.2%)

Kill this love: 1 (0.2%)

Adameve:1(0.2%)

Baby one more time: (1:1=(0.2%)) (2:2=(0.5%)) (3:1(0.2%)) (4:1(0.2%))

Rave in the grave: 1 (0.2%)

Crystal: 6 (1.6%)

Pulse: 4 (5?) (1%, 1.3%?)

Dolores:ew 6 (1.6%)

Love again: 1 (0.2%)

Chaves: 4 (1%)

Estrella: 6 (1.6%)

Juan: 4 (1%)

Kimby Bill: 4 (1%)

Russil Bill: 4 (1%)

Teddy Bill: 10 (2.7%)

The Bride: 11 (3%)

 Calypso: 2 (0.5%)

Talia Sway: 13 (3.5%)

Shadow rider: 3 (0.8%)

Epsilon: 7 (1.9%)

Lacrosma: 1 (0.2%)

Alec: 1 (0.2%)

All the stars: 1 (0.2%))

Sacrifice C2:6 (1.6%) 

Girlfriend (both): 1(0.2%)

Bonnie: 1(0.2%)

Clyde:1(0.2%)

Jopping P1: 2 (0.5%)

Jopping P2: 3 (0.8%)

Jopping P3:2 (0.5%)

Aureain:2 (0.5%)

Dark Horse:1 (0.2%)

I kissed a girl:2 (0.5%)

Rare:1 (0.2%)

Beedabop:5 (1.3%)

Kaa’riki 1 (0.2%)

Masi’el: 1 (0.2%)

Body moving: 3 (0.8%)

did I miss some? I bet. my sanity ran out.

if you for some reason read all of this, why? But have a great day/night!

[alonetimelover]

Action! - tolerate it - 2020

Pairings: Harry Styles x Director!Reader

Summary: YN sees how much Harry is distancing himself from her and their relationship. She decides to confront him, not realising the cascade of events about to happen and the feelings she had buried within herself.

Warnings: angst! swearing, mention of unfaithfulness

Word count: ~3,0k

A/N: Another one based on a song, like the title says: tolerate it by Taylor Swift. Hope you enjoy it! x

requested by @abbeyroad069 I hope it meets your expectations 💗

part 2 - champagne problems

series masterlist let's talk about action!universe

20th of June was, like any day in California, warm and sultry.

Sun high above illuminating his face through the dimmed windows. Book that she recommended to him in his hands, flipping pages from time to time, annotating it. Scribbling in his notebook after having found a noteworthy quote. His hair falling into place like dominoes, the pink hair-slide having been forgotten from the gym the other day. Rolled up sleeves, showing his multiple tattoos and shorts, short enough to give her a peak of his Brazil one. 

She was sitting opposite him watching. Observing his head hanging low, reading the book she loved so much. His chest was rhythmically lifting with each of the deep and calm breath. His left hand, folding down the pages he’d already read. The right one fiddling with the pencil. 

She noticed everything he did and didn’t do. 

She sat and watched him. 

“I can feel your eyes on me, baby,” Harry spoke without sparing her a glance. “You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring.” Scrutinising. 

Harry closed the book and turned to her, “are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Not now, at least. Also that plant hasn’t changed since the day we bought it,” he noted, noticing her eyes watching the flower. 

He was wrong. Not for the first and probably last time. That plant was the fourth she brought to their shared house. The first one, that Harry was alluding to, was overwatered, because before it, YN hadn’t known much about plants and had thought they needed water like people, every day. But it was succulent. YN replaced it within two weeks. 

The second plant, a completely different one - a fuchsia, didn’t last longer. This one being unfortunately knocked over by a dog of YN’s friend, and chewed on, leaving just two flowers. Nothing she could’ve done with them, she searched it up. 

The third one lasted the longest - almost three months. She only needed to replace it, having learned she was allergic to ficus. After weeks of a runny nose, sneezing whenever in a living room and lacrimation, she went to a doctor, did allergic tests and wallowed over her proud achievement that a living plant was. However, she gave it to her best friend, knowing it would be in good hands. 

Harry didn’t notice any change. It couldn’t have been easy for him though. Today was the first day in five months that he decided to actually spend time with YN. During those months he was meeting up with his new costars (of a movie YN was a director of), his management (discussing newest album), his bandmates (talking over new tour dates). All of that after having begged YN for moving in with him in LA, due to worldwide quarantine. 

“You know it’s an orchid?” She asked after some time. 

“Sure.”

“And the one we bought together was a crassula.”

“You threw away our Farquad?” He asked, exaggerating the hurt.  

 “Three months - no, wait - almost four months ago. I overwatered it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s not even the funniest part,” YN started to sound sarcastic. “I then bought a totally different plant that Doger knocked over and ate. Then another one that I - how it turned out - am allergic to. This one is the fourth plant here. I bought it two weeks ago. Isn’t it hilarious?”

“You’re being sarcastic. And I don’t even know what for, YN.” Harry reached for his book, attempting to restart the chapter. 

YN was very much surprised by how quickly and drastically the person she loved could change. One talkative person who wanted to discuss the slightest and smallest problem with his partner was not here. One caring person, who was hurt whenever his loved one was, felt absent. One gentle man, who looked after his partner trying to be the best for her lost the title.

“You understand it’s not about plants?” 

“It sounds like it is,” he said dismissively, staring at the book. 

“But it isn’t. It’s about you, about us, Harry.” She emphasised the pronoun.  

“YN,” he sighed, closing the book once again. “You’re starting this pointless argument for the third time this month.”

Fifth, she thought. It was the fifth time she tried to talk it over with Harry. Perhaps, she felt, she was misreading everything. Perhaps, the neglect she felt wasn't real. She must have been exaggerating the situation. Nothing changed. He loved her as much as yesterday or two years ago. It was pointless after all.

She was waiting by the door just like she was just a kid. Waiting, having laid the table with a ‘fancy shit’ as Harry called the tableware that he’d got from his mother. It was their anniversary. YN wanted to celebrate it simply, a cosy dinner with his favourite dish, Harry’s best wine and Phil Collins playing in the background. Nothing over the top. Just them, solemnising their third year together. 

He was late. Two and half hours late. 

Was she mad? She should have been, but was hopeful. Always putting so much faith in him. 

“What are you doing still up, love?” He asked tiptoeing into the house, five hours later.

“Happy anniversary!” 

She smiled from one ear to the other, holding up the cake she had baked by herself that morning. Even though, deep down she was sad and disappointed, celebrating this milestone was more important. They’d forget about this tardiness tomorrow, only remembering what was worth it.

“Oh! Indeed, happy anniversary, babe.” His eyes not knowing where to look. He forgot.

She hated being called babe. 

“Did you have dinner?”

“Yeah, I’m full.” He patted his stomach, simultaneously taking off his black trainers. “We went to this new sushi restaurant I’d talked to you about. It was amazing! The chef was so nice, giving me a tip on how to chop the spring onions correctly.” Oh, how eager he was about it. 

“Exciting. So you won’t be eating any tacos I made?” She asked hopefully. 

“‘M sorry, YN. I’m so tired, I'm just gonna shower and head to bed. Tomorrow’s morning I’m meeting up with Olivia to talk over the few scenes we’ve got together,” Harry said, yawning and already going up the stairs. 

Harry’s and Olivia’s characters didn’t have any scenes where they would talk with each other. 

“It’s not an argument. I want to kindly and calmly talk with you. When was the last time we actually discussed our relationship?” 

“Is there anything to discuss? We’re fine.”

“Harry,” YN sat up straight, giving Harry a pointer that he’d better listen. “You don’t only discuss your relationship when something’s wrong. And,” she paused, pondering about the next question, “you really think we’re fine?”

“Yes!” He lifted up his voice, becoming edgy. “Day after day you’re insinuating something. Just say it fucking straight, whatever that is on your heart, lay it on me.” 

If she did as he had said, would it mean the end? The confrontation was the last thing she wanted. Especially when Harry already was wired. But at the same time, when would be a better moment?

“I don’t think we’re fine. We’re growing apart,” she admitted. 

“It’s your opinion.”

“Yes, it is! Thank you for noticing, Harry,” YN expressed sarcastically. “Don’t you see how much you’ve distanced yourself from this -” She pointed between them. “This relationship?”

“Distanced? I’m working, YN. I’m trying to write an album. I’m working on three films. I’m managing a relationship with you.”

“Managing?” Her voice smaller, the weight of his words landing on her.

“Of course, it’s the only fucking thing you’ve heard. Of course.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

Harry stood up from the armchair, throwing his book on an oaken coffee table. His hands brushing over his hair and then beard, he’d grown over the quarantine. 

“It’s not. You’re working, Harry. I understand that. I see you writing music and preparing for your roles. I’m here. Just like you wanted me to be. How you begged me to be.” She tried staying as calm as possible. “I am here and you’re not.”

“What do you want me to do, YN? Hmm? I can’t be at the two places at the same time. I can’t give you as much attention as you crave. I can’t.” He was throwing his hands up and down, talking with them as well. 

“Is it craving attention by just wishing your partner was there for you?”

“You think I’m not?”

“Stop asking stupid questions, Harry!” She broke her calmness, all her feelings finally having space to leave her body. “You’re not here. Not at home, not in this relationship.”

“I just said, I can’t give you all the attention you crave, “ he repeated. 

“Love?”

“What?”

“What about love? Can you give it to me?”

“Oh, now you’re sounding ridiculous. I’m done with this conversation, YN.”

He moved swiftly over the table and rushed towards the stairs. 

“I love you, Harry. Can you say it?”

He can’t, she said in her mind, observing how his shoulders tensed, halting his movements. Then, her eyes started getting teary. But she wasn’t going to cry in front of him. No. She’d wait and just like over the last two weeks, she’d wait for him to go to sleep, then she’d sit down in the downstairs bathroom and sob. Sob for minutes or hours. Shaking with all the emotions trapped inside, hurting every inch of her body.

She knew her love should have been celebrated. 

“If it’s all in my head just tell me now,” she whispered, knowing he could hear her. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. Tell me that for the last five months you haven’t lied about where you were going. Tell me that you really didn’t forget about our anniversary. Tell me that she’s not the one you’re going to every day. Tell me I’m wrong. I beg you,” she whimpered. 

Pathetic, she thought. 

He still hadn’t moved. Maybe he was preparing his apology, or a break up discourse, where YN’s thoughts. 

“YN,” Harry sighed, still not looking in her direction. 

“Tell me I’m wrong.” She pressed him. 

“I - I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if I’m wrong or you don’t know what to say?”

“I didn’t cheat on you.” His voice was low, like it wasn’t really his. 

Many would laugh but she had never thought about it. She trusted him too much to even consider it. From day one of their relationship to this day, she’d never believed any rumour, any post on social media, any article, any fan, any ‘friend’. She believed him, she believed his ‘I love you’s, his ‘I care about you’s, his ‘you’re the love of my life’, his ‘you’re the only one for me’. No doubt there. 

What she thought and worried about was him falling out of love.

And there were more and more signs it had already happened.

“I know. It never crossed my mind.”

Harry’s mood was changing constantly for the last 20 minutes. From very relaxed, to riled up, then annoyed and eventually scared. His mind was full of enigmas he couldn’t solve. Mixed emotions and feelings, messing with him. 

“Then what are you accusing me of?”

“Assuming I - we - are fine.”

“YN-”

“Harry. Be genuine. If not with me, then - then just with yourself.” The least she could do was make him realise it.

“I am. I - I am genuine. I -” he gulped. “I love you.” 

It was like a dagger stabbing her in the heart. The sentence, echoing in her brain, quizzical voices talking over each other, ragging on her. 

Where was that man who’d throw blankets over her barbed wire? She made him her temple, her mural, her sky. Temple, she went to ask for advice, direction, forgiveness and adoration. Mural, she appreciated all over and watched being appreciated by so many. Sky, she couldn’t imagine living without, looking up to it, thanking it for its presence. 

“I love you.” 

But this one was full of it, full of actual love. It could say everything just by the way she expressed it, all feelings inside it. No more to add, nothing to cut. Just three words. Three sincere words. 

“Please,” he begged, knowing what was awaiting him. “Can we go to sleep? We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I promise.”

Letting it slide would mean not talking about it until the moment she’d grow some confidence. She couldn’t do it. As much as it hurt her, what was coming, she needed to be strong. She needed to hear it. No matter the heartbreak. 

“You’ll break that promise. Promises about coming home on time, meeting me up for lunch, going with me to that new sushi restaurant, showing me your newest idea for a song. Promises you break, one after the other since February.” She stood up, walking up to him. “Promises about missing me-”

“Stop.”

“Promises about caring about me.”

“I said stop, YN.” His voice slowly gaining power. 

“Promises about loving me-”

“I said stop!” He shouted, making her flinch. “Stop it, YN! The way you feel doesn’t give you a reason to put it on me, making me feel like a monster, like the one responsible for everything.”

“But you promised all those things, not meeting them at the end.”

“So what?”

She begged her brain to play with her. He didn't just say it. 

“Harry, you lied so many times that I don’t know what’s true anymore. Last month, you talked about meeting Jeff for coffee and the next day there were photos of you with Olivia all over the internet. Few days ago you mentioned the trip with Chris and Gemma, but the same day the trip is going to be, are the days Gemma is spending at her parent’s farm and Chris is visiting our house. Today you said you loved me and - and -,” she couldn’t say it. 

This conversation felt like running up to the finish line of the run, you didn’t want to participate in. One that wouldn’t bring you fulfilment. One that would leave you sore all over, but mostly hurting your poor heart. One that the winner - you - would be an actual loser. 

He stood silently, looking down at his white socks. He couldn’t bring himself to look in her eyes. She made him aware of his feelings. Or the lack of them. This whole conversation not only angered or annoyed him but mostly made him think. Why did he lie so many times? Why couldn’t he stop? What was he thinking then and now? When did it all start? When did he lose it? Where was he, not realising he was hurting one person he promised not to lay a finger on? Why wasn't there any guilt? If so, why couldn’t he look into her eyes?

“When was the last time you asked anything about my life? Do you remember what show I’m working on? Do you remember the date we scheduled to fly to London? Do you remember anything?” She started listing everything that was bothering her.

“I told you about that new show,” she started answering for him. “Stranger Things. I wrote that one character, a guy who loves music, is an outcast. Character that is so close to my heart. One, I’m proudest of. Do you remember talking about it? Or rather me telling you about it?”

Silence. 

“What about that one conversation about going upstate to my cabin? We’re supposed to leave in three days. Or are you meeting up with Olivia to discuss scenes that you do not have together?” 

Perhaps she was jealous. And perhaps, deep down, she thought about the possibility. The infidelity. She was so stunned with the love he made her used to be, trust he provided, that the concept of him being unfaithful was buried within other problems. 

“I’ll pack some stuff and leave for a few days.” It was all he said, before moving upstairs, leaving her flabbergasted. 

Like in a trance, all feelings leaving her body, she walked to the couch and sat down. Thoughts were swirling in her mind, making her numb. She looked across the room, finding the photo of her and Harry from their first visit at Anne’s, laughing maniacally because Gemma had said something funny. It was the first time she met his family properly (in real life, not on FaceTime), seven months into the relationship. It was crazy how now she considered them her family too. Even more than her own.

Was it all going to collapse now? 

“Now, lovebirds, big smiles for the family album!” Anne shouted over Christmas music playing loudly. 

The warmth coming from the fireplace behind her, and the one provided by Harry, made her cheeks feel hot. Matching sweater she had bought for her and Harry, tickling her neck, big woollen socks she got from Gemma tucking her. They were right after the big dinner, carols singing and gifts exchanging. It all felt like Christmas portrayed in movies. 

“It’s an honour, you know,” Harry whispered. 

“What d’you mean?” She looked up at him. 

“Mum has a big album with only a few photos from each year ending up there. I think it’s the last vacant space for 2018, love.” Harry squeezed her closer to himself, cuddling her. “Now say cheese or gimme a kiss.”

“I’m not kissing you in front of your mum!” she protested with a teasing smile. 

“Don’t be a prude,” he joked. “One, little kiss?” 

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’. 

“Don’t make me beg.” Harry pouted, stepping on the dangerous territory. His pointing finger holding her chin, making her look at him once again. 

He smirked, “you look even more beautiful today, my love.” Smirk turning into his winning smile. 

“You are unbelievable,” she shook her head, slightly puckering her lips. 

“Okay, that’s enough flirting!” Gemma yelled. “Mum snap a photo before you become grandma.”

They laughed in embarrassment but underneath feeling peaceful.

With a Gucci suitcase in hand, Harry appeared in a corner of her eye, almost swimming to the front door. 

“I’ll be back in a few days. I - I need to think about it all. I lo - I’ll see you then, YNN.” 

Just that. 

The door closed, soon being followed by the sound of the engine starting and slowly withering. 

She knew her love should’ve been celebrated. But he tolerated it.

And she did nothing.

She sat and watched him. 

[ashmouthbooks]

what kind of man doesn't & better than your best by menocchio, also known as 'road boys' (or it was when it was being posted and I was reading!).

I decided to continue down the design path I took with Tucked!, printing titles directly onto book cloth and using single-colour endpapers. My second project was actually bootstrapping, but I messed up that binding so much I didn't want to share it at first - one day I might cut the text block out of the case, re-do the case and case it in again, to fix all the problems I had. I do console myself with the fact my colour and cover paper choices were on point, at least. check out the mad 80s/90s energy of this, I'm in love. (I'm pretty sure I had a tracksuit in the early 90s in those exact colours.)

what kind of man doesn't and better than your best are a series so I wanted them to match. I chose yellow/orange as the colours for wkomd because of how when I started reading it, the image seared into my mind was that of a hot and golden California sun. for btyb I went with a dark green and blue because it's a kk3 rewrite, and I associate it very strongly with bonsai so I wanted a more down-to-earth colour palette for it. as it happened I had Dubletta (same brand bookcloth as for Tucked!) in those colours so it was an easy choice.

specs and process photos under cut

bootstrapping

Typeset in Charter. Printed on 100gsm 100% recycled eco-craft oatmeal paper and bound in seafoam blue bookcloth of dubious origin (possibly Windsor, a tissue-backed rayon) and paper from designed by Kelly Hyatt 2019 and sold by LAGOM DESIGN, over 2mm boards with Daler-Rowney Canford Fuchsia 150gsm as ends. 254 pages

what kind of man doesn't

Typeset in Charter. Printed on 80gsm 100% recycled Context Natural 80 paper and bound in Dubletta Yellow Orange 3272, a woven cotton on acid-free paper backing, over 2mm boards with Daler-Rowney Canford Buttercup 150gsm as ends. 360 pages

better than your best

Typeset in Charter. Printed on 80gsm 100% recycled Context Natural 80 paper and bound in Dubletta Duck Egg Blue 3267, a woven cotton on acid-free paper backing, over 2mm boards with Daler-Rowney Canford Sky Blue 150gsm as ends. 744 pages

so many things went wrong with the bootstrapping binding, starting with...my printer deciding to do an adjustment thing and me forgetting about this, so when I put in the carefully cut and measured book cloth sheet in, it printed...like this:

I should've recognised it for the Omen it was.

I redid it, and then between measuring and cutting the boards for the case and casing in, the textblock swelled (or I measured wrong?) which meant the textblock was pressing against the insides of the hinges, making them look bulky and gross instead of crisp and square. and also, the cover paper I used didn't take the moisture from the PVA well AT ALL so it instantly wrinkled and could not be smoothed out hard as I tried, so the cover is just. wrinkled now. I also somehow managed to lay it down askew so the cover paper is not parallel (notice the overlap differences between the bottom and top of the front cover).

as if that wasn't enough, the logo on the spine is off centre too! sheesh. not to mention the endpapers! I somehow missed an edge curling over and so it...glued in place like this. and the corresponding corner has a starch paste stain now.

I was so mad about it all that when I put it in to press, I faced it away from me. think about what you did, asshole

in beautiful contrast, almost* nothing went wrong with wkomd and btyb!

*I accidentally glued the spine piece down to wkomd incorrectly so I had to reprint that book cloth and cut a new spine piece. I tried to gently cut the spine piece off the original book cloth to see if I could re-use the book cloth, but I just cut through the cloth and also left a layer of board on it in places so, no, lol. I did salvage the back and front parts of the cloth to use in other projects and only discarded the spine piece. it could've been a lot worse.

[pocket-gems]

Apart from the Spodumenes that we know as Spodumena as such, kunzite, hiddenite and triphane which others exist?

Spodumene is the main ore, and Kunzite, Hidddnite and Triphane are colour variations.

Then there's the rest:

Aqua Blue Spodumene

Black Spodumene

Blue Spodumene

Canary Spodumene

Fluorescent Spodumene

Gray Spodumene

Green Spodumene

Esponite (Aspenite)

Ice Blue Spodumene

Irradiated Spodumene

Light Green Spodumene

Orange Spodumene

Yellow Spodumene

Afghan Kunzite

Araçuaí Kunzite

Australian Kunzite

Baby Pink Kunzite

Bi-Color Kunzite

Blossom Pink Kunzite

Blue Kunzite

Blush Pink Kunzite

Bubblegum (Pink) Kunzite

Buttercream Kunzite

California Kunzite

Canary Kunzite

Cat's Eye Kunzite

Cavern (Caverin) Pink Kunzite

Champagne Yellow Kunzite

Cherry Pink Kunzite

Cold Purple Kunzite

Color Change Kunzite

Cotton Candy Pink Kunzite

Dark Pink Kunzite

Deep Pink Kunzite

Dendritic Kunzite

Etched Kunzite

Exotic Pink Kunzite

Fragility of the Eternal Kunzite

Fuchsia Pink Kunzite

Golden Kunzite

Hot Pink Kunzite

Ice Kunzite

Intense Pink Kunzite

Kolum Kunzite

Lavender Pink Kunzite

Lilac (Pink) Kunzite

Magenta (Pink) Kunzite

Martha Rocha Kunzite

Mawi Kunzite

Medium Pink Kunzite

Milky Kunzite

Minas Gerais Kunzite

Mozambique Kunzite

Nuristan Kunzite

Ophir Kunzite

Orchid Kunzite

Oyster Pink Kunzite

Pastel Purple Kunzite

Patroke Kunzite

Peach Kunzite

Pink Champagne/Champagne Pink Kunzite

Pistachio Kunzite

Purple Kunzite

Red Kunzite

Rose (Pink) Kunzite

Rutilated Kunzite

Salmon Pink Kunzite

Singing/Singer Kunzite

Soft Pink Kunzite

Swan Pink Kunzite

Super-Pink Kunzite

Tabular Kunzite

The Fuchsia Kunzite

Trendy Pink Kunzite

Tri-Color Kunzite

Vibrant Pink Kunzite

Violet Kunzite

Urucum Kunzite

White Kunzite

Xia Kunzite

Yellow Kunzite

Kunzite/Hiddenite (Bi-Color Spodumene)

Carolina Hiddenite

Joey Hiddenite

Lime Green Hiddenite

Minas Novas Hiddenite

Mint Hiddenite

Bello Horizonte Hiddenite

Afghani Triphane

Etched Yellow Triphane

Pale Lavender Kunzite

Light Purple Kunzite

Light Purple Pink Kunzite

Light Reddish Violet Kunzite

Light Pinkish Violet Kunzite

Vibrant Purple Kunzite

Bluish Purple Kunzite

And I am SO sure I still missed someone lmao

[tggardens]

More before pics.

[therealnightcity]

[Subject Interview: Ares]

NICKNAME: Ares is a nickname, actually. My full name is Arisa, but it's only ever that when I'm in trouble for something.

GENDER: Female

STAR SIGN: I'm a Tarus. (Bet you thought I was going to say Aries huh?) It says I'm dependable, and logical but also stubborn and set in my ways. I hope I'm the first, but I don't think I'm that stubborn, unless it's something that matters a lot. And that I'm attracted to people who make me feel safe and comfortable. I don't know who wrote this, but 'safe' isn't exactly in plentiful supply in Night City, or the Badlands.

HEIGHT: 6'3, (or 191cm for those of you across the pond)

ORIENTATION: Women please, not that I have anything again men. They're just not for me, thanks.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: I was born in the Badlands, but my mom was from Brazil, and my dad was Japanese. I never met him, he ran off before I was born. I never met him and yeah I wonder what he was like, but if he was a nice person, he'd have stuck around. I have two amazing mom's though, and I can't complain.

FAVE FRUIT: I love cantaloupe! Dakota grows these melons that are the best thing I've ever tasted. Watermelon too! Or cactus fruit (but its's even better as liquor, at least till the next morning.)

FAVE SEASON: Spring is my favorite--when it starts to get a little warmer, and the flowers start peeking out again. Everyone makes the Badlands sound like it's devoid of life, but they've never been to the places where the wildflowers have been growing back.

FAVE FLOWER: I've always liked California Fuchsia. It has these little red flowers, and soft green leaves, that look like they're brushed with frost. I try to take a sprig home with me when I find it.

FAVE SCENT: It'd have to be campfire smoke. Always reminds me of summer nights, and the smell of something good roasting over the coals. I also love the smell of oil--I'm sure it's not good for me, but it's familiar, and there's comfort in that.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee for me, no milk or sugar, and preferably over a campfire.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I try to get at least 8, but let's be honest, that's a goal and not a given.

DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dogs for me! Not that I don't like cats, but I've always grown up with dogs. I have two, Luna and Jiji (who's the size of a cat anyway, so I think he counts.)

DREAM TRIP: I'd love to go back to Colorado. We traveled through the area when I was younger, and I've always wanted to stay longer. Or further up the coast would be nice too. Anywhere with nature, or open spaces. The cities have always been a little too much.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER POET: I can't pick a single character (there's too many I like) so you get my favorite poet instad. I love Jack Kerouac--there's this passage--

“As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and knelt on the trail and said ‘Thank you, shack.’ Then I added ‘Blah,’ with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would understand what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world.”

I don't know what his world was like, but I wish I could have seen it. One with "beautiful blue sunshine sky" or "hundreds of miles of pure snow-covered rocks and virgin lakes and high timber".

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: I sleep with one, if the dogs don't steal it in the middle of the night.

RANDOM FACT: I know how to fly a plane! Not a big one, but my mom taught me. She's...a little weird about it when you ask her where she learned, but people have their secrets, I guess.

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Happy to talk again, if you ever feel like it. Sure you don't want a drink? I think I have a couple beers if you've got a while.

[audreyhepburninblackandwhite]

Audrey Hepburn, wearing an asymmetrical fuchsia pink evening gown, in the press room of the 64th Academy Awards, held at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles, California March 30, 1992

[whatshisfaceblogs]

BTVS “Every Outfit” “Intervention” Xx

Technically only two looks this ep but such variations!!!

Of course Buffy would wear a T-shirt, sweater and overcoat to go to the desert, I’m not surprised considering she’s the girl with the greatest coat collection in Southern California!!!

Buffy-Bots outfits is ICONIC! I love everything about it, from the fuchsia of the top to the nude tone of the “granny” skirt! I even love her little tights! The standout however is the studded leather jacket, completes the look!!!

I find it very interesting that this is what two mens idea of what a trendy fashionista like Buffy would wear … CHOICES

The beachy buffy season five hair makes a return for its final appearance in the show! An iconic era in hair and for the show honestly!!!

[shespeaksinsongs]

another story snippet 😋

“I didn’t kill him.” This was what my testimony came to. It was weak, I knew that, but it was also the only thing I had. Priscilla, my lawyer provided by the glorious state of California, pinched the bridge of her nose for what seemed to be the millionth time since she’d introduced her three-inch fuchsia heels to my tile floors and sat her grumpy ass down in my living room.

“Whether or not you killed him, which,” She held a hand up to me, as if to tell me to hold my objections. “I do not need to know, but whether or not you killed Mr. Gardner, that still doesn’t excuse the mountains of evidence stacked against you. Three people claim they saw you.”

“Three people who clearly couldn’t identify the back of my head if they had a photographic memory. I also have an alibi that two people can prove. I was in Japantown, with two of my-”

“Two of your friends, and you were driven there in the first place by an unlicensed minor, which goes against the law. Do you really think pointing this out will put the judge in your favor?”

“Well, at least it’s something.” I said, my arms crossed over my chest.