#canvas backpack purse

[tj-crochets]

Sorry if this is a bit out of left field since we’re moved on to the deciding the pattern part of the birthday quest, but I was curious if you had any patterns in mind for a messenger bag in the event that it won? I’ve always wanted a nice one, but I never thought of making one myself until I saw it in your poll

Hey! It's not out of left field at all, I love talking about patterns! I don't have a pattern for one yet, but I will be either sharing a link to one or just drafting one myself in the short-to-medium term, because I want to make my nieces some messenger bags for rock collecting. It'll depend on if I find a pattern I like or if I find my old denim messenger bag I drew all over that I think is still in my closet somewhere? I loved that thing, it's my personal default of what I think a messenger bag looks like

[supercantaloupe]

would you consider yourself a tote bag person? first thing that came to mind (i got another free tote bag today)

fuck yes i love having a Bag. i am so prepared in every situation because i carry 29497 items with me at all times

[martapp]

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[mekyrdesign]

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[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Best Thing That's Ever Been Mine (Eddie Munson)

A/N: Hello everyone! I am back after my *checks watch* year and some change impromptu hiatus. I am back a ready to be writing for our boys again! I hope you enjoy, and let me know any feedback that you have! If you feel up to it send me a request and I will do my best to give it justice!

Summary: Based off the song by Taylor Swift, Mine

Word Count: 2596

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It was a bright and cold afternoon in Indianapolis. You walked down the sidewalk as the cars drove by and people worked on the sidewalk. You went around the corner, you could see the sign of your favorite place to hang out and decompress.

As you walked in you could hear the jingle of the bell that was above the door. You looked around the little cafe and luckily your so-called “spot” was still open. You called it your spot because it was your favorite place to sit whenever you were there. If it was taken you would just sit somewhere. It was in the corner but surrounded by windows so you could look up and just look outside if you needed or wanted to.

You took off your heavy backpack and canvas purse as you sat down in the booth, tucking one leg up under your butt, leaving the other hanging. You looked at the menu even though you knew exactly what you were going to get. But who knows, you might get the courage to try something different? Like you might get the courage to actually ask out the cute waiter that works here and talks to you every time that you are here.

You looked around to see if you could see your favorite waiter, when you spot him, talking to the cooks through the window. He had a smile on his face and his long hair was in a low ponytail. When he started to look over toward you, you looked down at your textbook quickly.

As you were pretending to read a passage from your World Literature textbook, you heard the familiar rattling of chains coming toward you and then stop at your table. You looked up from the book and saw the waiter that you were just not-so-subtly ogling just a few seconds ago.

"Hey there sweetheart, long time no see," he said teasingly. You smiled and tried to keep yourself from blushing, "Hey Eddie."

"How's your day been?" he asked, leaning on the booth in front of you. You get a better look at him; he was was wearing black jeans with a chain, a band t-shirt, and white sneakers.

"Pretty good. I finished with all of my classes for the day, so I had to make my daily pit stop to see my favorite waiter...a-and get my favorite hot chocolate," you stuttered out the last part hoping the he didn't hear you call him your favorite waiter.

You watched as his smile got bigger.

Shit.

He totally heard.

"I'm your favorite waiter? Aw sweetheart! What are you trying to get? Free sandwiches? Because you know flattery always works on me," he smiled, gesturing wildly. You could hold back this blush so you hid your face, pretending to look for something in your backpack.

"Alright, alright. What can mechanic Eddie do for you at your pitstop?" he said, pulling out his notepad from his back pocket and a pen that you didn't notice was behind his ear.

"Can I get a hot chocolate...and a blueberry bagel, please?" you asked.

"Oo, adding something new to your order," he smiled and then added in a medieval announcer voice, "anything for you m'lady. I'll be right back with your feast."

He bowed, almost bumping into another table as he backed away, looking at you. You giggled as you watched him.

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An hour later, you were munching on the second half of your bagel. You were just reading your book that you didn't realize you had eaten all of your bagel. But someone noticed because another one was put in your line of sight. You looked up and saw Eddie with a smile on his face.

"A hardworking brain needs brain fuel," he told you. He pulled another one out from behind his back.

"I don't think I can eat three, Eddie!"

He chuckled, "This one is mine, if you don't mine me sitting here with you?"

You looked at him. Was he really asking to sit with you?

While you were thinking how you were worthy of his presence, he was standing there awkwardly, it was only when he cleared his throat and asked, "So, what's the verdict?"

You came back from your internal conflict and answered, "Yes! Of course! You can sit here."

"Whew, you had me sweating for a second," he stated as he sat down across from you, "I was afraid that you might tell me you were waiting for someone to show up."

You smiled, "Nope, just me. Well you and me now."

He grinned, "Good."

You both sat there in a comfortable silence for a minute, until you, curious, asked, "So, I was wondering. I see you around on campus and you work here. Are you from here?"

"I'm from a small town. Like five hours from here. I hated it there. The only reason I'm near the place is because of my friends that made it bearable. I left and I didn't look back. Well for a few months I didn't. But then my best friend called me asking for my help for writing a DND campaign. Then my uncle got into an accident so I had to stay with him for a while. But anyway..."

You smiled, "Do you miss it?"

"Hell no!" he stated very quickly. "I do miss my friends and my uncle. But they come and visit me often and I go and see them. But I don't miss living there."

You nodded. Eddie took a bite of his bagel and talked with his mouth full of bagel, "What about you?"

"Me? Well, I'm kind of the same way. But I get homesick more often than I think. I'm from a small town in southern Illinois."

He swallows then said, "Ah! So that's where the accent comes from!"

"Yeah, a little bit of southern comes out sometimes. Anyway, I wanted to get away from the small town scene for a while. But I do miss it. I definitely miss my mama and little brother and my friends."

He sighed dreamily, "That sounds like a dream."

"What are you studying to do?" you asked to change the subject.

"I want to produce music. Music has always been my passion. Not to brag or anything but I was in a band in high school."

"Really! That's awesome!"

"It was totally awesome! And we still play, you'll have to some and see us play. That is it you want to. I'm not forcing you if you don't want to. I know a lot of people aren't into what we play and-" You stopped his rambling, "I would love to come and see you play. Just let know next time you have a gig."

His smile got even bigger if that was possible, "Absolutely!"

"It's a date," you said without thinking. He looked at you, "Well, I was kind of hoping that we could get a date before that."

You looked at him shocked, "Me? Are you askin' me on a date?"

Eddie looked at you shyly, which was out of character for him, "Well, yeah. But if I read the conversation wrong than don't worry about it."

"I would love to go on a date with you," you answered. With a flabbergasted look on his face, "Really?"

"Eddie! Your break was up five minutes ago we need you back on the floor!" someone shouted from the back. He shook his head out of the daze and shouted back, "Okay!"

He looked back to you as he was getting up, "How about Saturday at seven? Meet here?"

You smiled and nodded saying, "I'll be here."

He smiled and then jogged to the back. You smiled to yourself.

You have a date with Eddie.

The only thing that had you hesitating was your fear of falling in love. You looked from your book, biting your lip anxiously, when you spot Eddie dancing with one of the older waitresses through the window and then fist bumping a cook.

You can maybe let yourself fall for this one.

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"Can you believe it?" you ask as your laying on the couch with you head in Eddie's lap. His hand stops playing with your hair as he's trying to figure out what you're talking about.

"Can I believe what?" he asks resuming playing with your hair, now not interested in the TV show that you guys where watching.

"It's been a year since our first date," you answer like it was common knowledge. Then after a few seconds you ask, "Do you remember our first date? We were sittin' by the water at the lake."

You hear him laugh a little, "Yeah, I do. I put my arm around you for the first time. I was so nervous."

You sit up, "Really? I didn't know! You acted like you always do. So calm and confident. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest."

Then you lay back on his lap and bask in each other presence.

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"Piper!" you hear your name as you were sitting on bench, waiting to head to your next class. You look up and saw your friends, Nancy and Robin. You smile as they walk up and sit next to you, "Hey guys what are you guys up to?"

"Haven't seen you in a while, just wanted to catch up with you," Robin says excitedly, basically bouncing on her tiptoes.

"It has been, just wanted to see how you and Eddie are," Nancy says with a smile on her face, holding her excitement back better than Robin.

"Well...it's been a year since Eddie and I started dating. I have a drawer of my things at his place. So I'd saying it's getting pretty serious."

"Ooooooo!" both girls exclaim at the same time.

You laugh, "I know. I never thought that I would meet someone that I want to be so open with."

"He seems super sweet. I'm so glad that you found someone to trust," Nancy said. These girls have known you since you started college, you told them everything.

"He is. He's taken the time to learn all of my secrets and basically figured me out. He listened when I told him about my situation with my parents and stuff like that. He even told me that when we get married - not if, but when - that we'll never make my parents' mistakes."

"Wow! It seems like he really loves you," Robin says with a smile on her face.

"I'm super lucky to have him," you look down at your watch, "I have to go to class. I'll see you guys this weekend?"

"Absolutely!"

"I'll be there."

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"Baby, we need to get groceries soon," you say, crutching into the living room. You recently broke your foot and can't stand long enough to make dinner. So Eddie has been helping you with almost everything. While on top of working extra because you can't work.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do," he says from the couch, looking at papers on the coffee table.

You went back into the kitchen to find something to eat because you didn't want to bother Eddie more than you had to. As you passed the kitchen counter, you saw a couple of pieces of paper, they were bills.

"Baby, have you paid the electric bill yet?" you ask loudly from the kitchen. You hear him sigh, "Not yet. I'll get it tomorrow."

You crutch your way back into the living room, "Did you pay the water bill?"

He sighs, a frustrated, "We've got nothing figured out. We were just fine. But we didn't plan that you would break your foot."

"It's okay, we'll figure it out. We always do," you reassure him.

"How? We don't have enough money to do anything with," he explains seeming to get more stressed. You sit down next to him, "I know it's hard. But we will figure it out even if I have to ask my mom for money."

"You know what I think about every time that it gets hard for us?"

"What's that?"

"I think about our first date that you took me on two years ago. We were sittin' by the water and you put your arm around me for the first time. You've made me so much more happy and free."

He smiles a little, "Yeah, I remember," after a seconds, "I also remember our fifth date, all the city lights on the water while we were swimming in the same lake. I saw you start to believe in love and in every compliment that I told you."

You smile, "We'll make it through this."

Eddie leans over and kissed your lips.

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"What do you mean?" Eddie asks angrily.

"You know what I mean," you answer with your arms crossed over your chest, "we can't afford to buy anything other what we need."

"But we need this!"

"We can't afford it!"

"We could if you didn't go and spend all our money on stuff for your little brother," he huffs.

"First of all, it was his birthday! It was a fucking birthday gift! Second, I used MY money, not OUR money," you raise your voice a little.

"Well since you can afford to spend money on unnecessary things for you family but not us, why don't you just go back to Illinois!" he yells and sit down on the couch, rubbing his face.

You stand there for a second, then walk to the bedroom.

This is it. This is the end of us.

You look at the clock, 2:34 in the morning. Your mom wouldn't be awake, but your brother might.

You pack a bag. Grab your keys, purse, and put on your jacket. You walk out the door.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until the chilly December wind hit your face.

You were in the street almost to your car when you feel a hand grab your arm. You look behind you to see who grabbed you, there stands a panicked Eddie. No jacket, just the T-shirt that he had on when you walked out.

"Why'd you follow me? Had to get the last goodbye in?" you ask looking down at the wet street.

"No, I'm here because I don't want you to go. I know that I said that you should go back home but, you are home. You're my home. And I know that all you've ever known was goodbye. But I want you to get used to me being around all the time. So much that you'd want me to leave you alone, but even then, I won't, because I love you and I can't lose you. I'll never leave you alone," Eddie says in what seems like one breath.

You stood there not sure what to say.

"I remember how we felt sitting by the water," he starts, you look up at him, "and every time I look at you, it's like the first time. I fell in love with a careful, always planning, always two steps ahead woman. She is the best thing that's ever been mine."

You smile and start crying again.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to make you cry. I regret the whole argument. We don't need...I don't even know what the thing was we were arguing about. But I know that I need you."

You lean up and kiss him, right there in the street.

When you broke from the kiss you say, "You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

[deedala]

🌱 w e e k l y 🌼 t a g 🌼 w e d n e s d a y 🌱

thanks for the game this week and the tag @heymacy (my beloved celestialmickey) + @michellemisfit & @energievie & @gallapiech 💖 (also thanks for writing the game last week @spookygingerr i truly intended to do it and it just got away from me😭💖)

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name: deanna

age: noel years old

location: ohioooo (for now!!)

top sheet, yes or no? not for me thanks

how many stuffed animals do you own? ...i have kids so about 200??

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): currently no pets still living but i'll tell you about my last pet who was an orange fluffy cat that i named Keiko after the Yu Yu Hakusho character (back in college when i was a big weeb i loved the work of yoshihiro togashi)

favorite color: mint green

any tattoos? not yet but one day i hope to be cool enough

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): i have a small canvas sack backpack guy

the last movie you watched: uuhhh i think... The Bikeriders?

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? get ready for what

favorite weather: if its summer, cloudy and mild. if its fall/winter, partly cloudy and no wind.

relationship status: i am marriaged up

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip

first fandom: the x-files

how many books have you read this year? fuckin...i dunno. 3? yeah 3...for gallabitches book club✌️(otherwise i'd just be reading fic lmao)

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: "skate number 15 size"

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? i've been vibing with my lil "deanndelion" thing lately so i guess that? i'm happy to just have it as the title of my blog though. i've been using deedala as a username for a long ass time

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and now some tags for some little tagglets if you wanna play!! @mybrainismelted @iansw0rld @creepkinginc @jrooc @lingy910y @suzy-queued @blue-disco-lights @ardent-fox @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @heymrspatel @catgrassplantdad @gallawitchxx @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @loftec @the-rat-wins @spoonfulstar @mmmichyyy @crossmydna @wehangout @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @sam-loves-seb @rereadanon @softmick @mikhailoisbaby @callivich @burninface @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyfacetoughguy @sleepyheadgallavich @transmickey @lee-ow @themarchg1rl @spookygingerr @thepupperino @vintagelacerosette @xninetiestrendx @palepinkgoat

[pinksugarscrub]

Heartstrings

Hobie Brown x fem! black cat! reader

Inspired by a post by @undobutton , I'm sorry I can't link it to the story. It's been so long I can't find it. Thank you again!

Word count: 1,162

Part(s): 1, 2, ???

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Art is a freedom of expression. That’s something that your mother drilled into your head when you were young. Your small fingers littered with paint or covered in clay as you listened to her speech for the umpteenth time.

Before, you hated the constant lessons. English, math, science. All centered around culture and the history of man. It was unbearable until…it wasn’t. Until you saw him. His voice cracking as he sang and his fingers missing every other chord on his borrowed guitar.

That’s when you finally understood what she meant.

Art, is freedom.

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The streets of Camden were always full of life. The back streets anyway. That’s where Norman Osborn’s authority ended.

Kids running around carefree as music played from a scrapped radio. It always brought a smile to your face.

You greeted everyone you passed briefly. Blending in with the crowd easily as you weaved through the many makeshift homes.

To the government you were outcasts. But this, this was home.

You eyed one home in particular. Freedom fighters laughing as they knocked their glasses together.

Pursing your lips as you bite back a smile as soon as you spot him. His wicks give him away instantly. There were too many people around so for now, Hobie would have to wait.

Tearing your gaze away from the tall punk, you came to an alleyway. Narrow enough that you would have to suck in your breath and position your body to the side to even squeeze through. You grinned at the challenge. With a quiet huff you gracefully scaled the building. Your footsteps silent against the concrete. It was exhilarating.

Rolling to a stop you cause the spray paint cans in your backpack clink together. Your expression only brightened as you quickly tore your bag open. The familiar cat eye shaped goggles you adorned along with a black coat and gloves folded neatly inside.

Gingerly you slip the leather on before fixing the metal studded belt around your waist. Of course, you offset the intense color with a pair of jeans and chucks.

Keeping your identity was a priority. Just like that new Spiderman swinging around the city. He was a sight to behold. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him that is.

You shook your head to pull yourself from the cloud of your imagination. It was time to search for the perfect canvas.

You nodded mostly to yourself as you slid a scarf over your nose. Dropping down with a thud onto an abandoned apartment building as you scoured the skyline.

Not noticing the curious gaze on your back.

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You popped open a can of fresh paint. The cap clattering to the ground as music blared through the walkman attached to your belt. You took a deep breath as you glanced down at the sketch in your black book.

“Here we go,”you murmur as the hiss of the can echoes through the air. The colors blending together seamlessly as you tapped your foot to the beat.

Normally, you would tag your name into any and every surface you could find. But today, you decided to go the political route. An outline of a young girl appearing on the brick. She was messy, unkept. But bright and bold against the black background.

You wanted your work to embody hope. For a better future, for freedom.

That’s why you had made it this far right? You had to have some purpose as the people closest to you passed on and left the picture of your life.

That’s what you cling to on the days you miss your mother.

You blend out of the confounds of your outline. Flicking open a can of blue paint before shaking it. It was almost impossible to find paint now that the police had caught wind of you and other artists so you had to make this can last.

Your eyes shifted every once and awhile as you kept an eye out for officers. Used to their angry shouts as they tossed objects at you. It was hilarious watching them as they doubled over, gasping for air as you mocked them from above. There was even a device in your bag in case things went south but that day had yet to come.

After what seemed like hours which was actually only a matter of minutes you were met with silence. Your hand lowered as you paused the walkman. Stepping back to critique your work.

There were some errors here and there. Places where you colored in a different color than you had intended and empty spaces but overall, you were happy. Ten minutes below your normal time.

“No expectations?”

You froze at the unfamiliar voice. Gripping the can in between your fingers as you slowly turned to look behind you. And if you were holding your breath before you were sure you had nothing left as you exhaled.

“I think I see what you’re tryin’ to say but-” The loud thud of his boots causes your skin to crawl. By the tone of his voice you assume he has a smile underneath his mask. Possibly even smug. “-be a dear and humor me.”

It takes him not one but two strides before he’s at your side. He’s so nonchalant, hands dug into his pockets as he towers over you. Spiderman. The Spiderman. You feel faint.

“What, cat got your tongue love?” Tilting his head to the side as he chuckles.

You bite your bottom lip, anxiously watching him as you resist the urge to bolt. You did not just steal a new set of supplies only to leave them in the hands of Spiderman. Regardless of how noble he seemed. They were yours. Taken fair and square.

“What’s it to you?” Posture stiff as you eye his form for the hundredth time.

He seemed amused by your response. Head moving back to its original position. He can practically see the cat ears atop your head. Maybe even a tail flicking angrily against the back of your thighs.

“You wound me love.” Shifting his weight so he’s facing you directly. “Thought us rebels had to stick together.”

You purse your lips. Casting a glance to your bag before returning your gaze to him. “Rebels are just as disloyal as cops. Save their own skin if the situation calls for it.”

He scoffs at your threat. It’s cleverly disguised.

“What do you want with me?” Your eyes narrowed beneath your goggles. Beginning to slowly circle him like a predator eyeing its prey. Like a cat ready to crush a nuisance of a spider.

He practically fell over with laughter. Hands on his knees as his body shook.

To anyone else he would seem entirely relaxed. Showing vulnerability to a civilian was natural of course. But you weren’t just some civilian. You weren’t helpless like the rest of Camden.

You were the Black Cat.

You were a wanted woman.

And you were ready to pounce.

[newtonsheffield]

How long do those backpacks typically last for you? I need a bag alternative thats not a purse but more than a canvas tote

I bought this one… at least 4 years ago I think?

They fit so much stuff in them. They’re also water and dirt resistant and honestly I suspect this one only ripped because I stumbled against a barbed wire fence a few days ago.

I have been really happy with her these last few years. There’s also a smaller size, the mini Kånken, which I also have, photographed here’s for reference for you

Mini Kånken is big enough to fit my 11inch iPad for reference!

[frances-baby-houseman]

Puerto Vallarta prep!!

I am STRESSED about this trip that I didn't want to go on in the first place. I have come around to being excited about the "going to mexico with my kids and adam" of it, but the timing is terrible and I have so so so much to do to get ready. Excluding all of my work that I have to get done before then (board report and monthly statistics due monday, print newsletter that I write and design due to printer on Wednesday but my graphic designer will send it if I can't do it before I'm gone), here's the packing prep I've done:

Found the kids flip flops and Alice's swimsuits

Tried on my own swimsuits and decided which to take

Made a little pile of my mix-match outfit pieces (1 shorts, 1 skirt, 2 dress, 2 linen blouse, 2 tank top, one sweater) and sandals

ordered a new pair of walking shoes that I can run in while I travel (my running shoes have almost zero tread, so while I have old pairs that I can travel with, if I'm trying to pack light they're bad bc they can't double as walking shoes, and all my old Ons are busted)

Dug up all the various suitcases and bags-- 2 to check (we pack in travel cubes so we can share suitcases), a backpack each for me adam and alice, a giant canvas tote bag for the plane, and my straw bag purse

Found all the various hats and sunglasses

Still need to find Joe's swimsuits and potentially buy him another 1-2, do a few loads of laundry, buy plane snacks, get a few things for Joe for the plane, get some kind of dongle so the kid headphones will work with our phones, stock up on sunscreen. Adam does all his own stuff, organizes electronics, etc.

Luckily bc we're in heavy-duty cleaning mode for the house, everything is pretty organized so at least I won't have that "JESUS WE'RE LEAVING THIS HOUSE A NIGHTMARE!!!" feeling that happens sometimes.

ok thank you for allowing this pre-travel STRESS brain dump if any of you happened to read this far! Also how come Joshua Jackson was there last week? why couldn't we overlap? Dawson's Creek used to film at my family vacation spot in North Carolina and we used to spot them. Like 25 years ago but true love never dies.

[axiadesu]

[malink]Silent Guardian

※malink.non-primitive setting

※Modern killer setting

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This wasn't right.

Malon carefully closed the door to her home, a rusty smell in the air.

Someone had slipped in.

She pulled a hammer from the toolbox by the door, held it in her hand, and headed for the bathroom where the smell of blood was strongest.

Through the frosted glass door, she heard a suppressed, muffled grunt from inside.

It was a man. She judged.

Malon gripped the doorknob tightly and took a deep breath before quickly pushing the door open and stepping inside.

There was a man sitting in the tub behind the shower curtain, pointing a pistol at her.

He saw Malon enter and suddenly relaxed with a smile, his hand holding up the gun dropping helplessly.

"Sorry," he said, "to get you involved."

The man was a good-looking man, especially those eyes, which reminded Malon of children who were in school, always full of hope and promise for the future.

He was wearing a normal hoodie and sweatpants, but they were now stained with blood, even the bottom of the bathtub he was in had accumulated a thin layer of blood.

Malon's voice trembled a little, "What do you want? Money? Or medicine?"

"My name is Link." The man said, "I think I might need some stopgap pills and bandages."

Malon didn't understand why the man was telling her his name, but she replied, "Okay, okay, hemostats and bandages, I have them at home ...... I'll go get them for you now."

Malon stepped back facing Link while keeping a wary eye out for him to suddenly raise his gun and shoot.

She stepped out of the bathroom and briefly pondered whether or not to call the police. But as Malon recalled the way Link was looking at her, she subconsciously thought it best not to.

As quickly as she could, she grabbed the family medicine kit and returned to the bathroom.

Link had already removed his blood-stained top, revealing a toned upper body covered in scars.

He smiled at Malon and said, "I hope you didn't call the police. Because it would have been an extremely bad decision."

Malon's hand gave a lurch as he opened the pillbox and replied, "No, no. I didn't want to get in trouble."

"Good girl." Link spoke softly, but Malon felt her back fill with cold sweat.

"Please sterilize the tweezers and hand them to me." Link sat up and took a towel to wipe off the excess blood from his body.

It was then that Malon realized he had five stab wounds, two gunshot wounds, and multiple bruises.

She gave him a deep look, incredulous at Link's calm demeanor at the moment.

If these injuries were placed on an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have fainted by now due to blood loss or pain, but Link was able to remain calm and even had the energy to spy on her.

Malon thought as she did as Link said.

Link removed the slug and didn't scream out a single word even though he was in cold sweat from the pain.

Malon timidly handed him gauze sprinkled with medicine and bandaged his wound.

"Right," Malon said with relief, "now I'm going to get you something to eat. Calm down, okay?"

Link nodded, leaning against the wall and slowly calming his breathing.

Link stayed at Malon's for three days until his wounds began to heal.

"I should go." Link said, arranging his gear, "You'd better get out and hide for a few months, take a vacation, visit family, whatever."

Malon leaned against the doorframe, pursing her lips and not saying anything.

Link sensed her silence and paused for a moment as he organized his guns, "...... Do you hate me?"

"...... I don't know." Malon said, "Maybe I'm just the unfortunate owner of that house you picked at random. Link, we've only known each other for three days, we can't talk about likes and dislikes."

She twisted her head into the kitchen and gathered up a canvas backpack filled with all kinds of emergency food and medicine.

Malon handed the bag to Link, "There are cookies, bread, water and some anti-inflammatories and bandages in there." She watched Link take it and added, "Next time don't make such a mess of yourself, not every unlucky person is as kind as me."

Link laughed softly, so softly that Malon even thought it was her own hallucination.

"Won't happen." He said, and then, taking advantage of the night, Link left Malon's apartment.

It was only two days later, and it was a weekend.

Malon was at home hanging out the laundry when a group of men burst into her house.

The one leading the group was a big man with a beard, who held a micro punch, pointed at Malon, who was pinned to a chair by two men, and asked, "Where is he?"

Malon felt his arm about to break, "Who are you asking?"

The bearded man gave Malon a punch that immediately swelled the corner of her mouth and the taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.

"Don't play games with me." The bearded man asked again, "Where's Link?"

Malon puked a mouthful of bloody foam at the ground, only to feel the entire left side of her face burning, and even her left ear was a bit clouded and hard of hearing.

"...... I don't know, he left, two days ago."

The bearded man stared at Malon for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay baby. As long as you're around, there's no worry about him coming back."

"Me?" Malon didn't understand, "I don't know him. He won't come back."

The bearded man froze, then laughed out loud. He waved at his subordinates and immediately someone brought a chair.

He sat not far from Malon, tapping his pistol against the palm of his hand, and said, "It seems like this guy is still quite a compassionate master. Surprisingly, he didn't tell you anything?"

Malon had a vague feeling that there was a hidden agenda here, but she wasn't going to answer it on the principle of less said, less done.

"It's such a pity that you're such a beauty, that this Link guy could hold back from showing his face in front of you? It's probably because he wants to protect you. But what's the use? It's still not found by us?"

The cold barrel of the gun slapped on the already swollen face, which was not a pleasant taste.

A round object was thrown through the door and exploded with a thud, filling the room with smoke.

It was followed by the sound of men screaming and cursing, cries of pain, and a few, barely audible, silenced pistol shots.

Malon only felt a release in both shoulders, followed by a man's arm around her waist. Before she could react, the man had flipped out the window with her in his arms.

Malon could smell her usual laundry detergent, and also the smell of blood mixed with powdered medicine.

Link's wound must have disintegrated again, she thought.

Link pulled Malon through a variety of narrow, dirty alleys, shaking off pursuer after pursuer, and arriving at a dwelling tucked away in the slums.

Link cautiously pulled the curtains tight and locked the doors and windows before he had time to glance at Malon.

The blood rushed to his head when he saw the wound on Malon's face.

He was tempted to ask who had done it and if it hurt, but felt that he was in no position to ask such a thing, and, moreover, that such a thing would seem very pale.

Malon noticed his gaze lingering on his face, so she pulled a forced smile and said, "It's okay, just a little bit from the butt of the gun."

Link averted his gaze and turned toward the kitchen, pulling an ice pack from the refrigerator and handing it to Malon.

Malon took it, pressed it to her face with a soft cry of pain, and asked, "What are you doing back here? Those men were looking for you."

"Perhaps it's time to commission you to leave here with me."

"...... Huh?"

With that, Malon asked, "So, what do I need to do? Throw away the calling card? Have no contact with anyone? Just like in the movies?"

Link was a little unresponsive, even looking a little rare and dumbfounded.

"No. ...... Uh, no." He thought for a moment and explained, "Those people's identities can't get on the stage, and they can't use official means. Send a message to your friends and loved ones, just say that you're out traveling."

Malon did as she was told. After sending the message, she asked, "Then why don't we call the police?"

Link was a bit helpless, "Because my identity can't be on the table either."

Both people fell silent.

Link turned to pack his bags, while Malon went to see what food there was in the kitchen that he could take with him.

After a few moments, Link said, "I'm sorry, Malon."

Malon took off her skirt and replaced it with Link's pants and bodysuit and asked, "How about this?"

Link looked at Malon in her own clothes and was stunned for a moment, "Why are you ...... why ......"

"Skirts aren't convenient. It's better to have pants." Malon said, folding the skirt and putting it in her backpack, "Count me as borrowing it from you."

She thought for a moment, then added, "You don't have to say you're sorry. It's not your fault."

Link didn't know how much the men had said to Malon, but he still said, "No, it's my fault."

When Malon got into Link's car, she realized she seemed to have forgotten to ask her destination.

"Where are we going?"

Link pursed his lips for a moment before saying, as if he had made up his mind, "West Coast, Limon Harbor, where their heads are. But we can't take a plane or a train. All the entrances and exits around Limon Harbor are guarded, and the only way to get close is by car. And," Link glanced at his backpack in the back seat, "I'm running low on ammo. There's no place around here where I can get ammo quickly."

"Okay." Malon said, pulling her seatbelt tighter, "I'll do as you say."

It wasn't a long ride to Limon Harbor, but the gang was in hot pursuit like maned dogs sniffing out carrion and would soon catch up with Link and Malon.

As the car pulled off the highway to the west, Malon finally sighed with relief when the scenery around them was no longer a thousand tall buildings, but scattered houses, large trees, and a few herds of cattle among the farmland.

When she was in the city, she was always worried that a speeding sedan would rush out of any intersection or a sniper rifle with a cold flash would stick out of the window of any house.

"My father's family had a farm like that." Malon said, "Fields full of wheat, sugar cane, and grapes."

She wasn't sure why she brought it up, but she continued slowly anyway, talking about the mooing black and white spotted cows, the bunches of grapes that seemed like alabaster, the wine hidden in the cellar, and the warmth of the fireplace on a winter's day.

"There it is." Link looked ahead at the motel and spoke, "We need to get some gas."

Malon's face was iced and is much better now.She said, "I'll book a room then." She paused and asked, "Want one or two?"

There was no semblance of lust in Link's eyes. He said firmly, "One room."

Link finished filling up the car with gas just as Malon asked the inn for dinner.They sat down together to eat in an open-air restaurant away from the crowds.

The food at the motel was cheap and awful, and the chickpeas in it were so hard they could have knocked one's teeth out.

Malon complained to Link in a low voice, "I'll make sure you try some real chickpea pasta!"

Link didn't hold back a laugh. He had eaten all kinds of food throughout his career, and at his lowest point he had eaten bread that had been sitting around for more than ten days and was as dry as a rock.

He wasn't a man accustomed to telling his woes, so he was silent.

Malon couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of people are chasing you? Killers? A gangster? A drug cartel?"

Malon's eyes were bright, revealing a bit of naivety.

Link was drinking water and choked when he heard this.

"Uh ...... practically all of them." He said, "They control the largest port of entry and exit for drugs on the west coast, and make their living by charging tolls, as well as doing a little buying and selling."

"So ...... you? Why did you go up against such a large organization?"

Link said gently, "I killed their last boss, and the one before that."

Malon was silent.

She even felt that Link was already very lucky to have survived until now.

Then, she heard Link continue, "And their cadres. I can't remember, anyway, that mission almost bloodied their top brass."

"...... Well." Malon said, "The man with the beard said that as long as I'm around, you'll be there. Link, what's this about?"

Link choked again, "Ahem ...... we'll talk about that later."

"Then teach me to use a gun."

"No way."

"Then tell me why the bearded man said that."

Link was silent for a long time, so long that Malon thought he was angry.

"...... Well, just this once and never again." He said, "I'll teach you to use a gun."

It seemed that thing was a deep, deep secret to Link. A secret big enough to cost Link everything, Malon thought.

She began to remember if she had seen Link on some occasion.

Perhaps a certain brush with the shoulder? Or maybe it was one of those vacations back home.

But no matter how much Malon tried to recall, she couldn't find a single image in her memory that overlapped with the man in front of her.

After a quick dinner, Malon followed Link back to his room.

He took out his rifle and disassembled it step by step in front of Malon, showing her which parts worked for what, and then restoring and loading the rifle in front of her.

Malon was smart, perhaps in part because she had grown up with a wide variety of farm implements, and she had to know exactly how they were constructed in order to fix them when they went wrong. In any case, Malon was a fast learner of gun construction.

They rested at the inn for the night and left while it was still light.

About ten minutes after they left, the bearded gang arrived at the motel and inquired about their whereabouts.

Malon leaned back in her seat, resting her hand on the window frame to feel the wind blow through her fingers.

Link glanced at her and reached over to unscrew the car radio.

"Oh, thanks." Malon said.

She unscrewed a few channels at random, then heard the hostess say, "There was an explosion in apartment 7 on Newport Avenue last night, and it has been reported that two people have minor injuries and no one has been killed. The public is urged to be aware of gas safety ............"

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Malon's back.

She looked over at Link, as if trying to get that hopefully slim answer out of him.

"I'm so sorry." Link said.

Malon fell silent, peeked over and picked up the box with the rifle from the back seat and began to fiddle with it.

After a long moment, Malon said, "...... Don't be stingy with your knowledge, Link."

Link opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly looked cold, apparently seeing something in the rearview mirror.

"They're catching up."

Link jerked the steering wheel to the side, the sound of bullets whizzing away as they grazed the body of the car seemed extraordinarily inauthentic.

"Malon!" Link said, "Shoot and disrupt them! But don't get hurt."

The knuckles of Malon's grip on her rifle were white with exertion. She craned her head to peer out the window of the car, which was followed by about three or four cars, and a couple of guns that were sticking out the side of the window and spitting fire at them.

Malon felt like she should be panicking, overwhelmed, or even crying right now, but she was unusually calm, and the shooting techniques Link had taught her kept replaying in her mind.

Malon pulled the trigger.

A car's front wheels lost power and crashed into the curb at high speed.

Malon immediately retreated back into the car as a series of bullets grazed the window.

Link said, "Nice one!"

Malon gripped his rifle tightly, feeling his mouth go dry, "I've never ...... I mean, never shot one."

"Relax, Malon. We can lose them." Link said as he stepped on the gas.

Malon felt her adrenaline rush wildly as she took a deep breath and probed again.

She shot out the tires of a car once again.

Link looked in his rearview mirror and saw the car roll sideways before crashing into the car behind it.

"Good!" He said, "Now hold on tight!"

The engine groaned with overwhelming force, and the car sped off like a runaway bronco, leaving the ragged bearded party far behind.

As the car's speed slowly dropped, Malon realized that he was already covered in a cold sweat.

"Scared?" Link asked.

Malon slowed down and replied, "A little."

Link apologized to her for the fourth time, "I'm sorry."

Malon looked over at Link, who was looking intently at the road ahead, the sun shining from the other side and casting shadows on his face.

"Link, you have apologized to me many times." Malon said, "If it's for getting me into this strife, then I'm telling you that apologizing is unnecessary, because it's not your fault."

Link looked at Malon somewhat innocently and blankly, "Malon, I, uh, I mean ......"

"You need to apologize for anything other than my pathetic apartment - hmmm." She sneered, "It's the gang of criminals that are after us that should apologize!"

Link redirected his eyes to the road, but his knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel.

I'm sorry, Malon. He thought. The real culprit, the one who caused all this to happen, was actually me. If you hadn't saved me back then, maybe none of this would have happened at all.

The atmosphere in the car went cold.

One stubbornly believed that the fault was his own. One stubbornly believed that the other should not apologize.

As the sun set in the west, they arrived at a run-down farm behind a small town.

Link jumped out of the car and said to Malon, "Stay in the car, okay? I don't want these guys to see you."

Malon glanced toward the farm and nodded.

Link smiled reassuringly at her and turned toward the farm.

After about an hour, it was completely dark, but the farm was still pitch black with no lights lit.

Just as Malon was about to get tired of waiting, Link walked out carrying two large suitcases.

He looked fine, no bruises, walking normally.

The car started up again and drove off into the distance.

"Sorry," Link said, "I'm afraid we're going to have to spend tonight in the field."

He parked the car in a secluded spot on the side of the road and said to Malon, "Want something to eat? Compressed cookies? Canned goods?"

Malon could tell he wasn't too happy, "Compressed crackers, please."

Link handed her an unwrapped compressed cracker and a bottle of water, "I'm going to go around the neighborhood for a bit, you can ...... um, take a spin."

Malon heard him and thanked him before getting out of the car and walking in the opposite direction from him.

Malon still hadn't stopped remembering.

She began to remember toward a time much older and younger.

Was it the cowherd who lived on the farm next door? Or the young son of the town grocery store owner. Or maybe it was the pastor's adopted son. ......

Malon returned to the car and noticed Link listening to a music station, so she said, "Oh, Self Destructive, I like it too."

The car was lit with a warm yellow reading light, and Link's eyes were lowered, his long lashes casting a regal shadow over his face.

"Really ?......," he said, "I don't listen to a lot of songs."

Malon thought for a moment and asked, "Link, are you a killer?"

"Yes." Link said, "I used to work for the royal family to protect their little princess."

"You mean ...... Her Highness Zelda?" Malon was surprised.

"Yes. Since the royal threat was removed, I retired." He continued, "I didn't realize that the guys on the West Coast would be shady. They didn't dare to trouble the royal family, so they came after me."

"How long have you been ...... fighting against them like this?"

"Can't remember. About four or five years. Since shortly after I retired from the royal family."

Malon looked at Link's sideways face and suddenly reached out, taking his hand on the steering wheel.

"Link." She said softly, "These years must have been hard on you."

Link's eyelashes fluttered slightly. He quickly turned his head and looked out the window.

"...... I'm used to it."

"No matter how many times you go through something like this, it must be tough." Malon said, "You could live on my father's farm. It's right in the central region, not too far from here. Or you could get a job in town with me, and we could go to the movies together on the weekends, go shopping, do whatever."

Link tried to look natural as he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"...... Ok."

He raised his hand to turn off the reading light and tucked the blanket around Malon.

"Go to sleep. I'm here."

Malon lowered the seat and strained to see Link's face in the darkness, yet all she could see was a shadowed outline.

She said softly, "Good night, Link. Have good dreams."

Link turned off the radio, took out his headphones, and listened to the song Self Destructive several times over.

He lied.

He actually liked the song and listened to it quite often. Because Malon loved the song and loved listening to it.

He loved to see her swaying to the music with her headphones on, he loved to see her happy and laid back, and he loved to see those soulful and lively expressions on her face. He wished she was always that happy and never touched these gloomy messes.

Link reached out and gathered the blankets for Malon, and said softly in his heart, "I'm sorry, Malon, I can't fulfill my promise to you.

Over the next few days, Link found a small town and checked into a hotel with Malon.

He taught Malon all the knowledge of firearms without reservation, and even wrote a notebook to prevent her from forgetting.

After that day, Malon sensed a change of heart. Maybe it had changed a long time ago, she was just realizing it now.

She begins to fall somewhat hopelessly in love with Link.

Malon passed Link's firearms test.

"Very good." Link said, "We leave tomorrow."

Malon couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"

Link's movement of putting away his gun gave a start, "What do what?"

"How to fix them? Didn't you say that Limon Harbor is full of them? Do you want to take on an entire gang single-handedly?"

Link didn't say anything, just put his things away.

At dawn, they set off again, and this time, Link didn't stop in the middle and drove all the way to the west.

Before entering Limon Harbor, Link dumped the car halfway and led Malon to an apartment building.

"Don't turn on the lights." Link stopped Malon's movements and said, "The owner of this house goes out all the time. Turning on the lights will expose us."

"Okay." Malon said, "When do we move?"

Link checked his guns as he returned, "It's not us, Malon, it's me. I only brought you here so that those people wouldn't take advantage of my absence to kill you, not to join me."

Malon froze, "What?"

Link hung his body full of various ammo, stood up, and looked at Malon, "Malon, promise me you'll hide here and keep quiet. They're bound to search every residence when it happens, and this is the only house that won't be checked. Be sure, be sure to stay here."

"I thought you did your best to teach me because you wanted me to do my part." Malon felt she had to do something, she felt she was losing Link, "Link, please be honest with me, what exactly is your plan?"

"Trust me, they won't bother you again." Link lifted his suitcase and walked towards the door, "There will be a check in the mail to your father in seven days with enough money to buy another new house."

"A house? No, Link, we're not talking about that." Malon pulled him back, "We've come all this way and you want me to stay in the house properly? Link, do I look like one of those naïve girls who don't know anything? Tell me your plan!"

Link sighed as he set down his suitcase and pulled the rope out of another box.

"Sorry, Malon." He easily caught Malon, who was trying to dodge. He tied Malon to a chair, "I'm going to miss my appointment."

"Link, apologizing won't help! You can't do this!" Malon guessed his plan.

Link wanted to die with the gang.

"You can't leave me behind!" Her eyes widened in disbelief, "You're the one who took me away, you should send me back!" She struggled desperately to get to hold Link back.

Malon thought of every word she could think of, aggravating, threatening, cajoling, she wanted Link to change his mind.

Link reached up and held Malon's cheek, one hand on the back of her neck.

"Shhh ......" he said softly, slowly wiping the tears from her face, "I didn't leave you behind. Malon, I should never have appeared before you. It was my selfishness that exposed you to them, and now, I need to go and make it right. Malon ...... you are my only link to the world now. Please live ...... Please live as you used to ...... live and be happy ...... Please forget about me, the one who shouldn't be here."

Malon cried silently, "Link, you can't do this. I love you, Link, you can't leave me like this. You showed up, made me fall in love with you, and then had to part with me ...... How am I going to treat my love as if she never showed up, I can't do it."

Link ruffled Malon's crushed hair and dropped a kiss on her forehead, "Malon, you'll forget me. It's the power of time."

With a click, Link left, and Malon shed silent tears.

She remembered the moments she had spent with Link, the moments when he had taught her knowledge carefully, the way he had averted his eyes when he had agreed to a pact, those horrible scars on his body ......

Everything had been foretold long ago.

Malon suddenly remembered that sunny summer day on her father's farm when she was a carefree little girl.

The tree had grown for many years, and its wide canopy was enough to shelter the children from the sun and rain.

Malon was walking out of the woods with a basket full of wild mushrooms when she saw a group of town children discussing something around the tree.

She approached and realized it was a boy who had been hung up.

His lips were white and full of cracks, and he looked dying.

"Hey!" Malon said, "What are you guys doing? He's dying!"

The fat boy in the lead walked over to Malon, "Malon." He glanced at the boy in the tree, "I'll let him go if you promise to go out with me tomorrow. It's just a beggar from nowhere anyway."

Malon took the knife out of the basket and pressed it against the fat boy's neck, "Fine, I'll make a hole in your neck right now and see if it's fat or blood that comes out."

The fat boy's face changed, "Whatever you want! That thin hemp straw child you are happy to save on save it!"

The boys dispersed in a huff.

Malon cut the twine and the boy fell to the grass.

She took the boy's head and fed him water from the canteen.

Seeing the boy's eyes open, Malon flashed him a bright smile.

"Hello, my name is Malon."

The bright blue eyes from that long ago memory gradually overlapped with Link's.

A bolt of lightning that seemed to slice through the sky flashed by, followed by a startling clap of thunder and an ensuing downpour of rain.

Link ducked behind cover, his right eye bloodied.

He checked the number of bullets in his hand and rushed out with the cover of the thunder.

One, two, three ...... He silently counted the number.

--until the last one.

Boss covered the gunshot wound in his abdomen and looked at Link hideously, "Naive, you've always been so naive! I won't survive, you think you will? Who do you think leaked the whereabouts of you and that woman?"

Link took a deep breath and suppressed the muscles that kept throbbing, "...... It doesn't matter, after today, they'll know that I'm dead, and it'll all be over."

The Boss pressed the remote control for the bomb and laughed over the blasting sound, "Death to all!!!"

When Malon arrived in front of the villa, all that was left of the villa was ruins, the broken house was covered with human limbs, bloody and disgusting.

Heavy rain continued to fall, drenching Malon's red hair and diluting the blood on the ground.

Malon rummaged through it brick by brick, she couldn't believe that Link would really be indifferent, she wanted to ask him face to face.

Even if Link was really dead, she had to find his body.

"Link ...... Link ...... I remember, we met ...... when I was a child... ... "Malon murmured as she searched until all ten of her fingers were worn down, until the blood was pouring out.

One of the broken bricks moved, and Link pushed aside the crushed bricks that held him down and held out a hand.

Malon hastily dug him out of the rubble, large teardrops sliding down mixed with rain.

"...... Can I apply to return to port?"

Malon hugged Link and finally let out a sob.

Months later.

"Mrs. Smith, your husband's eyes have fully recovered, and the rest of the day is just a matter of keeping an eye out for any adverse reactions. Oh and by the way, your ring is so beautiful, it's new, isn't it?" The big-bellied doctor wrote something in his chart as Link pulled back the curtain and sat up from the viewing table.

Malon smiled at the doctor, the wedding ring on her hand sparkling, "Yes, thank you, Dr. Rhodes."

Malon walks out of the hospital on Link's arm, a newspaper on one side of the room is still carrying the Limon Harbor bombing from a few months ago, and next to it is a bounty hanging over a picture of Link in his early years.

An old woman looked at the paper through her presbyopic glasses and mumbled, "Why hasn't the killer been caught yet?"

[l1ft-l1ft1ng-l1ft3d]

What I l1ft3d 5/1/2023 - 5/31/2023

B@rn3s & N0bl3:

- 6 books (5/1/2023)

- PaperSource Mountain tote bag

- 5 books (5/6/2023)

- B&N canvas tote bag (teal)

- ShedRain Windjammer umbrella

- 6 books (5/11/2023)

- 3 books (5/16/2023)

- 8 books (5/18/2023)

- Out of Print Eric Carle Hungry Caterpillar tote bag

- 4 books (5/19/2023)

- Moomin tote bag

- Keep Calm and Read On bookmark

- 3 books (5/22/2023)

- Fjallraven backpack

- 8 books (5/26/2023)

- B&N canvas tote (gray)

- 4 books (5/30/2023)

¢V$:

- CeraVe Renewing SA Cleanser

- Billie Whipped Shave Cream

- Kitsch The Satin Pillowcase (Ivory)

- CeraVe Acne Foaming Cream Cleanser

- Cottonelle Flushable Wipes

D1ck'$ $p0rt1ng G00d$:

- Nike sportswear crewneck pullover sweatshirt (yellow)

- Nike Sportswear embroidered logo t-shirt (black)

- Nike Sportswear athletic shorts w/large elastic band (chartreuse)

- Nike Sportswear athletic shorts (blue)

- 2 Nike Sportswear embroidered logo t-shirt (guava, gray)

- Nike Sportswear athletic shorts (burnt orange)

- Nike Sportswear cotton shorts (gray)

- Hydroflask 24 oz. bottle w/sip lid (pastel aqua)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck pullover sweatshirt (black)

- Nike athletic shorts w/large elastic band (gray)

- 49 brand Giants pullover hoodie sweatshirt (dark gray)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck pullover sweatshirt (gray)

- Nike athletic shorts (mauve)

- Nike Sportswear graphic logo oversized t-shirt (olive)

- Adidas crewneck pullover sweatshirt w/elastic bottom hem detail (charcoal)

- Calia polo neck pullover sweatshirt (blue)

- Calia short sleeve t-shirt (gray)

- Calia sleeveless t-shirt (white) 71

- 2 pairs Calia athletic shorts (tomato bisque, goldenrod)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck graphic logo pullover sweatshirt (ivory + aqua)

- Nike DriFit athletic shorts (black)

- Calia polo neck pullover sweatshirt (olive)

- Stanley 40 oz The Flowstate Quencher H2.0 Tumbler (Tigerlily)

- 47 Giants long sleeve baseball shirt

- Calia polo neck pullover sweatshirt (florescent yellow)

- Calia straight leg crop sweatpants (gray)

- Stanley 30 oz Ice Flow Tumbler with Flip Straw (lime + forest green)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck sweatshirt (yellow)

- Nike bike shorts (black)

H0bby L0bby:

- 2 X-Acto knives (regular + small)

H0m3 G00ds:

- Yeti Rambler Colster Can Insulator

J.C. P3nn3y:

- Levi's Shaping Capri jeans

- Wrangler graphic logo t-shirt (light blue)

- Adidas Cloudfoam tennis shoes (rainbow)

- Levi's 501 Cut-Off Short (dark denim)

- Levi's crewneck embroidered logo pullover sweatshirt (pastel pink)

- ANA sleeveless sundress (olive + white tropical flowers)

- ANA button-down polo neck sundress (olive)

- ANA spaghetti strap dress (olive floral)

- ANA shift dress (black)

- Levi's denim button down shirt (med. blue)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts

- 2 Levi's graphic t-shirts (black, white)

M@cy's:

- Kipling mini crossbody bag (cherry red)

- Kipling backpack (med., gray)

- Kipling mini backpack (black w/raindrops)

- Calvin Klein Performance full zip hoodie (electric green)

- Kipling medium over the shoulder purse (gray)

- Kipling minimalist wallet (army green pattern)

- Levi's 501 shorts (med. length/med. blue denim)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie sweatshirt (stone gray)

- Kipling backpack (cherry red)

- 2 Guess wallets (black - large + small)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts (black)

- And Now This ruched peasant blouse (black)

- Levi's Shaping Skinny Jeans

- Levi's denim overall dress

- Levi's cropped peasant blouse (blue + green plaid)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip sweatshirt (black)

- 2 Calvin Klein Performance cropped straight leg sweat pants (black, heather gray)

- 2 And Now This tank tops (white, cocoa)

Levi's button down denim shirt (light, distressed)

- Levi's spaghetti strap sundress (checkers)

- Ralph Lauren short pajama set (white w/floral)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (ivory)

- Wacoal convertible bra (black)

- Calvin Klein Performance full zip hoodie (dark heather gray)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (sky blue)

- Levi's graphic logo t-shirt (black)

- Levi's button-down short sleeve shirt (green + white stripes)

- Levi's High-Waisted Mom Jeans (med. denim)

- Calvin Klein Performance logo hoodie (heather gray)

- And Now This short sleeve bodysuit (pastel blue)

M@r1n@ M@rk3tpl@ce:

- Burt's Bees Aloe & Coconut Oil After Sun Soother

0ff1c3 D3p0t:

- Pilot Dr. Grip Frosted Ball Point Pen

- Pilot Dr. Grip Ball Point Pen Refills (2-ct)

$pr0ut$:

- Badger Organic Cuticle Care

- Pacifica Silver Moon Parfum

- Hello Antiplaque + Whitening Toothpaste Tablets

- 3 Pacifica Parfums (Island Vanilla, Tuscan Blood Orange, Persian Rose)

- Zum Mist Aromatherapy Room + Body Spray (Frankincense & Myrrh)

- Olika refillable spray moisturizing hand sanitizer

- Olika hand sanitizer refill

- Pacifica perfume (French Lilac)

- Zum Mist Aromatherapy Room + Body Spray (Patchouli)

- Humble Natural Deodorant (Palo Santo & Frankincense)

$t@rbuck$:

- Sign language art Starbucks mug

- Yosemite Pin Drop Collection Starbucks Mug

T@rg3t:

- Vornado Whole Room Air Circulator (w/interchangeable base plate discs)

- Vornado Whole Room Air Circulator

- Owala Free Sip water bottle (24 oz - tangerine)

- Reusable silicone menstrual disc

- Fine'ry Sun-Phoria body mist

- Olive & June The Poppy mani tool

- Owala Free Sip water bottle (24 oz - plum)

- Fine'ry I'm A Musk Eau de Parfum

- Fine'ry Magnetic Candy body mist

- Differin Dark Spot Correcting Serum

- 2 Casaluna sateen standard pillowcases

- EOS tropical summer lip balm (set of 4)

- Being Frenshe Awaken & Uplift Citrus Amber Glow On Perfume Oil

- American Tourister hard side checkered carry-on rolling suitcase

Ült@:

- The Body Shop Moringa Body Butter (6.75 oz)

- Lanolips 101 Ointment Multipurpose Superbalm

- Drunk Elephant Virgin Marula Luxury Facial Oil

- Byoma Brightening Serum

- Briogeo B. Well Organic + Australian 100% Tea Tree Oil

- Dr. PawPaw Lip Scrub & Lip Balm Duo

- Essie On a Roll Apricot Cuticle Oil

- O.P.I. Nail Lacquer (Yank My Doodle)

- L'Occitane En Provence Ultra Rich Body Cream

- Drunk Elephant Protini Polypeptide Cream

- Origins Ginzing Refreshing Eye Cream (Original)

- Hero Force Shield Superfuel Serum Stick

- Lanolips Lip Water (Watermelon)

- Lanolips 101 Ointment Fruities Trio

- Drunk Elephant C-Tango Multivitamin Eye Cream

- Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Rosarco Milk Leave-In Conditioning Spray

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Smoothing Conditioner

- Kenra Platinum Blow Dry Spray (6 fl. oz.)

- Bumble and Bumble BB Hairdresser's Invisible Oil

- Mario Badescu Skin Care Drying Lotion

- Soap & Glory Hand Food Intensive Hand Balm (Original Pink)

W@lm@rt:

- 2 Prep Solutions Silicone Grease Keeper & Strainer

- Cottonelle Flushable Wipes (2-pk)

Total: 197 items

[themarchg1rl]

weekly tag wednesday!

tysm @deedala for tagging me <3 finally gonna do one of these!!

name: catherine

age: i am 29

location: london, uk

top sheet, yes or no? i had to google this, i get night sweats because of my meds so no thank you

how many stuffed animals do you own? i have 7 or 8 that i have kept from when i was little. i did buy a hanar plush recently though

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): i have never had a pet :( there is a cat in our neighbourhood who visits a lot and we call her lulu. because we heard someone call a lulu one time lol

favorite color: lilac or lavender

any tattoos? no, i've never wanted one enough to get one

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): canvas tote bag most of the time but i have a pink backpack for work

the last movie you watched: twin peaks: fire walk with me. it was VERY SAD!!!! and very beautiful too

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? reaally depends lol i'd estimate an hour or so!

favorite weather: cold and sunny is top tier

relationship status: single

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip is my number one for life, however i have been enjoying ben & jerry's sunny honey home recently, which is lemon, honey and caramel

first fandom: harry potter technically but icarly was the first fandom i really got into

how many books have you read this year? i read pride & prejudice! one so far. which is more than last year lol

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: line manager vs instructor (i went to a work conference and forgot to bring my laptop)

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? probably just march! or marchgirl

tagging @altlvias @amaralesbian @astarionsass and any other friends who want to play!!

[pinkhyojin]

i was tagged by @moonflowerglowing (thx Nana!)

🌺first the picrew and then the 14 questions!🌺

1. Name: Haley

2. Age: 25

3. Favorite season: Fall

4. Do you carry a bag/purse? What kind? I do! My go to is my canvas bag with mushrooms on it. I also regularly use a little, brown leather bag when I don’t feel the need to lug around my canvas bag. For work, I carry a backpack to hold my laptop and other work things lol

5. What color is your water bottle? Dark blue with a bunch of stickers all over!

6. What color is your phone case? Clear

7. Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/music/sounds? I usually sleep with a fan so I generally need at least that noise and I definitely struggle to sleep in silence.

8. Top sheet. Yes or no? No

9. You’re in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing? Peanut butter M&Ms and sour straws

10. Preferred mode of travel (plane, train, car, bus, on foot): I gotta go car on this one. I drive all the time so it’s super comfortable for me.

11. What’s your phone background right now? A pic of Lua from Weki Meki <3

12. Are you more of a minimalist or a maximalist? I think it depends on the situation? Probably lean more towards maximalist for most things

13. It’s time to paint your bedroom! What color are you choosing? Oooh I had a really pretty lavender color on my walls growing up, so maybe something like that.

14. And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: so many things! laughing with my friends and family, listening to my favorite or new music, eating good food, finishing a hard workout, reading a good book, etc.

And then put your music on shuffle then list the first ten songs

1. Sugarcoat - AB6IX

2. Sukhumvit Swimming - ONF

3. If You Ever Leave Somebody - Mary Lambert

4. Black Pearl - EXO

5. Unholy - Hollie Col

6. Bleach - 5 Seconds of Summer

7. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

8. Beach House - Carly Rae Jepsen

9. Delusion - DRIPPIN

10. Somebody Else - loote

Tagging: @mijimina // @shownusback // @woongksy (no pressure tho ofc!)

[lovemesomesurveys]

How old were you when you learned how to drive? I don't drive.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby’s name? Yeah, I've been to a few.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? My mom took me majority of the time, but occasionally my dad or aunt did.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I think I'm a good listener.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. My physical appearance? Uh, like everything. My smile is a big one.

What’s in your purse right now? I use a mini backpack, which right now has my wallet, a thing with some of my medicine, a 2 pack of Reese's (lol), and a Barbie pin I still need to put on the front of my backpack.

Do you vote in your country’s elections? Yes.

What was your first kiss like? It was unexpected and awkward, but I was just giddy about having had my first kiss. It's not like I had anything to compare it to.

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? Nah.

Have you ever been a freelancer? No.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? I felt okay.

What storey is your bedroom on? I live in a one-story house.

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? Gift cards and something like a stuffed animal and/or a shirt.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? I use the calendar app to remind me when my bills are due, and I also use the notes and reminders app for stuff.

Who was the last person you sent an email to? I don't recall the last time I sent an email.

Are there any posters in your bedroom? Yeah, I have a few canvas painting and framed ones. Most of them are giraffes, but I also have some beach ones, a couple paintings my uncle did for me, and a Stranger Things poster (the well-known ABCs on the wall one with the strung lights).

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? I've always liked Alice in Wonderland.

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? I have no idea what's even in my freezer. I'm still mostly bedridden and need help transferring and when I'm up in my chair checking the freezer isn't something I've had a need to do in awhile. I just haven't had a reason to; if I want something I'd just ask someone.

Have you ever played Second Life? No. I'm a Sims gal.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? Just the fact a lot of my family is here.

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? My town is awful. It's not known for anything good.

Are your parents good cooks? Yes.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person? >> this will vary from person to person <<<

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? I have not.

What is your favourite museum? I don't have a particular favorite, though I've only been to a few. I enjoy historical type ones with artifacts and whatnot. I think I'd love The Smithsonian if I ever get to go one day. I love all that kind of stuff.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? No.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I had those taken out when I was a young teenager.

How many weddings have you been to? Just three.

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? I watch a shit ton of YouTube. I'm subscribed to many channels of various types. I like ASMR (a lot of ASMR channels), vlogs/lifestyle, hauls, mukbangs, abandoned places, Disney history and related stuff.... stuff like that.

What’s your alcohol of choice? Barf, none. I don't drink.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? Yeah. It was like back in 2010, I think. The community college I attended had a few and I needed to use it cause my phone had died.

Which one item would you save from your burning house? This is such a hard question cause I'd wanna try and grab so many things.

Do you have a Twitter account? Yeah, or "X" as it's called now. *eye roll* I don't go on it much anymore.

What is your hair like right now? Short and no real style to it right now. I'm in the process of growing it out after cutting it like pixie cut short over a year ago for reasons. It's in that awkward phase, but it is starting to really grow out.

How do you like your eggs cooked? Over-easy, scrambled, hard boiled, deviled, egg salad. I like eggs.

What’s the longest you’ve been without showering? A few months while in the hospital. Like an actual shower I mean. I had bed baths of course.

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. I didn't want to admit to liking some Justin Bieber songs at first like when his Purpose album came out. lol. I don't care now.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? No. I've never tried to learn or attempt to.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? I have a few high credit card payments. :X

[monab-india]

Seasonal Tote Bag Trends: What’s Hot This Year

Handbags are vital in our daily lives and are more than just accessories. The best handbags for women on a budget are essential for those who wish to blend price, style, and usefulness. This post will discuss the greatest inexpensive handbags that will upgrade your wardrobe without breaking the bank. We have the best handbags for women for formal occasions, casual get-togethers, and the workplace.

The Daily Bag:

The everyday tote is a versatile option for the best handbags for women. Choose bags composed of robust canvas or imitation leather for their durability. These bags can fit all of your necessities and more. A great selection of reasonably priced totes without sacrificing style can be found at stores like Zara and H&M.

Elegant Crossbody Purses:

For women who are constantly on the go, crossbody bags are ideal. They protect your necessities and free up your hands. Crossbody bags from stores like Aldo and Target offer great choices for those looking for the best handbags for women since they combine stylish designs with reasonable prices.

Fashionable Backpacks:

Backpacks have become a mainstay of women’s fashion, not simply for schoolchildren. Trendy backpacks that combine style and functionality are frequently featured in the best handbags for women. Look for designs with lots of space and striking aesthetics from retailers like ASOS and Forever 21.

Chic Satchel:

Another type of the best handbag for women that can be both stylish and functional is a satchel. These structured backpacks are perfect for formal or professional environments. Look at less expensive choices from companies like Steve Madden and Nine West, who provide satchels that have a high-end appearance without breaking the bank.

Chic Clutches:

An exquisite clutch is essential for special occasions or nights out. Clutches that may inject some glitz into any ensemble are among the best handbags for women. There is a large assortment of reasonably priced clutches that won’t break the bank at places like Macy’s and Amazon.

Greener Choices:

Eco-friendly handbags are now included in the best handbags for women due to growing awareness of sustainability. Going green doesn’t have to cost a fortune thanks to brands like Everlane and Matt & Nat, which provide fashionable, reasonably priced choices made from vegan or recycled materials.

Useful Hobo Bags:

Hobo bags are among the best handbags for women because of their roomy interiors and laid-back style. They are ideal for weekend getaways or laid-back days out. Affordable hobo bags that blend style and utility are available from stores like Urban Outfitters and Kohl’s.

Styles of Minimalism:

Minimalist handbags are some of the best handbags for women who like to keep things simple. Because of their emphasis on simple designs and muted hues, these bags go well with every ensemble. Check for affordable minimalist designs from shops like Mango and Uniqlo.

Additionally, Women’s tote bags, which combine design and usefulness, have long been a mainstay in the fashion industry. Best handbags for women trends this year are all about combining stylish designs with functionality. There is the ideal tote out there for you, whether you want something to hold your everyday necessities or a statement item to add flair to your ensemble.

Vibrant Patterns and Prints:

Tote handbags for women this season are returning with vivid and striking patterns. These striking totes, which come in geometric and floral patterns, give a unique touch to any ensemble. They are ideal for expressing your style and creating a statement.

A Vibrant Pop of Color:

This year, bright, vivid hues are a big trend in tote handbags for women. Consider vivid yellows, electrifying blues, and striking reds. These vibrant totes can liven up any dreary day and are ideal for adding a whimsical touch to your wardrobe.

Vintage Revival:

Tote handbags for women with a vintage feel are becoming more popular. Consider nostalgic designs, old logos, and retro prints. For anyone who enjoys a little vintage charm in their accessories, these totes are ideal.

Practical Totes:

Women’s utility tote handbags for women are all about functionality without compromising design. These bags are perfect for everyday use because they frequently have several pockets, strong fabrics, and surfaces that are simple to clean. Utility bags keep you organized and fashionable, making them ideal for professionals, students, and busy mothers.

Tote handbags for women are useful accessories that go well with every ensemble; they’re not merely a fashion statement. A combination of sustainability, striking prints, simple designs, and adaptable styles are highlighted in this year’s trends. There is a tote bag out there that will precisely fit your needs and style, regardless of your personal preferences.

Don’t forget to pick stylish tote handbags for women that complement your way of life. The correct tote bag can improve your complete ensemble, regardless of your preference for a striking statement item or a stylish minimalist style. Enjoy your shopping!