#happy rememberance sunday

[glugglestar]

remembrance reblog

So Arizona launched an “education hotline” that allows “concerned parents” to report “””critical race theory””” and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom

It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education

602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov 🤡

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi steph

Was wondering if you had any short fics you'd recommend? I'm looking for around 5 000 words or less

I need something that won't tempt me to read til 2 in the morning haha

Thank you <3

Hi Nonny!

Oh, GOSH, I have SO MANY short fics I could recommend! A lot of my fave fics are under 5K hahha.

I do actually have several lists you can check out which are primarily bookmarked fics y'all will enjoy:

Fics Under 2000 w.

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 3

Heartwarming Stories Under 10K

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 2: 5K to 10K Words

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 5: Under 5K Words Pt. 2

Pining Sherlock Pt. 2 (Under 5K)

Parentlock Pt. 4A (MFLs 0-25K w.)

Short PWP Under 15K

Morning Sex (Short Fics)

And I just checked my offline lists and YAY I have enough for a part four list! So check out these fics, and if y'all have some more short fics, please add them, would love to rec them!

Enjoy!

FICS UNDER 2000 w. Pt. 4

The Last Room At The End of The Hall by Corporate_cards (G, 219 w.,  1 Ch. || Fluff) – All things can wait, for finally things work, in the last room at the end of the hall. Part 1 of Random Things I've Written In Class -- Johnlock

Soaring Above by Corporate_cards (G, 394 w., 1 Ch.  || TRF, Light Angst, Superpowers) – "Have you ever though about having a super power...?" Part 2 of the Random Things I've Written In Class -- Johnlock series

A Perfect Figure by ecb327 (K, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, First Person POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Light Angst) – Sherlock build a spot in his mind palace for John. FFNet

Vale Mea by JohntheBlonde (G, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Implied/Referenced Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Pining Sherlock, Epistolary) – 'I, William Sherlock Scott Holmes...hereby...declare this my last Will and Testament.' 

Bond, Sherlock Bond! by macgyvershe (T, 631 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kissing, Couch Cuddles, Sexy Talk with No Explicit Sex, Bond Night, Established Relationship) – John is doing a Bond-a-thon. Sherlock is ready for a night of movies and munchies. Washed down with Devil Mountain coffee. Eventually everything comes together in the best of ways.

Octopus by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 705 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Bed Sharing, Limpet Sherlock) – A week after Sherlock and John finally get together, and John is finding sharing a bed with Sherlock Holmes to be ... difficult, sometimes. If not downright suffocating.

Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (T, 783 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John goes to the shops to meet someone he wasn't supposed to. FFNet

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this... FFNet

Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, 951 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems. FFNet

Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Texting, Humour, Fluff, POV John, Cranky John) – A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea. FFNet

My Unfortunately Average Sized Cranium by Haelia (K+, 996 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Headache, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Drug Use, Doctor John) – In which Sherlock has a migraine. ALMOST Johnlock. Not quite. FFNet

The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

Poppies For John by grannysknitting (T, 1,102 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Rememberance Sunday fic - John notices a discrepancy between Sherlock's stated intent and his actions. Sherlock, for once, explains himself. Friendship or pre-slash, your choice. Intended in honour of those who defend us. FFNet

Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John. FFNet

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can't decide if it's raining or not. Sherlock doesn't understand. FFNet

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun. FFNet

Hallucinations can't open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose. FFNet

Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, 1,375 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John going 'out on da pull' and getting so close to getting digits so many times but Sherlock just conveniently keeps turning up prattling on about eyeballs in the microwave... FFNet

Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, 1,445 w.,  1 Ch. || Humour, Cranky Sherlock) – "It's a hat." / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. "Yes. I can see that." / "It's called a deerstalker." FFNet

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine. FFNet

Non-Toxic by NinjaNina2 (M, 1,713 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Established Relationship, Oneshot, Stubborn Sherlock, Worried John, Doctor John, Fluff and Humour, Misunderstandings)  – Based on previous experiences, John has every right to be worried when gone for a medical conference, but what is the extent of damage This time…?!?

Upon This Throne by ifonlynotnever (T, 1,773 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Angst, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Introspection, Imagery, Pining Sherlock, Drug Use, Passage of Time) – Inside Sherlock's mind is a Palace. Inside the Palace are many rooms. Within the largest room is the Throne. Upon the Throne sits the King. FFNet

Riptide Lover Remix: Firsthand Research by jinglebell (E, 1,779 w., 1 Ch. || Merfolk AU || Merman John, Interspecies Porn, Subtle Masochism, Huge Cock, Size Kink, Anal, Domination, Rough Sex, Prostate Massage, Forced Orgasm, Prostate Milking, PWP) – A Riptide Lover spinoff in which John is the undine. Sherlock is arse-fucked by a merman on an abandoned dock. He loves it. A companion piece to Riptide Lover.

The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1,885 w., 1 Ch. || First Person Sherlock POV, Mild Pining, Angst, Romance, Hiatus) – What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty's web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them? FFNet

Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1,919 w., 1 Ch || Sherlock POV, Suicidal Ideation, Near-Death, Hospital, Sherlock Whump, Gunshot, Unhappy/Ambiguous Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?” FFNet

Cards by Caighlee (K+, 1,954 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Games) – Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly's suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it's appeal. Can John come up with something that'll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock'll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective. FFNet

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4,  5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

[virocci]

wahooie

henlo and welcome back to the life update

featuring me,, viola

i dunno how to start so like hehe

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo i finished alllll my exams :3 i got 4 days free since exam break so i been chilling :D i acc think i did pretty well on my gr12 exams, i alrdy got my grades for ela back and i got 80 on the written and reading comprehension!! thats acc quite good for me lol, i always usually get like 70 on comprehension so am happy :3 am js kinda nervous cuz it takes a minimum of 3 weeks of chem and math to get posted which suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks :(

i also got new glasses today!! i acc choose them back in december but they took 5 weeks to come back :( i think they got lost in the mail or lab lol.

i have work tmrw and its like 2;30am heehe, i acc have hsr farming for sunday relics rn hehe

since i got THE herta ive been building sunday and surprisingly got some good relics for him :3 my only prblem is that my mini herta is kinda trash ehe. ive been tryna pull for jade by js farming for jades but tis kinda hard since non of my teams r rlly good enough for alotta end game content. i have a problem with pulling only supports lol... i also still havent built rappa and i got her day one of her banner... i kinda regret pulling for her since ion rlly even have a team for her :( i've also looked to see abt building rememberance tb but ill prbly do it at a later time to see if they r needed in meta or smthin.

i also havent touched zzz in a while, i should prbly log on to check up on events and stuff ehe. i am still saving for the vtuber girls and i think i have like 100+ pulls and a guarenteed so am js hopin i have enough :D

side notes:

i got miku in fortnite :3 i got her full set since my brother gifted me two emotes from her pack so now im almost done the music pass and have all her stuff :D

I also have been meaning to play p5 royal again except im js too lazy to use my switch...

AND!!! i found out the dude i befriended on strinova is like 30yrs old (WHICH IS CRAZY) so like idk. if vro tries anything ill js block hehe, i have experience, unfortunately. also strinova's new battle pass is acc so cute, i LOVE the medal u get for completing it, its SOOOOO cute. i think imma end up buying this pass as well when i get to lvl 85 hehe.

anyhoodles,,,

eggrolls texted me :/ he asked me for math notes since he's doin math 30 next sem, i told him id send him the notes but kinda js forgot. he also attempted following me back, i js accepted cuz its wtver. he js annoys me now. he would always talk and try to seem deep but tbh he's kinda shallow. he js tryna seem cool i think... me and my wives have a theory that he has some self esteem issues and that js makes his self value be placed in his gf. i wouldnt be surprised if it was his gf who told him to js ghost me. still sucks but who cares ig. i think i'll send him the notes later, am too lazy rn.

my sleep schedule has gone to shit again :( ive been going to bed at 4am everynight, its rlly bad... i shud prbly be going to sleep earlier but i feel like im always up and js not tired :p

tbh the weather has been so shitty, and ive been feeling so shitty. its like so bleh to even do anything... i need to clean out my backpack for the new sem but i havent even done it yet and ion even know where tf my classes are :,) im js NOT looking forward to having to make new friends :( i js hope the ppl in my classes r decent ehe.

oh yahhhh, after my math final i walked in like -20°C (or smthin) to the mall hehe. i called my mom the entire way i walked, it was cold but i was able to go through a hospital nearby to warm up :> when i was there i got a rlly cute tokidoki blindbox figure (it was from the gems set, i got topaz) and like a flocked kirby mini figure with a hot topic giftcard i got from christmas :D I also bought an aventurine (AVENTURINE MY LOVE I LOVE AVENTURINE) keychain from makers as like a reward for doing exams for myself :3

anywayz, am too tired to continue, i duped enough info lol

im kinda excited for sem2 but also kinda scared cuz like ion have classes with any of my friends unfortunanty :( but that js means i have to talk to ppl which kinda sucks hehe

byebye now :3

song for u bcuz ur kool :D

[martyrbat]

[ID: an uncoloured drawing for a panel next to the publicized version. They're both from the comic Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #194. In them, Batman is shown from the waist up. He's looking at Jim Gordon, who's off panel, with a penitent expression after being accused of something he secretly did do. He has his palm pressed against his chest and is blocking the bat emblem as his other hand is clasped ontop of it. In the initial drawing, there's a halo floating above his head as well as several tiny hearts mixed in with the lights that surround him. In the publicized panel, the hearts and halo has been removed and two speech bubbles have been added. He's in front of a terra rose background and is starting to say, “Jim, I don't even know what you're...” But Jim cuts him off, saying, “Stop it. I'm tired of this.”

The third photo is a description of the drawing from the artist's (Seth Fisher) website. It reads: This is another page that the DC editors changed: no halos or hearts around Batman, no matter how (disingenuously) contrite he is. In the final edition, the halo and heart in the center bottom frame have been excised.]

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Petals.

Chapter 25: Coping mechanism.

Monday came with the unfortunately reminder that the exams were next week so they needed to study. Like really study. At least, that was what Hermione told everyone who spoke to her.

Pansy and Blaise were actually hiding from her. Draco would have done the same if it weren’t for the burning feeling on his chest that was begging him to fix the things with Potter, again. Revising right next to the boy was the easiest way to be near without having to actually talk about that bloody weekend.

One problem, though: Ginevra was sitting on the boy’s lap.

Hermione tried to very casually suggest that maybe they could go and spend time with each other somewhere else; Draco was thinking: ‘Yes, somewhere else. Any other place. Leave. Be disgusting in private.’ Ron agreed with her that this was rather unnecessary.

Draco was having trouble keeping the coughs to a minimum. He had evolved to cough, in a very controlled manner, with his mouth close. The petals would accumulate there and the blond boy would swallowed them. After an hour or so, his mouth tasted like blood and daffodils. So fucking disgusting.

Ginevra laughed of something that Potter did and kissed him on the nose. Draco fought the urge to have a coughing fit right there.

“Draco.” He heard the voice and looked up. The hazel-eyed was holding his books, standing in front of the table... Talking to him in front of everyone. He blinked.

“Theo.”

They hadn’t spoken since Sunday morning. The blond boy thought that maybe Theodore regretted the time they spent together that way.

“I need help with Potions.” The brunette said while the corner of his mouth twitched upwards (with a very small gesture). Draco just shrugged and indicated him to sit next to him. The boy shook his head.

“I’m busy right now. After dinner”

And Draco watched him go, being indecently handsome and flirty in the most subtle way possible.

Weasley was watching him, a glint of mischief in his eyes, of complicity.

“Potions” The redhead pronounced every letter dragging it along, enjoying how red Draco’s face got. Hermione hit his head with a book an furiously wrote something in a parchment, looking sideways to check that the happy couple weren’t looking. He leaned to read what it said.

‘He is not out. Ginny doesn’t know. Shut your mouth.’

Then she broke the piece of parchment and returned to her book.

Potter seemed to be unaware of what Theodore had implied. That, or he simply did not care anymore. The daffodils started to hurt him again.

———————

Theodore's kisses were, probably, his new favorite thing in the world. The daffodils didn't agree, though.

The hazel-eyed boy was kissing his neck, Draco grabbed the boy's face and guided him to put his lips over his. He needed to stop thinking. He was seeing the scene in his head: Potter's lovey-dovey eyes when he looked at Ginevra, the redhead sitting on his lap, the way they kissed. The blond boy wanted to shut down his brain, and he only knew a way to do it.

Draco sat on the boy's lap, he heard him moan between the kiss. Theo pulled away just a little so he could speak, smirk in place.

"Did the Golden boy went all cave man on you, after I talked to you on the library?." Draco snorted and a petal escaped from his mouth.

"He doesn't care, Theo."

The brunette kissed him softly before whispering in his ear.

"Yes, he does. He sees me as a fucking threat and I'm loving it."

The mischief in his hazel eyes was the most indecent thing that the blond boy had seen in his short life. Draco laughed and called him a deluded idiot before pushing him to lay on the mattress and kissing him again.

———————

So... Draco had developed a new coping mechanism for the Hanahaki, basically. Every time he saw Potter with Ginevra, he would excuse himself and marched off to find Theodore.

The brunette was, mostly, still busy, but Draco found himself persuading him more than one time to use the Room of Requirement for something else entirely. He just wished that he could distract him so much that he would forget the mission all together.

He was returning from the Room of Requirement, it was almost dinner time and he needed to meet Blaise and Pansy. He was fixing his tie when he found Potter sitting alone by a window on the seventh floor.

The boy didn’t seem to notice him standing there, he kept looking at the window. The drops of rain were sliding down the glass. Draco couldn’t help to stare at the beautiful boy while he watched the rain fall.

He felt like it had been years since he saw Potter alone and brooding, in his very handsome and poetic way, with his green eyes full of emotions. The daffodils started to move inside him. ‘HE IS SO GORGEOUS.’ To which he internally responded ‘Yes, I fucking know already’

“Why don’t you join me? That way you can, at least, stare in a more comfortable way.” Potter said in a sassy tone, his eyes still looking through the window.

He felt the heat invading his face: cheeks, nose and ears. The flowers were thrilled that the boy simply knew that it was him. He forced himself to hold his breath as he walked towards the window and sat in front of him.

The green-eyed boy didn’t look at him, and the stayed in silence for a while... Looking through the window. The boy broke the silence.

“I was right.” Draco just stared at him, confused. Potter didn’t even look at him to explain. “I told you that, if you flirted with him or something, then he would see you: I was right.” The boy snorted. “Now, he can’t even keep his hands to himself for an entire day.”

Draco frowned, he sensed the annoyance in the green-eyed boy... He just couldn’t figure out why was he annoyed.

‘Yes, he does. He sees me as a fucking threat and I'm loving it.’

Could it be?... The daffodils were dancing around, so very happy, inside of him. He resisted the urge to cough.

“Well... I’m not complaining, Potter.” His green eyes glared at him.

“You should. You deserve more than the way he uses you.”

Poor, naive, Golden boy... He didn’t have a clue that, actually, it was the other way around. Theo was the one who took care of him when he was a mess. Theo was the one who offered to be a distraction for him. Theo was the one who asked to keep his first coughed up daffodil. Draco felt kind of guilty about it.

He didn’t want to use Theodore, but he felt like he might just cough daffodils all over the school if he didn’t. The blond boy actually tried to ask the boy about his feelings a few times ,but Theo would just kiss his doubts away or he would tell him to shut up; and the conversations ended right there.

“He is not using me. Believe me, Potter: I’m not doing anything that I don’t wish to do.”

The green-eyed didn’t respond. His eyes were on the bloody window again, moody face in place. After a while he decided that maybe he didn’t want to hear the answer but he was going to ask anyway.

“How are you with your Weasley princess? You seem happy.” Draco asked with his very best fake smile. Potter sighed.

“I don’t know...” Then, he checked to see that they were alone in the hallway, and looked at Draco. “You know how my dad looks at Padfoot?” The boy asked in a low voice, Draco just nodded. “I want that.”

The blond boy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, get in line.”

“Oh shut up, Malfoy. You are not even in the line. You don’t even know what it’s like to be confused about your feelings.”

Draco just stared at him, eyes wide. The boy sighed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Potter.”

The boy looked troubled... The flowers were moving, begging him to get closer, to help with whatever he needed. He wished he could have some time alone in his own mind.

“I like her, I care about her... I just... How do I know if I love her? Shouldn’t it feel earth-shattering or something?”

“Why are you asking yourself this? You barely have been dating for a couple of weeks.” He said trying to appear aloof even thought he was dying to know.

Potter rested his head against the arc of the window and sighed.

“Everyone just keeps making jokes”

“Like what?” The boy looked at him from the corner of his eye, hesitant.

“That we are going to get married and stuff.”

His mouth was forming a little pout. Draco thought it was the cutest thing he ever saw. The flowers were so confused by the conversation that he didn’t even cough at the thought of Potter marring the she-weasel.

“I always thought you would.” The blond boy said shrugging.

The green-eyed boy blushed terribly, and frowned at him.

“Why?”

“Call it a hunch, Potty.”

The boy crossed his arms and looked at the rain again. Draco wished to draw him just like that, so handsome and moody. So very Potter.

“It doesn’t feel like the song.” The boy said in a very low voice, almost like a whisper. Draco hummed in understanding, he meant ‘Love of my life’.

Maybe he would regret this, but fuck it.

“It doesn’t have to feel like that.” The boy turned to look at him, expectant. “Did you know that John Deacon wrote ‘You’re my best friend’ to his wife? Sirius told me.” Potter just shook his head. “That’s another way of loving someone. You don’t need pain and angst to love more or something. You just fall in love and that’s it.”

The dark-haired boy was looking at him. Draco felt like those green eyes were looking for answers in the most deep places hidden inside of him. Draco swallowed the petals that tried to get out from his mouth. Something in that moment felt intimate, mesmerizing. The blush in his cheeks was getting worst.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?” Potter started to say. “You fall in love. I don’t feel like I fell from anywhere.”

And it was so pure when he said it. So innocent. Draco’s mouth twitched in amusement before bursting into laughter.

“This is why I don’t like to talk about feelings. Everyone just laughs.” The boy huffed, and Draco laughed even harder.

“I’m sorry! But it’s just how it’s called! It doesn’t mean anything.” He responded between the laughs.

The green eyes were still looking at him. Potter hesitated to talk.

“Didn’t it feel like falling to you?”

Draco blinked. He remembered those big green eyes and the crooked glasses with the baggy clothes. He remembered the first sassy response he got from the boy on the train. He remembered seeing the boy catching the remembrall at the first quidditch class...

The petals escaped from his mouth as he coughed.

“Yes... It did.”

And Potter’s green eyes looked more conflicted than ever.

[celestialawarenessjourney]

I found this wonderful post and goodness me Archangel Haniel the Archangel of Divine Intuition just perfect for the Venus and Neptune weekend. In fact Venus will be with us for few couple of weeks. The skies are treating us very well for the next few weeks all the planets are all direct. I have been talking about Angels all my life and my Archangels and Angels Teams have been with all my life I'm looking forward to teaching all about Angels and Archangels in the Autumn. This weekend we have Venus and Neptune in the skies blessing us with what feels like instant manifesting magic. However, to make sure that we are not blind sighted by the Neptune energy Archangel Haniel comes to ensure that all is crystal clear by helping us tune into our the higher self. This way throughout the weekend we feel the energy of instant manifestion on tap but or as Abraham Hicks would say swiming down stream and milking it yet we have strong inner knowing. Our dreams will be more fluid. More feeling of happiness and Joy, feeling at ease and at one with the divine. Psychic hits and Deja Vu. We also have Mothers Day on Sunday. I will be lighting a candle 🕯 for my late elderly Mum this year in rememberance of her. We may not be able to be connected with our family members at this time but if you can connect spiritually or physically make the time to connect in ways that helps you to tap into the feminine divine that helps even ruffled feathers and soothe hearts where misunderstandings may have been in the past can now be forgiven along with healed. Archangel Haniel is perfect for this. All in all we should have a good weekend getting ready for the magic but most of all tuning to feel good energy then it's Aries Season yeah baby!🍾🎉 I have lots to say about that with my Aries Moon♈20th March where it becomes show time. Goddess Ostara makes a appearance where we bring her presence into the mix.

[vangoghs-other-ear]

Holidays in France

Les Jours fériés

These are the days that schools, banks, and government offices are closed. Most other businesses are closed as well because France actually gives a shit about its workers.

Jour de l’an 🥳

New Years day - January 1st.

Bonnée Année- Happy New Years

La bise à minuit- Midnight kiss

The French drink champagne and kiss at midnight on December 31st. Maybe some fireworks?

Pâques 🐣

Easter

Le chocolat- chocolate

L’œuf de pâques- easter egg

Its the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox a random ass Sunday in spring.

For Christians its the day that Jesus came back to life after having died that preceding Friday.

French children hunt for eggs delivered by a magical flying bell, rather than a rabbit. Easter itself is always on a Sunday so the actual Jour férié is the day after (the Monday).

Fête du travail 👷‍♀️

Labor day - May 1st

La journée de huit heures- 8 hour work day

La manifestation- protest

It’s day to honor the progress made by the labor movement & celebrate the contribution of workers to society. It’s the same day as international worker’s day.

In France people can buy these little white flowers to wear from trade unions (who are not taxed for the sale of these flowers) to show their support for the labor movement. There are also protests, but they have the vibe of like a parade, like the police aren’t threatening to come at anyone with waterhoses and rubber bullets, you feel me?

Victoire des alliés👨🏽‍✈️

VE day - May 8th

The day the Germans surrendered ending WWII in Europe.

L’ascension ↗️

Ascention - 40 days after Easter

For Christian this is the day that Jesus just kinda floated up to heaven. For everyone else you get a free day off.

Pentecôte 🔥

pentecost - Seventh Sunday after Easter

For Christians this is the day the holy spirit was given to the apostles, appearing as a flame above their heads. Made them capable of speaking every language fluently for a hot second, which sounds like a cool super power to have.

Non Christians don’t really do anything to celebrate

Fête Nationale 🇫🇷

Bastille day - July 14th

Un défilé militaire- military parade

Les feux d'artifices- fire works

Anniversary of the beginning of the French Revolution. Basically the King fired his pro common man cabinet member and replaced him with a royalist which pissed the people off enough that a bunch of them busted into this prison/military fortress in the middle of Paris and fucking took it over.

There’s a military parade down the Champs-Élysées and fireworks.

Assomption 👵🏾

Assomption-August 15th

The catholic holiday for when Mary mother of Jesus just kinda floated away to heaven.

La Toussaint 😇😇

All saint’s day-November 1st

“What if instead of celebrating each saint on their own day we did them all in one? ”- a friggen genius.

Mostly only catholics celebrate, for everyone else it’s just a day off.

Armistice ☮️

Armistice - November 11

Jour de souvenir- rememberance day

Le coquelicot- poppy

Fleurir les tombes des soldats- to lay flowers on the graves of soldiers

The anniversary of the end of WWI.

Traditionally there are 2 minutes of silence beginning at 11:00 the exact time of the armistice. In 2012 the day was officially declared to be a day of remembrance for all French soldiers and veterans, not just those who fought in WWI. Poppies are worn to commerate the dead, and people lay chrysanthemums on the graves of soldiers.

Noël 🎄

Christmas - December 25

Le sapin de Noël- Christmas tree

Père Noël- Santa Claus

Le réveillon/veille de Noël- christmas eve

Joyeux Noël- merry Christmas

Presents are exchanged and/or delivered by Santa. People spend time with their families and have a big meal together. Traditionally the main dish is a turkey. For Christians, they may attend a church service or mass celebrating the birth of Jesus.

[killjoys-atthedisco]

Rememberance Day, Sunday 11th November 2018

If you live in Britain just like me (the date- Saturday 10th November 2018), Remeberance day is only a day away. Unfortunately, I will be doing black smithing on that day, but fortunately, I will either be back at home before 11 o'clock (as I will be at Alcumlow Farm/ really beautiful there - do recommend that you visit their with family or friends as it a really worth while visit, best part about it is the ice cream!) or I will be carrying out the 5 minute silence when I am black smithing. Remembering the fallen in all the wars is really important to me as during WWI, I had 3 great, great, great grandfathers who all died; two were missing in action and was shot dead by the Germans because he was too tall for the trenches and that made him an easy target, even when there wasn't any fighting. Sometimes I wonder what it was like to be risking your lives for your country until you either killed or when war ends. It makes me feel sorry for those who saw the comrades being killed right infront of them. It makes me feel sorry for those who lacked equipment to protect them from harmful gases. It makes me feel sorry for those who did not live a long and happy life. It makes me feel sorry for those scarred (mentally or physically) with the pains of their past. It makes me feel sorry for those decieved about what war was actually like. It makes me feel sorry for families who have lost their loved ones. I have always been considerate of those who have lost loved ones and sometimes it makes me cry when I realise how young people were when they died and the fact that they never saw their families again and will never live a happy life. I visited the National Arboretum in England and learning about all of the effort that was put in by everybody during those hard periods of time makes me fell proud to be British. It makes me feel proud of all the others countries such as America and France about all their efforts all put in together to stand strong and unite as one. Some people think that remembering the past is useless, but it helps us remember what people did back then and the determination they all had. Rememberance Day isn't just about the first and second world wars, but all of the wars that had been fought through all around history. It is good to remember those from previous lives as it makes you feel proud of the people who fight/ fought for you and your country. Lest We Forget.

If you see this, please repost for others to see and so this can be a reminder for everyone of those who have died so that we can live the way we live today. For our freedom and our rights. For our families, friends and everyone else around us. For the food we eat and the water we drink. For the clothes we wear. For everything.

[citchencandleco-blog]

Spring vibes are heavy on this Thursday! Just a quick rememberer we are at @thetrinitybellwoodsflea this Sunday May 27th 10-5 at the gorgeous @thegreathall. We will have plenty of this scent. Swing though and stock up. Good thing we have our signature Coconut Lime candle all year round online in case you miss us this Sunday! So it’s hot weather vibes all the time! Happy Thursday and enjoy the sunshine! . . #citchencandleco #citchencandles #citchencandlco #candle #candles #soycandles #soycandle #handmade #handpoured #handcrafted #smallbatch #homedecor #homestyle #homegoods #canadianmade #canadian #photooftheday #photo #natural #ecofriendly #eco #etsyca #etsy #gift #lifestyle #shoplocal #springtime #springvibes #zerowaste #zerowasteliving (at The Trinity Bellwoods Flea)

[sunilbhavar]

Saturday musings..

October 03, 2020

When the weekend trickles in, it floods out. This was a long weekend, but its almost 60% gone and its only the Sunday that remains. I had hoped that after 6 months of going nowhere, there was an anticipation to drive out and feel the outside wind for a couple of days. But things, as they pan out, are totally different and the confinement continues. There is going out but the rounds are being made to a hospital and there is a constant feeling of anxiety till the ones under medical treatment get it done successfully.

Although, there is a sense of calm and have been trying to mould my mind to just do the needful and not get too emotionally drained out.

Its that day when you wish you could call out someone and wish'em on a birthday. But there is almost no isolation which means a call as per my musing has to be side stepped.

Nevertheless, the wishes and feelings surely go out and hoping that there would be some time to try and compensate the missings. Its just too much of indulgence in family and extended family which is actually creeping into self indulgence.

A birthday now a days is more of a normal day but still its a moment to retrospect and also to anticipate. May the coming year and life ahead be of precious value and let there be love, happiness and success all around.

And let there be a rememberance too...of the sands on the beach.

Regards

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! Curious if you had any existing lists ready to go? :D

Hi Lovely!

I do! And based on this poll here, this is the list you guys want to see!! I hope you enjoy!!

HURT/COMFORT Under 5K Pt. 2

See also:

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 2: 5K to 10K Words

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 3: 10K to 50K Words

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 4: 50K+ Words Pt. 1

==

And When The Night Is Over by Simply Isnt On (K, 329 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Platonic Bed Sharing / Not Slash) – Sherlock and John sleep together.

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this...

My Unfortunately Average Sized Cranium by Haelia (K+, 996 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Headache, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Drug Use, Doctor John) – In which Sherlock has a migraine. ALMOST Johnlock. Not quite.

The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

Sleep Tonight by Jenn1984 (T, 1,220 w, 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Bed Sharing, Worried Sherlock, Sick John, Hugs/Cuddles, Touch Neediness) – Fingers begin prying open his jacket looking for a wound and John would really like to swat at them. No, he's not hit anywhere, he's just damn sick.- John Watson has a fever.

Poppies For John by grannysknitting (T, 1,102 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Rememberance Sunday fic - John notices a discrepancy between Sherlock's stated intent and his actions. Sherlock, for once, explains himself. Friendship or pre-slash, your choice. Intended in honour of those who defend us.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

Hallucinations can't open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose. 

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

3:00 in the Morning is a Great Time to Talk by Aztecwarfareandcrumping (K+, 1,775 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Bed Sharing, First Person POV John, Cuddling, Worried Sherlock, Comforting John, Platonic Affection/Love) – "Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" "Obviously." 

Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1,919 w., 1 Ch || Sherlock POV, Suicidal Ideation, Near-Death, Hospital, Sherlock Whump, Gunshot, Unhappy/Ambiguous Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?” 

Study in John by chappysmom (K+, 2,158 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiP, POV John, Introspection, Friendship, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, John’s Limp) – After the events of "A Study in Pink," John lies on the couch in Baker Street and thinks about the whirlwind events of the day. What is he getting himself into?

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, 2,222 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.

BBCSH 'The Comfort of Company' by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It's a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomolies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

It's Just Another Birthday by Vintage Tea Party (K, 3,207 w., 2 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock’s Birthday, Sherlock 3rd Person POV) – When John makes a birthday cake for Sherlock he thinks its an innocent enough gesture. But nothing is ever normal with Sherlock and this isn't just another birthday. 

Human Body Pillow by Lunavere (K, 4,122 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Five and Ones, Sleepy Johnlock, Bed Sharing) – A story about the five times John fell asleep on Sherlock, and the one time Sherlock fell asleep on him.

What John Doesn't Know (Won't Hurt Him) by blueink3 (NR [T], 4,392 w., 1 Ch, || S3 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Snippets of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Fluff and Angst, Five and One, Hopeful Ending, POV Sherlock) – Five people who see Sherlock's scars before John Watson. But Sherlock's secrets were never something he could keep from his blogger for long.

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (T, 4,743 w., 1 Ch. || PTSD, Character Study, Rescue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Torture, Trauma, Danger, Drama, Kidnapping/Captivity) – The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

[ashbossedup-blog]

Good morning hustlers! Happy Sunday! Im on my grind today after a few days of moving slow, but all is okay!!!!! Love to all and have a blessed day!!! #love #inspire #rememberence #hustle #grind #workflow #singlemomof2

[nightmarist]

Personal Correspondences from my Grimoire

Months

January - Beginning, endings, transition, changes, triumph, growth

February - Purification, ceansing, antiquity, death, renewal, healing, forgiveness

March - Fortune, action, warning, danger, caution, panic, now or never

April - Growth, love, beauty, prosperity, kindness, gentle, care

May - Profit, goods, services, greatness, success, accomplishments, achievement

June - Loyalty, fiedlity, partnership, entrepeneur, relationship, success

July - Continuation, prosperity, formation, groups, friends, peers

August - Protection, enchantment, work, plenty, prosperity, dignity

September - Rememberance, reflection, introspection, mourning, knowledge, knowing, wisdom

October - Death, transformation, age, change, liltness, liminality, spirits

November - Frenzy, madness, speed, gradual stop, sectionality

December - Ending, finality, togetherness, peers, gifts, turning point, change, adapt

Days

Monday - emotion, introspection, glamour, prophecy, divination

Tuesday - protection, wards, detail, dreams, illusion, defense

Wednesday - transportation, movement, motion, clarity, ingenuity

Thursday - cursing, pain, strength, gateway, escape, change

Friday - love, attraction, rest, rejuvenation, sexuality, passion

Saturday - cleansing, protection, shadow, curse, dreams

Sunday - success, bold, prosperity, rest, health, hope, future

Moon Phases

Waxing - Loss, toned down, to a lesser degree, mourning, change, ahead, hiding, break curses

Waning - Growth, prosperity, love, freedom, relationships, happiness, inspiration 

Full Moon - Power, enchantment, magic, strength, healing, wishes, joy, celebration, blossom, spirit

3/4 Moon - Release, patience, nurture, refine

Half Moon - Transition, momentum, challenges, adjustment, decomposition, forgiveness, roots, attention

Crescent Moon - Fresh energy,imagination, focus, rest, restoration, reflection, intuition

New Moon - New beginnings, possibility, cleansing, creation, cycle, begin anew, start over, finality, end, death

Blue Moon - Special happenings, wishing, connectio, beauty, love, greatness, feeling

Moons Of the Year

There are many names for the full moons in months. I have named the Blue and New Moons as well for personal use. 

January

Full - Wolf Moon - Shadow work, introspection

Blue - Cold Moon - Transformation, ending

New - Chaste Moon - Cleansing, renewal, change

February

Full - Snow Moon - Rewnewal, antiquity

Blue - Missing Moon - Death, purification

New - Hunger Moon - Healing, forgiveness

February cannot have a blue moon. Instead, it does not have a Full moon, and thus the New Moon in February is the Missing Moon. 

March

Full - Worm Moon - Fortune, action

Blue - Sap Moon - Now or Never

New - Crow Moon - Caution, warning, danger

April

Full - Pink Moon - Love, Beauty

Blue - Phlox Moon - Kindness, Gentle

New - Planter’s Moon - Growth, Prosperity

May

Full - Flower Moon - Accomplishments, achievement

Blue - Bright Moon - Success, Greatness

New - Mlk Moon - Services, profit, goods

June

Full - Strawberry Moon - Loyalty, fidelity

Blue - Honey Moon - Relationship, partnership

New - Rose Moon - Romance, ardoration, love

July

Full - Hay Moon - Prosperity, continuation

Blue - Formation, newness

New - Mead Moon - Groups, peers

August

Full - Dog Moon - Dignity, protection

Blue - Barley Moon - Enchantment

New - Grain Moon - Work, plenty

September

Full - Corn Moon - Knowledge, wisdom 

Blue - Hazel Mon - Mourning, remembrance 

New - Grain Moon - Work, plenty

October

Full - Blood Moon - Transformation, change

Blue - Travel Moon - Spirits, travel

New - Dying Moon - Death, liminality, sacrifice

November

Full - Beaver Moon - Gradual stop, sectionality

Blue - Mourning Moon - Mourning, reflection

New - Dark Moon - Frenzy, madness

December

Full - Frost Moon - Divination, future, end, finality

Blue - Long Nights Moon - Togetherness, patience, long wait

New - Oak Moon - Friends, gifts, peers

Harvest Moon - Moon closest to the Autumn equinox. Harvest, Plenty, wealth, prosperity, reaping rewards, successes

Hunter’s Moon - Next moon after Harvest Moon. Danger, yearning, hunger.

[dieellendie-blog]

South of the border, west of the sun.

i was unable to sleep last night. ran out of books. genius here thought reading through instagram messages would be a good idea. 

what an absolutely fond collection of memories, excitement, desire and well, happiness. What a beautiful transition in my life.

seems like a different time, different people now. But proud of the way we handled such an overpowering situation with selflessness. okay not at all times. But I feel a lot of mature behaviours were exhibited. And I enjoyed every minute of it

I will never forget that time. Whatever the reason for it was. But I will never, ever forget the ability of finding such joy in a person. Such excitement, giddyness and physical attraction. Where a thumb against a hand could make my knees give way.

What a lovely way to take me out of such an emotional pit and end my time in this stunning country.

I will be staying where we met for two days in two weeks and I will visit that cafe we spent monday morning and take a polaroid for myself and remember it as the most content I had felt in months. Drinking instant coffee with powdered whitener, a ghastly sight of a bucket margarine growing bacteria, somebody casually sawing a fucking shell-ridden curtain, a headache piercing through my head, the overhanging doom of work but still. I had never felt happier or more excited. I will look at the photo anytime I consider settling for anything less emotionally exciting, or feeling less important. If I can’t spend four hours on the phone to someone, genuinely captivated by everything they have to say, what’s the point. If someone can’t make me feel as great as you did then it will no longer be worth my time. 

Starting to countdown to a new chapter now and I want to thank you for all the small elements of happiness you brought me, the heartache you eased, the worth you made me see in myself and the whirlwind you positively brought to my life. Such a short time that went so fast, but one ofthe fondest and craziest phases of my life. Two absolute lost, confused freaks trying to be sensible.

My favourite author, Haruki Murakami, he is ridiculously talented and sickening with words. But alot of his books have an underlying feeling of rememberance of ‘the one that got away’ - so many of his characters are people going about daily life but never forgetting this one girl it just never worked with. For reasons beyond their control. They marry, they work, build lives. But on Sunday afternoons, out for a walk in the park, listening to records. They always wonder about that person. I do often think though...at chance meetings like this, where it goes so fast. It feels so perfect because there wasn’t enough time to encounter the bad in that person and memories of only their best remain. 

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”

“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.”

“The feel of her hand has never left me. It was different from any other hand I'd ever held, different from any touch I've ever known. Yet those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had to know. By taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. That within the real world, a place like this existed. In the space of those ten seconds I became a tiny bird, fluttering into the air, the wind rushing by. From high in the sky I could see a scene far away. It was so far off I couldn't make it out clearly, yet something was there, and I knew that someday I would travel to that place.”

“For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.”

“Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize. I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. ”

“ We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole. I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground.  Things that have form will all disappear. But certain feelings stay with us forever. Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.”

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As wrong as it was, I enjoyed every single second of it. And I will never,ever forget you. 

[wasalwaysagreatpickle]

Sunday 18 February 1827

6 3/4

12 5/60

My bowels pretty well – I seem to have got over my bilious attack – Colder than ever this morning – finished dressing – done at 8 1/2 – then got my clothes ready for the wash, and write the washing bills ready to put the numbers and prices tonight – which took me 1/2 hour – then did last week’s summary and at my accounts (calculating 1 thing or other) till 11 20/60 – then breakfast – 

I think I can pay all but my private expenses for two hundred franks a week? – 

In my weekly housekeeping account has never been so little as last week – and it might have been 7/. less well enough – nothing like these weekly summaries, and constantly looking over one’s account – wrote the last 4 lines, and went in to read prayers at 11 35/60 - read the prayers and sermon 12 bp. [Sandford] – and came back to my room at 12 40/60 – 

Read over my letters written yesterday to Mr and Mrs D- [Duffin] mention my aunt’s being marvellously recovered [nobody] as happy is she ever was in her life, and as Dr Tupper observed, may live these dozen years, but cannot bear travelling. I see no prospect of her bearing to return [more] present end of our remaining here’; yet if she continues as well as is now, I can leave her quite well for a few weeks per summer, and shall try the D- [Duffin’s] hospitality – count upon being in England if not next summer, next summer 12 month – in the meantime ‘I much wish Mr Jonathan Gray to send me his account’ – of course he will take care of the probate copy of my uncles will – got the rough draft of my own signed and witnessed at Lawton – 

Our apartment ‘a little too high up’ but ‘the picture of comfort’ when we got into it – we should have preferred a 2nd – it is the floor generally preferred – people think nothing of 60 steps – mention the situation and its [malice] – say I have ordered 25 dozen excellent Burgundy ‘of the best vintage there has been for long, 1822’ – ask the D- [Duffin’s] to come and help us off with it – and say I will try to give Mr D- [Duffin] some good claret, his favourite wine – have no spare room – nobody has here – but will get them lodged somewhere near – never minded the exports of war – ‘though our apartment is furnished for us, et cetera of one set or other have cost us a hundred pounds’ – ‘on comparing the prices with Mariana, she says, ‘I think all household goods are higher priced with you, than here - …. their linen would have cost you 1/2 what it has done in France’ – there is no saving in English – frequented foreign capitals, but by reducing establishments, and living abroad like little people, instead of although – like great ones’ – say I did not visit at all – 

Mention not having been quite well since my arrival – having ‘suffered from what I never suffered before, indigestion’ – seem better for my late bilious attack – ‘our wood and charcoal will cost us about £80 a year 4 constant fires’ … ‘How is Eliza Raine’ – will see Mr Marsh said to winters low the next time I go to England – Have anxiously expected hearing from Steph – have made all allowances – so well satisfied with the effect of his medicines, will now excuse him if he does not write at all – my rememberances to him and Mrs Henry Stephen Belcombe, the Bests, Mrs Anne and Miss Gage, the Yorkes and Cromptons – 

P.2 (to Mr D- [Duffin]) contains great part of the quotations from the pamphlet (vide p.111) observing ‘the above passage bear some striking an analogy to the corresponding sentiments expressed by our able minister; they are, therefore, so doubtedly interesting for the [pen] of a foreigner, and so curious as an illustration either of the borrowing of opinions, or of the sameness of opinions upon the momentous subject in great and original minds, that I made no apology for thus filling my paper …..there is plenty to talk of, I think of here, without war – these are altogether eventful times – that one line, ‘fera triompher la raison universelle ….. will make me reason universally triumph over all superstitions politcial and religious’, contains the secret of our national incompatibility with all the [apostolics] of our day – Here may be the soil, and here the seed ahead sown, of future discord; but I think the time of harvest is not come as yet; and a few more summers may have passed us by, ere that ‘war of opinion’ commence, whose end no human foresight can foresee – surely it is impossible for an Englishman to live here, and not reflect, - and to reflect without being thankful that he is what he is, a subject of the happiest, and perhaps the best, and most perfect government that was ever yet vouchsafed to man – our croakers may croak as they please – send them to this next happiest country to our own, and let them bear with their ears, and see with their eyes, and understand with their understandings if they have any, and surely, they will return home, and be satisfied. I mean not to complain of France; it is a good an pleasant land; I am resident and comfortable here; but take it all in all, there is no place like England’ - …… ‘but the climate is delightful; one is happy by the mere influence of the air; and, as I sauntered the other morning before breakfast in the Bois de Boulogne, I could not help saying to myself, we have no air like this in England’ – ask him to wafer his next letter – 

Wrote the last 21 lines of the last p. and so far of this which took me till 1 50/60 – from 2 to 5 1/2 read over Mrs James Dalton’s last letter; and wrote her 3pp; small and close and the ends and under the seal – mention our apartment as ‘all we wanted; but we [soar] for it; and you certainly would have no occasion to say, ‘Friend go up higher’ – ask if she is ‘turned radical reformer, and determined to abolish all places whatsoever’ that she will not let me remain ‘purveyor general of jujubes’ – beg to ‘keep my appointment for life’ – ‘my memory towards my friends is better than many of them seem to imagine – so think continental air bad for it; so think it cannot live without letter writing; - so think one thing some another – I recognised Marianne’s handwriting in the direction of your letter – she never sends her love to me – give mine to her, and tell her, ‘caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt’ – hope to see them at the Rectory one of these days – fancy Isabella not well – uneasy about her ‘should I be able to cross the water for 2 or 3 weeks next summer, perhaps she will return with me’ – 

‘I have not been quite well since our arrival here (in Paris), and am still listless and lethargic’ – do not visit at all – have not been once to the theatres this winter – do not like to leave my aunt in an evening – ‘I have not yet made an attempt to get into any literary society’ not therefore seen Mr Bankes – should I meet with him will think of Mrs James D- [Dalton] should like to know him – 5000 English here, instead of the 1500 last winter – the [comte/count] de Montlosiers works have produced a strong sensation – the duch d’angoulême said to have gone on her knees to prevail upon the King not to dismiss the 3 members of the academy – the duke d’angoulême said to have prevailed the dissolution of the whole academy and the creation of new peers among the [groups] being against cramming the press low down the peoples [thoughts] whether they will or not – 

Mention the excess cold – Diligence horses covered with a sheet of icicles – ‘I was particularly struck by this the other day’ (last time but I went to Madame Irlande) ‘having never before seen 5 dark bay horses so completely metamorphosised into as many white [bears]’ –

Distress here among the lower classes – no trade, and bankrupts every day – Mrs L- [Lawton’s] remark on the dearness of our linen good [brief] and [neat] at 6 1/2 pence a lb and veal at 9 pence – with this exception, we found all eatables [dearer] than in our [dear] [past] part of Yorkshire, at home – House rent enormous – our wood and charcoal will cost us about or upwards of £80 a year for only 4 constant fires during the winter, and bedroom fires very occasionally – Live from hand to mouth - …. ‘no spare rooms – no store – rooms – one markets every day – They have a proverb here ‘(Madame Sené told it me just before we came here), ‘Les provisions ruinent ‘les maisons’ – True, if, as they say, all French servants are thieves – But the climate is delightful – we have everything in the world we want – we have made ourselves at home, and are really very comfortable – I wish you could come, and see…..Believe me, my regard for old friends cannot die away; and absence will be the last enemy that prevails against it – my heart is in its old place, and will not budge for time and distance – Trust me, I am no forgetter of my friends and am, and always shall be very truly and affectionately yours A L – [Anne Lister]’ 

From 5 1/2 to dinner danced about a little – washed my hands – sat musing – Dinner at 6 5/60 – in the drawing room at 8 – slept – came to my room at 9 40/60 – 1/2 hour over the washing bills – then wrote the last 22 1/2 lines of the last page and so far of this which took till 10 50/60 – very fine day – hard frost –

Sat ten minutes on the pot and had a little motion – 

I think the raisenet de Bourgogne does my bowels good –

Very hard frost, coldest morning. 

Fahrenheit 13˚ at 7 a.m. 15 at 8 a.m.  27 at 12 3/4 p.m. 26 at 6 p.m. 25 at 10 p.m.

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