#january entry

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

January: The Revealed Truth of an Unchanged Feather

AU Types- Arranged Marriage/Wings

Dialogue Prompt- "I told you not to touch that"

Summary: Bilbo and Thorin struggle through their new life as Prince and Consort. Bilbo hopes it can evolve into a loving relationship eventually, but when he is caught outside the mountain by orcs, he may come closer to understanding Thorin’s true feelings.

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He knew what the Ereborians, and his husband specifically, must have thought of him. With their corvid wings of bone and feather. That he was too soft, too weak. Bilbo’s wings snapped together angrily as he continued his survey of his living quarters. He wished he could show them. Show Thorin. Prove his worth. However, in the two months of their marriage, Bilbo had left the palace thrice with escorts, and only once on his own. An experience he wasn’t willing to replicate after the amount of stares he had garnered. He sighed as he fingered a strange clamp device that was sitting out on the table.

“I wouldn’t touch that.”

“What?” Bilbo gasped, whirling around quickly.

So quickly in fact, that the clamp bit down on his right wing. The unexpected weight dragged him to the ground to keep it from ripping his wing apart. Bilbo groaned as he heard Thorin snort before moving towards him.

“I told you not to touch that.” Thorin offered as he helped Bilbo to remove it.

“What is it?” Bilbo demanded aghast after being freed and back on his feet.

“Wing weight. Strengthens them for long flights.”

Bilbo’s eyes fell to his husband’s glossy black raven wings, reminded once more of their differences. A silence settled over them that neither seemed apt to break despite the uncomfortability of it. 

“So what have you been doing today?” Thorin finally asked, putting the weight away.

Bilbo grimaced, trying to quickly come up with something that didn’t sound like he had been musing all morning over their nonexistent relationship.

“Not much.” He answered lightly. “Did a bit of reading. Wrote some letters for the Shire. That sort of thing.”

Thorin turned to him suddenly. “You didn’t leave the suite again.” He accused.

Bilbo dropped his eyes, letting his wings flit nervously behind him. “Ah…no. No, I did not.”

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[thepoggersdilemma]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Relationships: Apollo x Wright Additional Tags: Mentioned Clay Terran, Gay Bar, Drunk Dancing, First Kiss, Fluff and Angst, Disbarred Phoenix Wright, POV Apollo Justice, Phoenix Wright Angst, Drinking Summary:

Justice and Wright met once in between the two months it took Apollo to follow up on Wright's job offer. It only reinforced his belief on Wright being both a nuisance and someone he desperately wished to help.

YOPT 2025 January Prompts: first kiss | “may i have this dance”

[jojo-schmo]

Kirbtober 2024- Forgotten Land Roleswap Edition

23: Wish

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Best Friend x GN! Reader

There was a notorious bully in your class, a beautiful self-entitled nepo bitch who only knew how to smoke and pissed her off. You on the other hand were far from the luxuries your classmates lived in, just someone trying to survive with the high school scholarship you received from the government.

You had always wondered why she didn't target you who were obviously a soft prey instead of one of the many rich girls. You wondered for a year until you finally realized the answer.

It was when you almost got yourself into trouble with her. She threatened you that you would be her next victim and you boldly declared that she wouldn't even though you weren't completely certain of your reasoning.

That you understood her.

"You are just envious of them. Of how lonely you are and how loved they are instead."

In short, the bully, Im Seonmi, was just a petty child who didn't want to see other kids happy from what she couldn't have. The warmth from their parents, the acknowledgment they received, and the support that they needed.

It was almost just as simple as that, that you noticed how this bully was actually smart and a lonely bitch, made her fall for you. She knew what she was getting herself into and paid no mind to what it might lead to. Even if she couldn't put the feelings she felt in a word, she still craved for you. To have you.

The friendship between you two bloomed and now she was ready to squeeze her way into your school life, uni life, career life, and even your marriage life. You would not notice how she had steered your life for forty years until it was too late.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Thursday, January 30th, 1919

"Such is the cold today that I doubt whether I can go on with my disquisition. On such a day one would need to be of solid emerald or ruby to burn with any flame, & not merely dissolve into grey atoms in the universal grey."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

[thedeluxedoll]

[lonestarflight]

"GEMINI-2 REENTRY-This photograph is an enlargement of a frame from a 16 motion plature ausora swhich was mounted within the GT-2 spaoscraft to take film through the hatch dndow. The spacecraft at this point is in the reantry phase of its return through the earth's atmosphere.

Peak hosting exists on the spacecraft heat shield. The white glow is produced by ionised gases. The groanish tinge to the white glow is probably the contribution of the ablative products (of the heat shield) as they are known to have strong spectral lines in the green region. The bright streaks are probably hot fragments from the dre and tubing fairings located near the heat shield. The altitude is 173,000 feet. The Mach number is 19.0. The inertial velocity is 22,150 feet per second"

Real time video of the re-entry: link

Date: January 19, 1965

NASA ID: S65-13165, S65-13167

[mostofmyfriendsaredogs]

January 2025 Rescue Update - All Dog Stuff

Rory's 13th Gotcha Day happened, bringing his estimated age to 14 years old. Aside from dental issues, he is in perfect health. Snowstorms saw the smaller dogs struggling to navigate the changing terrain... but we had such a lovely time together! The power went out a couple times, for a total of about 24 hours. The cabin was alive with flickering candlelight and we enjoyed cozying up together.

Puddle's tooth was removed around the beginning of the month. She needs antibiotics and then a major dental workup. I'm scrambling to re-establish stable employment. I haven't gone 24 hours without applying for a job since late last Fall. Donnie is working harder than ever. We've fallen behind on very necessary vetting.

Daily focus is placed on shaping healthy behaviors and the dogs are trained in short, frequent bursts. Our journey is to build joy and confidence that empowers each dog to be a perfect canine best friend. Behavior is communication. Dog walks start between 9am and 10am with up to 4.5 hours between. Ultimately the weather and their individual needs determine how this goes. As a great trainer often says, "you make the plan but the dog sets the pace." Our last walk at 10pm or later and the majority of the dogs will be crated for the night. I cannot understate how hard Donnie and I work to avoid just letting the dogs out and we never just leave a dog outside unsupervised. The dogs enjoy a daily meal with food rewards and puzzles throughout and the cats are free fed. I think this is best, unless your cat has specific needs or difficulty maintaining a healthy weight. Biweekly (ishh) I give each dog their nail trimmin, groom them, baths if necessary, and give their crate/bed an aggressive cleaning. Obviously there's a lot of maintenance and a fuck ton of cleaning in between, but this is essentially how I structure my month. Every Saturday, errbody gets physical examination to stay ahead of any issues. You will need your warm hands, adequate lighting, and more importantly than anything: patience. Once I'm sure my dog or cat is relaxed, I gently inspect their face. At this time I am paying special attention to their eyes and surrounding tissues. Is anything pale or inflamed, for example? Once I'm satisfied that everything's kosher on the surface I take my attention to the inside and the delicate folds of the ears. If nothing's icky or weird I look closely at the nose and take a peek (remember gently) at their teeth and gums. If it's all good in the hood, we'll finish up by checking on the feet and toes. Note:Whenever I do nails, I trim excess fur from the feet. This makes the whole foot inspection bit go waaay more smoothly. Dharma passed away on January 26. It is with extreme grief that I write. I am devastated. I intend to honor her by being the person she always saw when she looked at me. It’s difficult to go on. I’ll always love her so much. We did everything together. Eat, sleep, walk, play, everything… and my life was far richer for it. 💔

[toyastales]

Coral, pink, and green are a fascinating color trio.

[faerie-pteri]

sleeping rainbow 💕

[flowercrowncrip]

I just submitted all my evidence for my youth work qualification! Fingers crossed they don’t want me to change anything

[mariaartlane]

"Underneath the Fireworks"

I'm alive BITHCES *pass out from exhaustion*

[crashnbrn]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[literarylullaby]

entry 002

januarary 20th, 2024

successfully spoke three times at my first senior seminar class, although I did completely blank out for the first hour… at I least tried! other than that school was exhausting and long because I barely slept the night before. I just came home to eat dinner, change into my pj and read my book before starting it all over again tomorrow.

oh also I started watching the new season of castlevania nocturne but i’m not sure if im the only one who feels this way but it just does not have the same spark as the original castlevania show. I dont feel as connected to any of these characters but I miss the world of castlevania so much that i’m staying for the vibe.

—reading wise, i’m about 200 pages into the will of the many by james islington. so far enjoying it but i cant really say much about the plot because i still feel like I don’t have all the puzzle pieces together to overall critic the authors work.

I haven't been on Instagram and TikTok for a whole week. I usually pride myself on being a bit of a moderate Luddite, but for the past four months, I downloaded TikTok as a way to seek inspiration, but I came up with the most prominent addiction to my phone. I used to delete my app and keep my account, but I had no self-control. I wasted so much time on Booktok rather than reading, so I deleted the whole account. I’d miss all the creators I followed, but luckily, they’re now on YouTube. so far, having no “dopamine convenient” social media; for now, I have substack, Tumblr and YouTube (I only consume a limited amount of videos to avoid doom scrolling for too long). I love Substack so much; it's exactly what I want: people writing about their interests and niches (apps with barely any ads!). Anyways the most important thing is I feel so much healthier and aware of just the amount of time I have when I don't doom scroll my life away. I have so much to say about this topic but agian its close to midnight… i should sleep

🎼 as it was by hozier

[remembertheplunge]

Truly one of the more unique days in my life.

1/9/1990 Tuesday

Truly one of the more unique days in my life. I dunno. Amazing. I wish this pen  could just write and write and write until the whole day was somehow laid out for preservation.  I’d like to take it piece by piece and study it.

1/10/1990

It all revolved around the trial of John Jones and the expertise of my Eye Witness Identification expert. John Jones was found not guilty both counts! Wow! I feel numb, nothing and a tiny inkling of joy. I sat there and started crying (at home, not at work) I felt that my closing argument went well. I feel loss as the characters from this play (the trial) are gone forever, never to be seen again.. I feel a falling feeling. Why? I won. I feel almost guilt, exhaustion. Why am I representing and getting offf bad guys? On the other hand, proud to be involved in a system of trial by fire. You want him (convicted), you work for him. In this case, they didn’t get him. And, it’s nice to think that John Jones is not going to jail. He is not possibly awaiting prison tonight. He’s not in agony or in limbo. I guess that the past few days have been really hard on him. As beautiful as he is physically, he is a  strikingly pathetic figure.. He seemed to own two sweaters, a pair of pants and white high top tennis shoes. He lived in this car for awhile. He lives from woman to woman. He wanted so much for me to believe in him. To accept him. I couldn’t. And, maybe that’s what rips me up the most. To the end, I remained invisible. An extension of him that vanished when its useful purpose was at an end. Like the large claw that fell off there crab in my fish tank. I feel like I did when a play ended. Removed from family and friend.  But, the result is a good result. Worth the brutal fight. A Stanislaus State class watch the whole thing. So, we learned together. 

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Notes:  6/11/2024

I had forgotten about every aspect of this trial except for the Eye Witness Identification expert. He flew in for the trial. I think that he stayed in my guest room at my house in Modesto. I know that he went to the gym with me.

I have changed a lot in my approach to practicing criminal law since 1990. I never would say now that I feel guilty for representing bad guys. I represent the individual who has been accused by the state of committing a crime. The state has to prove to a certainty that a crime was committed and my client committed it. The state’s case is on trial. If the state can’t meet the burden of certainty, my client can say and do nothing in defense and prevail. John Jones was not my client’s real name.

Stanislaus State was a college located in Turlock which is about 15 miles south of Modesto, California where the trial was held.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Wednesday, January 13th, 1915

"The afternoons now have an elongated pallid look, as if it were neither winter nor spring."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell