#Journal Task

[the---hermit]

31|10|2024

No coherent thoughts just vengence saga brainrot. The struggle to focus on anything else today was so real. I still managed to get some studying done, beleve it or not.

productivity list:

reread and highlighted the notes I took during the Sabaudian states history lectures I attended

read and annotate the first set of notes uploaded online by the professor

started working on the first draft of the epic songs translations i make for my family

duolingo

📖: Lolly Willowes by Sylvia Townsend Warner

[genderoutlaws]

A hanky code parody featured in Vol. 5 Issue 2 of Mainely Gay — the official newsletter of the Maine Gay Task Force that ran from 1974 through 1980 — by Kevin Mohr | 1978

[verdantcreek]

a wandering mind 🖊️

[palatinewolfsblog]

“The profession of journalism ought to be

about telling people what they need to know -

not what they want to know.”

Walter Cronkite.

The Art of Gravitas

(for my old Friend @acommonloon ) ...

[coliepng]

my weekly overview system

[aurosoul]

wheeeee

[the-meme-monarch]

where’s that post about waking up from a dream and going “that was a little heavy handed w the symbolism” bc I did just have a dream like that

[rexscanonwife]

No I'm fine it's cool I'm just

[the---hermit]

To do list to stop the procrastination anxiety:

Book dentist appointment

Email b&b for weekend trip with mom

For the love of the gods clean the garden of all the weeds that have grown in the past few weeks

Text tattoo artist to get appointment

Find the courage to check if there's revelent infos for this year's uni classes and at least get an idea of when classes start

Reorganize bookshelves

[themyscirah]

new GLC ongoing announced !!!!!!!!! vs. written by: Jeremy Adams

(fight fight fight fight)

[verdantcreek]

the sunshine state as documented by sunshine himself

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

ok i think the best part of the drk quests overall though is the point whenever you open up your journal midway through and abruptly realize that your wol has started taking notes in a completely different voice

[mikuchan]

What about love confessions? Between our ladies - Minthara and Alfira - of course 😉 How; When; Who is the first one? What's the response? 😇💙💜

okay okay okay

This isn't exactly a love confession, but here's what I've got

733 words below the cut!

The bard, it seems to Minthara, is full of errant love. 

It’s I love you as Astarion stitches fallen jingle-bells back onto her blouse, as Karlach slings an arm around her, as Wyll presents her with a tin of colored pencils purchased from the Last Light’s quartermaster. I love you to the dog and the owlbear, to the urchin children as they giggle and scoff in return. She says it laughingly, applaudingly, dreamily. 

(She does not say it, Minthara notes, to the other tiefling girl – the one who sits by the hearth and moons after the bard. She does say it to Gale later, when they’re on the road: “Gods, I love her. I really do,” and Minthara rolls her eyes.)

It’s saccharine. It’s infuriating. It’s downright dangerous. The world above is different than the one Minthara grew up in, it’s true – but it’s also not so unsimilar. Not in the ways that matter. Open affection in times of war is never a good idea. But it’s not Minthara’s job to remedy this, so she simply ignores these outbursts and carries on. If the bard wants to act the fool, so be it.

Then they fight together, and camp together. She spends hours on the shadow-mucked road with Alfira chattering besides her. They sleep together – once, twice, thrice.

 Somewhere along that line, Minthara realizes she cares about the bard. She worries about Alfira’s comfort, and more than that, about her safety. 

At the same time, Alfira starts saying it to her, too.

“Ugh, Minthara, I love you,” sighed as the drow brings her a glass of water or wine.

“My hero! I love you!” exclaimed after Minthara seizes her by the arm, saving her from a faceful of mud. 

“I love you, you know,” and this is the worst one yet, delivered with a loving gaze and a gentle hand placed over Minthara’s own,  “and the others do too. You don’t need to be so stoic all the time.” 

As if Alfira gets to say that. As if anyone in this damn camp gets to tell Minthara Baenre what to do. Besides, it’s not just stoicism, it’s pragmatism. She knows better than any the dangers of open love. She’s doing her damndest to keep Alfira alive and in one piece, and the least the girl can do is not undermine her with these constant displays of silliness. 

“It would do you good, Alfira,” she finally says, “to be a little more stoic.”

“Probably.” Alfira’s smile is sad and lopsided, and Minthara turns away.  

In the depths of night, when she’s half-lulled in a trance state and Alfira is curled up on the bedroll beside her, she is terrified. She watches the tiefling’s chest as it rises and falls, and she feels herself standing upon a knife’s edge of fear and affection. 

Alfira’s not a calm sleeper. She moves and mutters, and expressions flicker across her face, all little frowns and winces. Her tail curls, or lashes in agitation. It does so now, violently enough to bump Minthara. She catches it with one hand to run her thumb across the smooth skin there, the funny blunt-barbed end. It helps for a moment. Alfira calms – then she jerks with a gasp, eyes flying open. Minthara moves her hand to the woman’s chest, rubbing small circles as Alfira orients herself. 

She doesn’t ask what the nightmare was about. Not a night goes by without one of them going through similar: Shadowheart whimpering and twitching, a shout from Gale, clenched-teeth sobs from…well, any of them. Nobody mentions any of it in the morning. Minthara does not sleep (and she certainly doesn’t cry aloud like a child), but her own reveries are not always peaceful either. She rolls closer to Alfira, wrapping her free arm around her, and the bard curls into her chest. Her breath is warm against Minthara’s skin.

“Oh, Minthara, I’m glad you’re here. I love you,” Alfira murmurs. 

She can’t quite bring the word to leave her own lips. It tastes like poison on her tongue. It feels like a blade sliced cleanly through Alfira’s ribs, her own grip firm on the handle. It sounds like birdsong, like bard song, and also like downfall.

But she can’t bring herself to turn away, either. Not entirely. 

“...as I do you,” Minthara finally says, and she feels Alfira smile against her. 

[haichengtual]

do you ever miss someone that you now see as a stranger that you...paint what you wish would happen that would reconcile you two

[pretendcottagelady]

House Maintenance Tracker

Also know as my cleaning tracker (though there are a few personal admin things that will go in here).

I've changed the set up, but only by a little a bit. The way this tracker works is that I colour in a square that represents the week the chore is supposed to be done in, and then check it off when it's done. This way I don't have to write out several times.

I sorted it by things I do just as a one off this month or on a monthly basis, on a bi-weekly basis and by a weekly basis. This sorting method I saw on Pin Interest and thought it was a great idea.

[munchymunchy]

appetittie is officially baCK BABEY