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danpuff-ao3 · 1 month ago

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2024 in review - recs & fics & more

Thanks for the tag @sitp-recs!

I started the year strong with a few rec lists, though I didn't do nearly as many as I have in years past. Still, I made 2 Snarry rec lists (Jealous Snape & Bottom Snape) and one non-snarry list (Valentine's themed).

Okay maybe I lied in that last one because I did have 2 big rec projects for this year: fest themed rec lists. I made a Top 5 list for every year of Snarry-a-Thon and Snarry AUctober Fest. I plan to add to them each year, and I'd also like to make similar lists for other fests, but we shall see!

I finally finished and posted Good Daddy, an addition to the Yes, Daddy series I've been talking about for years. (In fact my first podcast interview was with Snape Chat back in July 2021 and I'm pretty sure I mentioned it at the end of that episode...yikes!)

I continued my tradition of once a year posting on smile with sweet surprise, and one of the chapters I've been most excited for. Which means I get to wrap up the fic for good in 2025!

I ran HP Chan Fest again this year, and even participated with a fic called The Forbidden Fruit (part of the same 'verse as the prior year's The Virgin Bride).

Continued posting on 2 WIPs: Wasted for Love and Sugar, Honey.

I took a fandom break over summer which was helpful, and probably something I'll need to do in the future, as well. I hid all of my works and stepped away from socials. I get so in my head sometimes, and question my place in fandom, so it helps to take a breather and give myself some grace.

I ventured into the world of Snarriet, with help from my dear friend @loneamaryllis and her rec lists. I've inhaled a ton of @spicedlantern's fics because of it. This new step has given me a greater appreciation for my OTP in ways I didn't think possible, and now I have so many extra feelings about Snarry as a whole.

Because of my new love of Snarriet, I played around more with genderbending in my own writing. I wrote my own Snarriet fic called The Whispers in Your Eyes (which I love and am super proud of), a current Snarriet WIP called Hopes of the Heart (which I'm excited to continue next year), a fem!Snape fic called The First Date (which was a lot of fun and I really need to find more fem!Snape fics out there...)

PLUS a femslash Snarry fic (which I first did years ago with Take Heed, Dear Heart) called She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not for Snarry AUctober Fest. I've so wanted to participate in AUctober Fest for a while, so it's funny that when I finally did it was pretty much on a whim last minute.

(Funny story, the fic was inspired by an episode of Worst Roommate Ever and my muse took OVER) (In the episode, this lady was slowly poisoned and made sick by her so-called BFF, which inspired the "what if people were made sick by Hanahaki?)

(Oh also I edited Take Heed, Dear Heart to change Harry's name from Holly to Harriet, to fit my current preferences). (I think I also changed Hermione's name from Hercule to Herman?) (Not that anyone cares but still.)

I finished another fic that's been knocking around in my head for years: The Enemy's Bed. I've had the opening few paragraphs done for a while, but I was only able to finally make headway this year for Kinktober.

Speaking of, I also finished 2 other fics that I've had in mind for a while, these 2 part of the Love, Your Enemy series (also affectionately known as Contempt-verse). The first was Spellbound, which takes place in the immediate aftermath of Contempt. The other is Snowfall, a Christmas ficlet (first envisioned last year when I wrote the Valentine's Day ficlet, Lovestruck).

I've also been running @hprecfest with dear @coconutice22 and even participating in it myself here.

Fandom aside, I've also made strides in my personal life, between getting my home in order and also taking care of my health. I took a 2 week break from work, which was much needed. And I'll continue to prioritize myself and my wellbeing into the new year. With luck, that will benefit my fandom life, but if not...at least I'll be focused on what matters most.

Oh also I've been reading actual books for the first time in a while this year. I started off with some trashy romantacy books (which I love and are great), and now am in the middle of the Super Powereds books (for anyone interested).

Tagging whoever wants to play!

#year in review #2024 in review #danpuff 2024

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dime-a-time11916 · 6 months ago

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About Me ;)

I’m Dime.

I like Raccoons 🦝

They/Them

Queer Platonic partner: @fyrebendyr

Likes

Cooking and Baking

Cosplay

Art, Photography, Animation, etc.

Gymnastics

Watching emotionally traumatizing media to feel something

Music

70’s and 80’s (Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners and Chiquitita by ABBA)

Movie soundtracks (Interstellar by Hans Zimmer and La La Land by Justin Hurwitz)

Pure chaos (Two Trucks by Lemon Demon and A Look In by Kwite)

Vent? (Trauma and Remember This by NF )

Orchestral (Experience by Ludovico Einaudi)

Liminal (Snowfall by Øneheart)

The brainrot

Actor of my hyper fixation: Dylan O’Brien

Shows and Movies

X-men 97 (Marvel)

Teen Wolf (MTV)

Daredevil (Marvel)

The punisher (Marvel)

ROTTMNT (Nickelodeon)

Community (nbc)

Maze Runner (James Dashner)

Lego Batman (DC)

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower (Stephen Chbosky)

Core Characters of my obsession

Jason Todd/Red Hood (DC)

Dick Grayson/Nightwing (DC)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (X-Men)

Logan/Wolverine (X-Men)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Marvel)

Donatello (ROTTMNT)

Stiles Stilinski(Teen Wolf)

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (TASM)

Troy and Abed (Community)

Grian (Hermitcraft)

Eddie/Venom (Marvel)

Games

Life Is Strange

Stardew valley

Minecraft

Class of ‘09

Fnaf

Horror

The oldest view and backrooms (Kane Pixels)

Liminal spaces

Wendigoon (YouTuber )

Creepcast (Podcast)

Mandela catalogs (Alex Kister)

Analog horror

Generation Loss (Ranboo)

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sunnydaleherald · 2 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday, December 23 & Tuesday, December 24

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

there's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet (Angel/Cordelia, T) by eagle_eyes

Our love is madness (Buffy/Spike, M) by LinaInEden

I'm Pine-ing For You (Buffy/Spike, E) by TheAcidQueen

Merry Christmas, Angel (Buffy/Angel, G) by crowncitydreams

"Christmas Is All Around" (Buffy/Faith, G) by Cumultus9

Interesting (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by honeygirl51885

A Cold Winter's Bite (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by the_big_bad

As You Were, You Will Again (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by MillennialCryBaby

Your Friend, Will (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by EnchantedWillow

Silent Night (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Buffy's First Christmas (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

Spiralizer (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Girlytek

The Threefold Law (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Girlytek

[Chaptered Fiction]

Rewind Love Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Blade Redwind

Unbroken Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Blade Redwind

Snowfall and Second Chances Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by acb6293

2000 Miles Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, R) by VioletMoon

Gargoyle Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

Way out Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by simmony

Faith's Tasty Treat Chapter 1 (Xander/Faith, E) by FluffyLordoftheDead12

Slayer in Chief Chapter 2 (Buffy/Faith, E) by storiwr

[Images, Audio & Video]

PODCAST : Episode 132: Entropy by mythtakenbtvs

PODCAST : Episode 54 - An Immature Blueberry Scone (The Prom) by thesunnydalediaries

[Fandom Discussions]

Did Spuffy help Buffy's Depression? by Miss Muffet

Did Angel leaving make BTVS a better or worse show? by Buffy Summers

Buffy commercial by NefariousLlamas

Why does no one talk about Giles in season 7 by Fxcking_goth_bitch

I hate all her ‘friends’ by Vast_Zebra_9625

Am I the only one who hates Angel? by Tight-Target-2065

The Buffy Christmas Episode Always Makes Me Cry: Season 3 Episode 10 AMENDS by kipcarson37

I was remembering when I wrote how I think the finale should go… by BrianTheReckless

“Get It Done” by Pitiful-Talk-7798

Slayer Strength by Pitiful-Talk-7798

The drug in Eternity (Angel S1 E17) by Medium-Pundit

Empty Places was Almost Great by Nostromo87

Is there an episode that triggers you too much to watch? by FruitPristine1605

Do you think Spike ever told Buffy about having sex with Angelus back in the day? by yeahitsme9

Romances like spike and buffy? by FrogiKei

Those are the characters I cannot see others actors play by Cailly_Brard7

Angel is the superior show? by East_Mushroom683

Wouldn't it have been better ? by FoxIndependent4310

so….where’s Buffy’s dad? by thunpnz

Charisma asking fans if they would be interested in a rewatch podcast!!! by authenticriver

Does "City Of" still hold up as a good series premier for ANGEL? by JB92103

What "controversial take" annoys you? by SafiraAshai

1 Thing you love about a Character you hate?! by Alioquin

The Trio are the dark versions of the Scooby gang (Season 6 spoilers) by nachoquest

So much Angel hate and Spike love by Ziggy_Stardust1986

Finding spike much more sympathetic in the rewatch by mother-of-trouble

Submit a link to be included in the newsletter!

#buffy #btvs #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #ats #angel #angel the series

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abbyholdwrites · 1 month ago

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Love on Earth, Ep 1.

Hi! This is a little something i’ve been working on recently, idk whether or not to continue it but i like it so far.

also my first post on here. I’m hoping sending my stuff out into the aether will inspire me to write more. we’ll see ig

anyway this is 3836 words written as podcast transcript!

hope you enjoy :)))))

The following is a transcript of the Love on Earth podcast, directed by Marcus Klien and hosted by Jane Rudolph. In this episode, Rudolph interviews two “star-crossed” lovers from New York, now in their old age, on how their lives intertwined.

“Let's start with when you first met her.”

“I’d met her for the first time on the 3rd of December, 1962, shuffling down a quiet sidewalk in Manhattan as dark clouds, promising to bring intense flurries, loomed overhead. She had been bundled in an easter yellow trench coat, with a matching hat, and white silk gloves. Her stockings, originally white, had been splattered with gray and brown from the icy sludge on the sidewalks. She walked faster as the clouds moved to block the sun, covering the streets in blue darkness. I love watching storms from my apartment window. There's something so relaxing about it, knowing that outside was dangerous but that I’m safe inside. I’ve loved it since I was a little boy. So, as flurries began to fall from the sky, and my building began to sway in the wind, I watched the woman huddle at a bus stop. The streets were empty, and the buses had stopped running in preparation for the storm. The paper had been warning of this great blizzard since last week, how could someone be so stupid? But as the snowfall became heavier and heavier, the woman didn't leave her spot. I realized that she’d freeze to death if she stayed out there much longer, so I grabbed my coat and scarf from my coat hanger. I remember how I ran down those stairs. Hell, I probably started skipping steps, but I didn't want to risk this woman in yellow losing her fingers. I don't really remember crossing the street to get to her, it was just a white snowy blur, but I do remember following the vibrant yellow of her jacket, like a beacon calling out to me. When I reached her, it was like time had gone into slow motion. She looked up at me with crystal blue eyes, lips, and cheeks bright red from the chill, making her freckles pop out. Red hair was neatly bobbed around her shoulders as her lips parted. I knew then that she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever see.”

“What happened that night?”

“Oh, why it was so long ago that the memories are now a bit foggy, but I remember bringing her up to that little apartment. At the time I was in my 3rd year of college, so it was the cheapest apartment I could find without needing a roommate. See as a youngster I had quite a bit of… Uhhh what do you call it today… oh yes, social anxiety. People just made me nervous, you know? Of course, it's not like this stopped me from having friends or going out, I just… liked my space. But because of this, I only had a studio apartment. So, as we got inside, I realized that I had forgotten to introduce myself. I told her my name, and she gave me the strangest look as she said ‘Isn't that a girl's name?’ and I was taken aback because… Charlie? A girl's name? I mean I know some girls these days are named Charlie but back then… Well, I'd never met a woman named Charlie. But I was so nervous that I just… Nodded. She was the last person I introduced myself to as Charlie. From then on I started going by Charles, I didn't need people thinking I was girly. She introduced herself as Millicent as she looked around the house. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a gust of wind shook the rickety window. She snapped her head towards the noise and walked towards the window. It was then that I realized I had forgotten to ask her to take her shoes off as she tracked filth across my floor, and onto my rug, as she looked out to the streets below. My pals all just… knew to take off their shoes, so I didn't know how to tell someone to take them off, or if it was even polite too. So instead, I watched her ground even more dirt into my shag carpet. Her face reflected off the glass, brows furrowed. She then turned to me and asked if I had a radio. I nodded, taking off my shoes as I walked to my kitchen to grab my little radio. As I set it on my coffee table, Millie was taking off her shoes. I asked her what to tune it to, and she said, ‘Whatever will tell me what's going on with this storm.’ so I did, KWO35 I believe it was. And so we sat and listened.

The man on the radio said that the storm was predicted to last the next four days, with little letting up. The governor put a shelter-in-place order and closed all public transportation until the storm let up. I asked her how far she lived, and she said farther than she could walk. She then asked me if there were any hotels nearby as she gathered her hat and bag. I looked at the clock, and back at her, telling her the nearest hotel was a good 15-minute walk, and that it was very late and very cold. Looking back now, I'm sure that was one of the coldest weeks in New York's history. She dipped her head, looking at her feet, before looking back at me, beautiful blue eyes boring into me. Oh, how lovely her eyes were. They sparkled in any speck of light. So full of innocence and love… but regardless, I told her that she should just stay at my apartment until the bus lines were back up. Her face flushed. ‘I don't know if that’s a good idea…’ she mumbled to me. I was speechless. Once again I was just some dorky college kid, I wasn't really good with girls. Let alone pretty ones looking all soft and sweet in my apartment, you know? But, I tried my best to make her feel comfortable. I told her that I'd sleep on the couch so she could take my bed. She refused, saying she’d just walk to the hotel. She made her way towards the door, grabbing her hat off the hat hanger, and buckling her shoes. I looked outside, to the snow furiously dropping, and then back to her. She would have died if she had tried to walk to that hotel. I knew that, she should have known that. I lunged and grabbed her hand as she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. I was… panicked, to say the least. I didn’t mean to scare her, honest. I just didn't want a pretty girl getting hurt. But, I let her go. She grabbed her coat and walked out the door. I stood there and listened as the clicks of her heels echoed down the hallway. I don't really remember what happened after that, but I do remember that about 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. At that point, I was in just a robe, since I was getting ready for bed. I looked through the peephole, only to see Millicent standing there again, face red and hair dusted with melted snowflakes. I fumbled with the lock and threw the door open. Her shoes were brown and muddied, her stockings damp, and her makeup smudged.

“I couldn’t make it to the hotel…” she said, wiping her hands on her coat. I smiled and opened the door, stepping aside to let her in. The poor thing was shivering as she took off her shoes and stockings. She left them in a pile by the door as I went to grab her some warm water. When I returned, she had my ratty throw blanket huddled around her. I took it from her as I handed her the water. She looked at me confused as I walked to my room. I grabbed my best blanket from my bed, replacing it with the other one. I brought the new blanket back to her and I wrapped it around her shivering form. I gently took the hat off her head and hung it on the hat hanger. That night, she fell asleep on my couch while I was in the shower. I took the liberty of moving her to my bed, and I slept on the couch.”

“That's quite sweet, how long was she at your house for?”

“She was there for two nights. We were trapped inside because of the storm, and it just refused to let up. I had assumed that after the blizzard had stopped she would have gone to the hotel, but I was pleasantly surprised when she didn't bring it up. I cooked for us while she sat on the couch sketching the most beautiful couture pieces. So talented. She continued to take the bed, much to her annoyance. She didn't want to ‘intrude’ on me. Of course, I was more than happy to have her company. I'm typically a loner, but… oh how I adored having her with me. Those dinners I had with her, the conversations… ah it was lovely. But regardless. All things good need to come to an end, and soon, the radio announced the opening of bus lines, and she was on her way.

“So when did you first meet him?”

“The first time? Well the first time I had met Charlie, I'd been working my job as a waitress down at Barnaby’s. I'd been in high school working that job to make some spare change. Movie money you know? It paid ok, and people tipped well. He was seated in my section during the summer of… 59’ I believe, and I don't remember much, but what I do remember is that he called me Bear. Now at the time, I was very confused, but I later learned from him that he didn't mean it as in the animal, he meant it as in the berry. Like strawberries. Oh yes of course I had been called strawberry before, what ginger hasn't, but, Bear… that was new.

But you're asking about The Blizzard of 62’ right? Yes, yes, of course. I swear I'll never hear the end of it. It was my sophomore year of college, I was working to get my degree in fashion design. I'd recently been lucky enough to get an internship at Stein & Brickley, a very popular fashion label at the time. I don't believe they're still around. Such a shame. But still, I had been on my way home from my first day of work. They had kept me later than I was supposed to be there, on account of the blizzard, but I assumed that I'd be able to make it to the bus stop before they stopped for the night. Unfortunately, around halfway to the bus stop, I realized that I had left my keys at the studio. So, I ran back. In the process, I ruined my tights. Such a shame too, they were a gift from my mother. But regardless, I grabbed the keys and then went back to the bus stop. But as I was speeding there, I felt a gust of wind hit my back. I looked at the sky behind me, and it felt like the heavens were closing in on me. It's probably one of the scariest things I've ever seen to this day. So I began running, but unfortunately, my work heels didn't allow me to run very fast. Soon snow began to fall around me, and as I reached the bus stop, it was an all-out blizzard. I looked at the clock inside the stop, then looked outside. not a headlight to be seen, the streets of new york, for the first time in my life, were empty. I've never seen them that empty since. I felt like a fool. I'd known of the storm, but I didn't have the confidence to tell them I needed to leave so I didn't miss the bus. So there I sat as the sun set and the temperature dropped. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized, “Oh dear, I'll be stuck here all night.” It's not like I could walk at the time either, my apartment was in Queens.

Then, I saw a figure in the shadows of the blizzard. He looked like a mirage, a ghost. Ha, at the time, I had assumed that death had finally come to take me. But no, instead I was met by the kindest brown eyes I had ever seen. Sure, he looked like a complete fashion catastrophe with his striped scarf and his red coat, all over green plaid night pants, but I really didn't care much about the fashion sense of my hero as much as I cared about getting out of there. He reached his hand towards me, and I took it in mine, and through my satin glove, I could feel the warmth of his hand. He smiled at me, and I knew that I had come across the kindest man I'd ever meet.”

“And then what happened?”

“Well, he brought me into his apartment. It was much nicer than my place, and we stood in a beat of silence before he introduced himself, and, oh my brain must have been frozen because I heard him say Molly! And so of course I was like, “Molly? Isn't that a girl's name?” He looked a bit miffed, his cheeks puffing out, but honestly I found it a bit endearing. Regardless, the howling wind drew me towards the window, and as I looked out, in the reflection of the glass I could see Charlie looking at me. It was then I realized that I was in a man's apartment, no, a stranger's apartment with no way out in the middle of a storm… completely trapped. Not only that, I didn't know how long I'd be stuck there. My mother always told me to be careful around men, and when alone with one always keep the door open. I was also instructed to never anger them or seduce them, as that is when they get the most dangerous. I turned to him and asked if he had a radio, while also scanning his body for danger. It was then I noticed that he had his shoes off and that I had tracked sludge across his floor. So as he went to grab his radio, I quickly slipped my shoes off and sat on the couch. He asked me what to tune it to, and I kept my head down and told him that anything that had the weather would work. The radio hissed and buzzed as he cranked the little dial. It cut in and out, but I was able to grasp “Blizzard of the Century” and “3 Nights.” “doozy for the bus lines.” My heart sank as I looked back outside to the gusting winds. The last place I wanted to be was stuck in a stranger's apartment for a weekend, so I cycled through my options. Busses? Closed. Taxis? Not in service and if they were they'd be insanely expensive. Obviously, I couldn’t have walked home. Book a hotel? Well, actually that would work, but at the time I didn't know what hotels were nearby. So I asked, and he seemed rather against letting me leave his apartment, which made me nervous. Had I walked into a serial killer's house without realizing it? So I insisted, and finally, he told me that the nearest hotel, The Marley, was 15 minutes away, and then he repeated that I wouldn't be able to make it. I scoffed because, of course, he would say that if he was trying to kidnap me. So out the door, I went into the cold. Unfortunately, I had… miscalculated how cold it truly was. Now have you ever been outside in a blizzard?”

“No, I haven't.”

“Oh then let me explain. Blizzards aren't just snow, they're also ice and strong wind. And in New York, the wind is cut into channels by the buildings, making it even worse. So when you combine snow, which is ultimately solid water, and sometimes hail with wind… well it basically throws projectiles at your face. It felt like my skin was being sliced up by the snow. Worse, the wind was blowing towards me, so I was fighting with icy ground, the wind, and the biting snow. I made it five minutes out before looking down and seeing my shoes browned with sludge. At that point, I looked ahead, seeing no sign of a hotel, and decided to eat my pride and turn around before I turned into a popsicle. So I trudged back to Charlie's place. The elevator man recognized me from earlier and let me up. I sighed and knocked on Charlie's door. I heard shuffling, and then rattling as the door unlocked, revealing Charlie in a white fluffy robe. I held back a laugh as he gestured for me to come in. “I couldn't make it to the hotel,” I mumbled, taking off my shoes. Shivering, I sat on the couch, waiting to be lambasted for my stupidity. Instead, he left the room. I took a worn blanket from the couch and wrapped it around myself to stop the shivering as he returned with a cup of warm water. He looked at me for a second and took the blanket from my shoulders before disappearing into his room. He then returned with a softer blanket and laid it over my shoulders. I stayed there for the next few days, and my goodness was it fun. It was so nice having a company like that. We ate together, played games, listened to the radio, and I got a bunch of work done. Yes yes… it was so fun that I actually found myself upset when the bus lines opened up and I had to go home. I know! I was so against staying there, but then when it was time to leave I got all upset. But, I left regardless.

“So what happened once you left?”

“Well, getting back to my apartment was nice. Although my lights were on the whole time I was gone, so my electricity bill was… astronomical. But after that, I went back to my daily routine. I mean what else was there to do. In the grand scheme of things, that blizzard, those few days, were only a brief period of my life. Regardless, I got back to buisness, working my internship. Of course, my bus stop was still directly across the street in front of his apartment, so sometimes I saw him in his window, silhouetted against the yellow of his house lights. On occasion, I could catch him walking into his building. I’d wave to him, and he’d wave back, and that was the extent of our interactions. As for my internship, as I mentioned earlier, Stein & Brickley was incredibly popular at the time. They were known for their matching sets. Jackets with matching hats, shoes, gloves, and bags. Today, they're incredibly popular to buy as “vintage” pieces. Oh how strange that is, to think that clothes I may have helped design are considered “vintage.” Now, as wonderful as the clothing itself was, it was… not the best working environment. Now all fields are competitive in some way, but creative fields like design are very… dog eat dog. There are so many people who want to go into fashion or design or art, and these companies know that, so they can pick and choose from a wide pool of people with similar skill sets. Then they can figure out who will work for the least money, or who's willing to never take any vacation days. I got my internship through my professor, and I was barely getting paid, so I knew that I had to work my tush off to make sure I was constantly putting out good designs. And of course, this is without mentioning my boss. Mrs. Debfort, the lead designer of the brand. Oh, she was a spitfire. Looking back, I really admire that she had such… a strong personality at a time when soft femininity was valued. In a world full of butterflies, she was a hornet. But, that's how she climbed her way to the top. For a while, I was simply an errand runner, rushing all over the city to pick up fabric samples, coffee, lunches, or contracts. I expected to be designing pieces off the bat, not doing the jobs of an errand boy. But, regardless of my concerns, I was encouraged by my professor.

“Everyone starts out doing coffee runs, it's normal!” he said.

And maybe he was right. But I felt so stuck. What is the point of an internship if it isn't to get practice, learn about the industry, and make connections? It seemed like the only people I was connecting with were workers at the nearby coffee shop. But of course, I couldn't quit. I mean it was an amazing opportunity… Well, and I got a great employee discount. I worked in that job for a year and a half without promotion, and my god if that wasn't the most exhausting year of my life. Mostly because I was trapped within my own role. After that long as an errand girl, I once again went back to my professor and asked him if this was normal, and once again I waved off. Oh, it made me so mad. I could barely afford to exist in the city, and I was already in a crappy apartment, so I told my professor that, and I was told that I needed to be patient. But I couldn't anymore. So, I realized there was one thing I had to do. I gave that job another 6 months. 6 months to get a promotion to doing actual relevant work, or else I'd quit. My professor called me in one day near the end of the 6 months and informed me that his contact at the company had noticed that I'd been slowing down. I told him about my plan to quit, and his face flushed as he scolded me. It was the longest 5 minutes of my life. I was told that I would never make it in the industry. I was devastated, and walking out of that office I began to sob. But I was stubborn. I still am, and I decided, “Hey, these people don't know me, they don't know my skill, I can make it on my own '' and so a month before my 6 months was up, I quit. I was so scared at the time, but I wouldn’t change a thing. What quitting that job did for me was priceless.”

thats all i have for now… if you read this far i love you and also what’s your favorite color <333

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the-offside-rule · 1 year ago

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Anthony Gordon (Newcastle FC) - Freezin'

Day 19 of Christmas

In the heart of Newcastle, Anthony Gordon and his girlfriend Y/n walked through the snow-covered streets, the city newly covered in twinkling Christmas lights. Y/n, ever the optimist, insisted she didn't need gloves while they decided to go for their morning stroll, claiming immunity to the cold, but as they ventured further, her hands betrayed her, succumbing to the winter chill. She shivered slightly, catching the attention of Anthony, who was holding the lead for their dog right next to her.

"I told you, love, you should've worn gloves," Anthony grumbled, his breath visible in the frosty air. Y/n smiled in return. "I don't feel the cold, remember?" Anthony nodded, knowing fine rightly it was the sense of pride mainly getting her through the cold, however, as they meandered through the snowy cityscape, her laughter turned to a subtle shiver. Anthony, despite his grumpy exterior, couldn't bear to see her discomfort. He looked around and spotted a small coffee stall and nudged her. "Come on. Let's get you a tea."

They huddled close, steam from their cups mingling with the wintry air. Y/n's hands sought warmth in the paper cup she wrapped her hands around, but everywhere else was still very cold. Sensing her need, Anthony unzipped his abnormally large coat and opened it wide, enveloping her in a makeshift cocoon. "You and your 'no cold' nonsense," he teased, though a soft smile betrayed his true feelings. "In fairness, I didn't expect it to be this cold, love." She retorted, sipping her drink.

As they continued sitting in the coat together, a fan, recognizing the couple, discreetly captured the heartwarming scene. The innocent and pure photo circulated online, capturing the essence of their love amid the festive backdrop.

"You ever think I have no self preservation thoughts?" Y/n asked. Anthony's eyes darted to the side, almost as to say 'mmh, you don't say'. Y/n noticed and giggled. "That's my answer." Anthony laughed along. "I think that's where I come in as the Knight in shining armour, isn't it?" He smiled.

Later that evening, back in the warmth of their home, Y/n scrolled aimlessly through instagram while Anthony decided to shower and through on a podcast. As Y/n lay in a blanket in the living room, she sstumbled upon the viral photo and grinned. He looked like such a softy. Anthony shortly came downstairs with his hair still wet but now in a warm set of clothes. "Oh, by the way, before I forget." Y/n began, taking out her phone and opening instagram. "Look at this." She smiled, holding up her phone. Anthony's face turned a shade of crimson. "Bloody hell, didn't think anyone was watching."

"And would you had done it if someone was?" She asked. "Nah, would've let you freeze." He joked. Y/n wrapped her arms around him. "It's adorable! We look so in love." Anthony, still slightly embarrassed, mumbled something under his breath, before Y/n asked him to repeat himself a bit louder. "It's just the cold making us do weird things."

But Y/n disagreed, "No, it's genuine. People love it because it's real." He looked over to her with a lazy smile on his face. "You're awfully optimistic." He said. "Yeah, but that's where you come in. Knight in shining armour, remember?" He looked between her eyes and felt pure content in himself. "What are people saying about us, anyway?" Anthony asked. "Well, they're so cute! Like look here!"

As they scrolled through the comments, Anthony's frown softened. Y/n was right – amidst the snowfall and the unexpected warmth of a shared coat, they found a simple, genuine connection that resonated with others. And in that moment, their own little Christmas tale became a cherished memory for many.

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nancypullen · 6 months ago

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Well, Hey There!

Gosh, I let the last few days get away from me and this poor ol' blog paid the price. I don't even have anything exciting to report, I've just been puttering - a bit in the yard, a bit in the house, even did a little Xmas shopping, but mostly a whole lot of nothing.

A decision was made that we would not be joining the Y, so I'm trying to discipline myself into at least a 30 minute dance workout every day. Let's just say I'm not very disciplined. There's a treadmill in the garage that works perfectly fine and I really don't mind turning on some music or a podcast and killing 30 minutes on it. Unfortunately I can always find something else that I want to do more - like reading, painting, watching a murder show, writing limericks, picking fuzz out of my navel, watching clouds, naming birds at the birdfeeder...see? Busy, busy. Speaking of that treadmill, until recently it was blocked by that desk/hutch combo that I bought at an auction for 7 dollars.

I finally painted it and got it moved into my craft room!

I'm still organizing it and will probably switch the items on the shelves until I'm satisfied. I'll move that basket out from under the desk too. I suppose it's the lighting, but the handles and knobs really do match. Know what my favorite bit is?

The bottles.

Those are just old Starbucks bottles. I painted the lids with the same paint I used on the desk and then sorted my buttons into them. I need a couple more for black and brown, so I have to keep drinking.

I'm tickled with the extra storage (the drawers are so tidy!) and I love it when organization can be pretty.

The drawers have glues, scissors, blank cards & envelopes, cardstock for printing my dead people, etc. The shelves hold everything else I use for my silly cards.

My paper is sorted in those clear bins on the right - I only bought four, so it's sorted into florals, patterns, holidays, and "special" stuff like maps, sheet music, and that sort of thing. I didn't have to buy anything else, the baskets and stuff were hanging around the house waiting for a job to do. The wooden crate holding markers, colored pencils, and paint pens was gifted to me from Tyler & Jamie's wedding.

Remember that Goodwill print that I was turning into a witchy picture? I finally stopped dabbling with it and put it back in the frame. First I painted the frame black, and because I ruined the original mat (oops) I had to fish around and find one that would work. Nothing I had on hand fit the print and I wasn't about to buy a new mat, so I edged the print with gingham and lace (my answer for everything) and slapped it in the frame.

Poor photography skills, but you get the idea. What was once a prim and proper street scene is now giving Halloween vibes. now it can go into the back of a closet with the rest of them. Why do I do this?? I should take them all and donate them back to Goodwill and let them find homes. I'm home alone. For the last two days Mickey has been out day and night snapping photos of Summerfest, Denton's big bash marking the end of summer. I hope Mother Nature sees it and turns the heat down. It's been drizzling on and off today, so I'm sure everything is steamy. No, thank you. Hard pass. There will be a handful of vendors selling stuff I don't need, no decent food or food trucks, a decent selection of bands playing at different times and on different stages, a great area for kids with slides and bouncy houses, and at the end of the night, fireworks. I may go sit on the front porch later and take a peek at the fireworks. I was spoiled by attending the Wilson County Fair every August , that was always the official goodbye to summer for us, even though the weather didn't break until a month later. Annnd speaking of weather, I saw that The Old Farmers' Almanac issued their winter forecast. I was disappointed.

We're up there under "Mild,Wet". Every year I cross my fingers for "Cold, Above Average Snowfall" and it never happens. Thanks to Climate Change I think it's going to become rare if not extinct.

Oh well, I need to tidy up a bit and then choose a movie to watch with the girls. This is who I mean by "the girls."

They keep begging for the BBC version of Jane Austen's Persuasion, so it looks like tonight is the night. I'll try to think of something more interesting to write about tomorrow. The rest of the week may be a wash. We're getting the grandgirl on Monday and returning her Thursday, so I'll be busy and tired. It's her last week before school starts so there needs to be some fun. She's had a great summer, vacation and camps, but we'll have some Grancy-style fun. Look at these cute sprinkles I picked up for back-to-school cupcakes. Perfect for a first grader!

I'll have to see if there's a movie playing that she might be interested in, and I'll bet she'd like to go on a treasure hunt in Target with me. The rest of the time it will be Barbies, pool, books, and probably some arts and crafts. The only things that she requested I add to the grocery list (I asked) are apples, pretzels, and pizza Lunchables. I have a feeling her parents may want me to get some veggies and good protein into her. Grandpa sees nothing wrong with that list. If I turn my back he'll have her at the 7-11 getting a blue Icee right before dinner. Anywayyyy, I'm rambling. I'll wrap this up by saying that I hope your Saturday evening is a delight. If that means running wild with friends or being in your jammies by sundown, I hope you love every minute of it. Sending out loads of love tonight. Take what you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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