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[duckprintspress]

Duck Prints Press Kinks Your October!

Love prompt-a-day challenges? So do we, which is why we thought it would be fun to put together our own Kinktober list – assembled collaboratively with input from interested Duck Prints Press contributors. And now here we are! Welcome to the Duck Prints Press Kinks-Your-Tober challenge – 31 days of prompts, three prompts per day, loads of horny ideas there for the taking!

This is a rules-light challenge with no minimum word count or minimum art amount or whatnot. We’re kinking up your October, so anything goes! Pick one prompt per day or mix-and-match all three. Create fiction, art, graphics, playlists, or whatever else floats your boat. Fanworks or original works welcome. Combine our list with other October lists or don’t. Anything goes!! The only thing we won’t tolerate? Intolerance: no kinkshaming, shipshaming, fandom hate, etc.

We’re not reblogging or boosting works; this is a lowkey, for-fun challenge for y’all and for us. But, if you post your accurately tagged work to AO3, we encourage you to add it to the Kinks-Your-Tober 2024 collection.

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HAPPY KINKING, Y’ALL!

Full list in text form (read more):

Oct. 1: breathplay – sentient creature bestiality – collars Oct. 2: incubus/succubus – heat sex – breast worship Oct. 3: wax play – stone top – wartenberg wheel Oct. 4: xenophilia – human furniture – tailfucking Oct. 5: somnophilia – roleplaying – piercings Oct. 6: age play – oviposition – rough sex Oct. 7: nipple orgasm – suspension bondage – wireplay Oct. 8: service top – watersports – clothing kink Oct. 9: public use – tentacles – breeding kink Oct. 10: pervertable – come inflation – cigar/ash play Oct. 11: pet play – consensual non-consent – hair kink Oct. 12: knifeplay – mutual masturbation – sensation play Oct. 13: praise kink – fucking machine – wing kink Oct. 14: ice play – magical healing dick – safeword use Oct. 15: boot worship – clit/cock warming – melolagnia Oct. 16: biting – cock-and-ball torture – rut sex Oct. 17: sex work – size kink – hand/finger kink Oct. 18: exhibitionism – face sitting – underwater sex Oct. 19: blood play – vaginal/anal plug – merpeople Oct. 20: belly bulge – chastity – figging Oct. 21: objectification – voice kink – first time Oct. 22: lingerie kink – dollification – fisting Oct. 23: fire play – pampering – self-cest Oct. 24: handcuffs – hemipenes/hemiclits – glory hole Oct. 25: voyeurism – double penetration – S&M Oct. 26: lacatation – orgasm delay or denial – kneeling Oct. 27: overstimulation – dry humping – android/cyborg Oct. 28: dendrophilia – creature shifter – impact play Oct. 29: public sex – omorashi – electrical play Oct. 30: sex pollen – cunnilingus/blow job – humiliation Oct. 31: sex toys – power bottom – knotting

[loganhowlettshousewife]

animal

epilogue

friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.

warnings: pregnancy

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every day since you found out you were pregnant, you’ve found logan in what used to be an unused office. it’s the room closest to yours, just across the hall, and where your daughter will stay until she’s old enough to sleep through the night, to be further from logan and yourself. you plan to redo the guest room to her tastes eventually, but first you need to get through the early months with her.

logan refuses to allow her first bedroom to be anything less than perfect, though you’ve told him time and time again that she won’t remember it. you think it might be his way of getting rid of the anxious energy that courses through him, the worry that he won’t be a good enough father, that he’ll hurt her somehow. he’s good at building, at working with his hands. he may not know how to be a father, but he can do this for her.

he goes out to the hardware store and returns with materials for custom shelves and a dresser, never mind the fact that he could go to any furniture store and buy premade sets, already measured and cut, ready to be assembled. he paints the walls a pastel yellow, meticulous and careful. the colour looks strange surrounding him, though not in a negative way, a man who surrounds himself in dark shades standing in a room of bright colours.

your big, tough husband, reduced to putty by his unborn daughter.

you’ve been watching him day after day, your new favourite way to pass the time, enjoying the flex of his muscles as he works. you’re only five months along, there’s plenty of time, but logan acts as though every day that passes without the house being completely ready for the new addition to your family is a travesty of the highest order, a crime against him personally.

you mock him for it, but his dramatics are awfully endearing. he cares so much, occasionally so overcome by feelings that he doesn’t know how to express them. the animal in him comes out more during such moments, when he’s overwhelmed with it.

he’s more protective now, something you’d previously never thought possible, and clingier too. he says your scent is different, says there’s a second scent mixed into your own that must be your daughter’s, the beginnings of her own person manifesting painfully slow and yet much too fast.

you feel her growing and changing inside you, the strangest sensation and yet one that never fails to take your breath away. you spend nights with your hand pressed to your stomach, not convinced that she’s real, worried that your bump might disappear if you let go for a second too long, a dream lost to the winds, merely a reach away and yet impossible to touch.

you watch logan’s large arms move with every stroke of the paintbrush, muscles flexing in his arms and shoulders and back, and without realising it you find yourself at his side, a hand reaching out to trace over the lines of his body. he acknowledges your presence with a kiss to the top of your head but nothing more, refusing to allow his concentration to be broken. it’s a testament to his devotion to his daughter, as he would usually drop anything if it meant getting to hold you in his arms.

“do you think she’ll be like you?” you ask, a thought that’s fluttered through your mind briefly but never stuck around for long, always distracted by something or another.

“you mean a mutant?” logan clarifies, his movements faltering. it’s still not something he adores about himself, not the way you do, though he no longer wakes up every morning drowning in an ocean of self-hatred and despair. it’s become something to accept, a part of him that he cannot change, and therefore something that there is no point in fighting.

there is no reason to ponder on what ifs when it is an impossibility. so with your love and reassurance, he’s found a middle-ground, a peace where he can allow his instincts to be free and yet doesn’t feel confined on the days where he does feel more man than animal.

“yes,” you agree, “i mean a mutant.”

he sighs, a sound that gets caught in his throat, grip tightening around the handle of the paintbrush. your fingertips prod at his hand, poking at his tight grip until he lets go just enough for you to pry it from his hold, placing it down on an old newspaper he’d left on the floor to protect the wood.

“be honest with me,” you say, “i just want the truth.”

it’s a game you play sometimes, a system you’ve created from your deep knowledge of logan’s thought process, to use when logan feels something that he worries isn’t right to say, that he worries you’ll dislike. you’ve had to teach him that his feelings are valid, that there is nothing wrong with them one way or another, that his thoughts are a product of his lifetimes. it doesn’t mean you’ll agree, but you’ll always listen.

“i don’t want her to be like me,” logan admits at last. you’d expected the words, the sentiment, but it still stabs you in the chest, a knife he doesn’t know he’s wielding. “she deserves to be normal, like you. i don’t want her going through anything i have.

“but she’ll have us,” you remind him, “she’ll have you to teach her that it’s okay to exhibit these behaviours, although there’s a time and place for them as there is for all things, that she can be herself and there’s nothing wrong with that. and she’ll have both of us here to make sure no one can try to take her away, to hurt her the way they hurt you.”

he shrugs, doesn’t give you a verbal response, but he holds eye contact with you for what feels like days before eventually nodding once. it’s the best you’re going to get from him now, but you have four more months to talk about it, and perhaps years until you discover if your daughter truly is a mutant - since logan had confided that his mutation had developed in his early childhood, not at birth as some others do.

you kiss him, hopeful that he can read your thoughts and feelings on the curve of your lips, feel the love you hold for him in the way your hands press to his back, wanting him as close to you as possible. 

“i’m going to make us lunch,” you say, glancing outside at the mid-afternoon sun and the pale blue sky free of clouds. you’re already coming up with ways to pull logan away from his work, promises to whisper in his ear, smiling as your hands linger on his body. “i think baby wants to take advantage of the sunny weather.”

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[minuino]

fluff ꕀ husband kirishima! x fem!reader ⸝⸝ established relationship

husband kirishima! who is always determined to make your mornings special. no matter how tired he is from patrol, he always wakes up extra early to cook you something nice before you head off to work. although he’s not the best cook, it’s the effort that counts—at least that’s what he always tells himself. he’s all about the little things: leaving sticky notes with doodles or loving messages on top of your lunchbox,, which is always paired with your favorite drink. “Don’t worry about the burnt toast, it adds a bit of crunch to it! Good luck at work today, I love ya!” you giggle as you read the cute note, slipping the lunchbox into your bag before heading out for the day.

husband kirishima! who is determined to become a great cook, even if his enthusiasm often leads to chaos in the kitchen. one time he nearly set the oven on fire trying to bake you a birthday cake—the kitchen filled with smoke, the fire alarm blaring, and him flailing with an oven mitt to save what was left of the cake. it ended up completely charred and inedible. now every year, he’s determined to get it right, spending days watching tutorials and hyping himself up. but somehow, something always goes wrong—whether it’s mixing up salt for sugar or forgetting to grease the pan. still, when he presents the lopsided, crispy-edged cake, his face lights up with pride. “Happy birthday, babe! I worked extra hard on this one!” and every year, you smile and reassure him it’s perfect, slicing into it with over-the-top excitement just to see him smile.

husband kirishima! who loves to give you random gifts. he always comes home with little things that remind him of you—sometimes it’s a keychain shaped like your favorite animal, other times it’s a flower he picked during his walk back from patrol. occasionally, it’s a snack that caught his attention while shopping during his break, though it’s often already opened because he couldn’t resist the temptation to try it first. no matter what it is, he always manages to pick things you absolutely adore.  “I saw this and thought of you.” he says with a sheepish smile, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

husband kirishima! who always insists on helping with anything around the house. need help tidying up the living room? done. cleaning out the garage? he’s in there before you can even ask, sleeves rolled up and a determined grin plastered across his face. what about the laundry piling up? he’ll fold it while humming one of his favorite songs. the dishes in the sink? he’s already halfway through scrubbing them, insisting, “You’ve had a long day, babe. Let me take care of this.” even if it’s something he’s never done before—like fixing that squeaky cabinet door or assembling the new furniture—he doesn’t care. whatever it is you need help with, he’s always the first one on the job.

husband kirishima! who is an absolute sweetheart when it comes to helping you through your period cramps. the moment he notices you curling up in discomfort, he’s already grabbing his keys and heading to the store. he comes back with your favorite snacks along with a heating pad, some pain relief pills, and even a plush blanket because, "Comfy vibes help, right?" he’s also a pro at massages—whether it’s your back or your feet, he gets right to work without a single complaint. if you tease him about going overboard, he’ll just grin and says, “Hey, I want you to feel your best. You’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?” even when you’re cranky or tired, he’s patient and understanding, he always makes sure you feel as loved and cared for as possible.

husband kirishima! who after a long day, loves nothing more than collapsing onto the couch with you. he wraps you in his strong arms and pulls you close, whispering, "This is the best part of my day." sometimes, he falls asleep mid-cuddle, snoring softly into your hair, his grip on you never loosening. other times, he’ll quietly ask about your day, his voice low and soothing as he listens intently. he traces lazy patterns on your back, murmuring how much he missed you while you were apart. if you’re scrolling on your phone or watching a show, he’ll sneak little kisses on your forehead or temple, chuckling softly when you pretend to be annoyed. and when the exhaustion finally catches up to him, and he starts drifting off, he’ll mumble something sweet like, “I love you so much.” his breathing slows, and soon enough, he’s snoring softly.

a.n —  i had to repost my first fanfic since my main blog has been terminated for unknown reasons (つω`｡). but i thank you for reading my first ever post. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed creating it (๑>ᴗ<๑) ! im still pretty new to sharing my work so, im honestly kinda freaking out a little LOLOL !  but it means so much to me that you took the time to check it out. until next time, thank you again for reading XOXO 💕

[azrielwingspan]

DISTRACTIONS (AZRIEL X OC)- PART 1

Distractions is a collection of short stories whose main characters are Azriel and Nyra (OC).

It's established that there is some heavy tension between them (everyone suspects lol) and I decided to put into words a few visualizations I've had of the both of them just pining for each other, playing hard to get, flirting, a bit of angst, some fluff and overall just being HELLA CUTE OKAY.

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Here is PART 1 !!!

Summary :

The IC , Nyra and a couple of mutual friends decide to stay in for a night and celebrate the success of one of their more important missions. A bit of alcohol and a cozy setting can do wonders.

Warnings: Nothing major. Lots of drinking, fluff if you squint your eyes.

"Okay, bring out the expensive wine. I'm sick of whatever crap this is." Cassian said making a disgusted face at the glass of wine in his hand. Nesta, curled up by his side on the love seat in front of the fireplace , smirked at him over the rim of her peppermint teacup.

"That would've been possible.." drawled Rhys from the wingback chair adjacent to the fireplace "if you hadn't made it your life goal to rid my wine cellar of it's most expensive occupants."

A few chuckles rose around the room and Cassian scowled , halfheartedly taking a sip from the crap wine in his hand.

Despite the lack of good wine, everyone was in good spirits that day. The parlor in Rhysand's and Feyre's Riverhouse was occupied by their closest group of friends who were finally able to let loose after weeks of intense work. The fireplace cast a cozy glow over the dark wood furniture with emerald green accents and provided a warm embrace against the frigid rain lashing against the windows.

The smell of alcohol , rain and smoky cedar mixed in with the quiet chattering of the occupants , sometimes interrupted by a boisterous laugh set everyone's senses at ease and lulled them into comfort.

"I heard the party started without me."

Heads whipped towards the doorway of the parlor where Nyra stood grinning with her hands behind her back. Dressed in a gold satin dress with dark hair in a braid, her green eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Well..." said Nicolai, her best friend since childhood, "you are two hours late." He glanced at the clock placed on the mantel above the fireplace.

"I am aware. Which is whyyyy..." Nyra brought her hands forward showing everyone the two bottles of tequila she'd managed to buy before showing up.

Cheers erupted through the room, Cassian nearly jumping out his seat. Mor tackled her in a hug saying "Thank the Cauldron. I was ready to fall asleep."

She was pulled into the room , bottles taken out of her hand and replaced with shot glasses. A grin was etched onto her face as everyone assembled near the fire place to take their first shots together.

Nyra was trying very hard. She really was. She was putting every ounce of her willpower towards not looking at the male at the periphery of her vision. Being in the same room as him was enough to make her heart stutter and set off a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Her body was attuned to his every movement and he was the first thing her mind directed her to in any room.

She would've gone straight to him and spent the entire evening by his side but this thing between them was becoming too evident. She would be asked questions that she didn't have an answer to. She wasn't ready to face that. Not yet. Perhaps she was a coward but she didn't want to face that either. That's how she had survived for so long and she wasn't keen on facing those parts of her anytime soon. There were more important things to focus on.

"To us. The dreamers and conquerors." Rhys raised his shot glass in the air and everyone followed him. Once the shots were downed, a few coughs erupting as the burn of the alcohol kicked in, Nyra made her way through the crowd talking to everyone she knew.

She would speak to him last. She could spend the most time with him. She almost rolled her eyes at her own thoughts and tried to focus on her companions words. She'd sneaked a peek at him because she couldn't help herself and her stomach lurched at how devastatingly handsome he looked. Wearing a simple black shirt unbuttoned at the top , the firelight falling across half his face making the deep tan of his skin glow against the stark contrast of his shadows, hazel eyes that were glazed from the alcohol he had consumed, he looked ravishing good. He stood near the chest of drawers, an elbow placed on the surface of the chest lazily while the other hand held his glass of...whisky. She would know for sure if she kissed him.

She had immediately turned away , not trusting herself to stop staring if she started and tried to give her undivided attention to her companion. She might have zoned out on his face multiple times because he seemed to take the hint and end the conversation before she made a bigger fool of herself.

"NYRA!" Feyre called from the other side of the room, where she was perched on the chair that Rhys occupied. She made her way to Feyre all the while being aware of the set of hazel eyes that trailed her.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't you dare.

Successfully making it without tripping on her dress or making lovesick eyes at a certain male, she listened to Feyre update her on what had happened in her absence. A couple more shots and drinks were consumed during their gossip session with Mor. Nyra had reached a point where she let out a laugh at every single thing that came out of Feyre's mouth. That tequila had done its job too well. She'd forgotten how many shots she had until that point but judging by the lightness in her head and the slight spin around her , she had enough.

Realizing it was time to sit down before she split her head on the floor, she turned around looking for an empty seat. She found one at the other end of the parlor but it didn't look as enticing as the chaise lounge chair where Azriel was seated speaking to another male. There's just enough space for her to squeeze in. She'd reached a point where her intrusive thoughts couldn't be ignored anymore.

Letting her alcohol addled mind take over, she excused herself from the fizzing out gossip session and made her way over to Azriel. His eyes shot to her the moment she moved, making her think that he'd been keeping note of where she was the entire night. Her heart pounded harder with that thought and she forced herself to breathe normally. Hazel eyes finally clashed with hers and she couldn't help that child like joy that lit up her face. She wasn't this bad during her teenage years either ugh. What had this male done to her?

A small smirk curled his lips while his eyes shone with amusement. The bastard had known. He'd known that she was trying to avoid speaking with him till now. He had known and he had waited for her to come to him because Azriel knew that she couldn't fucking stay away.

She tried not to fidget under the intense gaze that he had fixated on her as she walked towards him. The male he was speaking to rattled on and Azriel interrupted him muttering in a low tone all the while not taking his eyes off of her. Nyra didn't know if it was the alcohol causing the heat to flush her face or if it was something else. Someone else. The male he was talking to found elsewhere to be.

"Hi." she whispered looking down at him and trying to control the whirlwind in her mind. "Hi." he whispered back looking up at her , his eyes holding promises of things she didn't let herself wonder about. He shifted on the seat hinting at her to sit down.

Maneuvering herself around a table, she fit herself into the space next to him trying not to sigh in content at the immediate cocoon of warmth that enveloped her. His scent invaded her senses and seemed to be more potent than the alcohol she had. The entire room seemed to vanish when it was just the both of them and she grateful that they were seated in a dark corner of the room.

"I think you're going a little cross eyed there." Azriel said throwing an arm behind her on the couch. She wanted to lean into him until there was no space left in between. "I think I see two of you." Double the fun.

He let out a raspy laugh that set shivers running down her back. They were so close but not close enough. His shadows faded into the darkness behind leaving the both of them blanketed in glimmers of firelight running across their skin.

"And here I thought avoiding one of me was a hard task for you." he said , eyes shimmering gold in the firelight.

"Not that hard truly. I just have to keep away from dark corners."

"Corners like this?"

"Exactly like this."

"And yet here you are."

"You seemed desperate to talk to me. So I decided to put you out of your misery."

"Did I now?"

"Oh yes you did."

"Well thankyou for putting me out of my misery, Nyra." He had a wonderful way of saying her name. The R came out with a trill, a habit he had picked up from her as a way of mocking her.

"You're welcome Shadowsinger. I do need a favor in return though." she said bringing up the glass of whatever was in there upto her lips while keeping her eyes glued to him.

"Favour?" he asked ,eyes trailing the movement of the glass to her lips. She might have taken an unnaturally long sip to keep his eyes trained on her mouth.

"Yes." she said breathily watching his eyes flick back to her.

Too far. This was going too far and too fast.

Clearing her throat she said "I demand to be taken to the pastry shop that everyone here seems to rave about. If there's anything to put me out of my misery, it's deliciously sweet pastries."

"Pastries? You know I've heard people say I can be deli--"

"Don't finish that sentence." she said fighting the laughter ready to erupt.

He raised his free hand in mock surrender and tipped back his glass of whisky. She could smell it now. A kiss could could confirm though.

She stole a glance at the tattoos peeking out of his shirt as he turned away from her to place the now empty glass on the floor beside them. He turned back towards her stunning her with the intensity of his gaze.

"Do you want to go now?" he asked shifting himself into a more comfortable position. His arm continued to rest behind her.

"Now? It's the middle of the night."

"I know."

Nyra blinked once, the only indication of her confusion.

"I'm sure the baker would go beyond working hours to put a beautiful woman out of her misery. I've heard he's quite charming."

Nyra was sure that the heat rushing to her face was not the alcohol this time. It was such a cheesy line and yet she almost fanned herself to get rid of the red staining her cheeks.

Azriel who never missed anything especially when it came to her, laughed quietly earning a smack on the arm.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight.” Nyra said trying to collect herself.

“I think I need more now that you’re here.”

“Funny. I was thinking the exact same thing.”

“I think every male requires a bit of liquid courage to be around you.”

“Am I that torturous?”

“You’re resplendent.”

“Is that your new word of the week?”

“One of the many for you.”

“Why Az, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to charm me.”

“You don’t know better then.”

Nyra shut her mouth not knowing what to say. Azriel was much more talkative today. The alcohol had loosened him up and they were crossing into dangerous territory. Nyra would be lying if she told herself she wasn’t getting a rush from it.

“Charmed?” He asked breaking into her thoughts. They’d leaned a little closer to each other in the past few minutes. She was able to smell the heady mix of alcohol and cedar on him that muddled up her brain.

Maybe it was the sudden surge of confidence due to the alcohol or maybe it was the way Azriel was looking at her that made her want to play along.

She leaned even closer , stopping an inch from his face and let her breath wash over his lips as she said “You have to try much harder than that, Shadowsinger.”

His eyes flashed with surprise and desire. They’d never gotten this close to each other before. They really were cartwheeling across the invisible lines they had drawn for themselves today.

A grin broke out on his face sparking something in her chest that made her feel content. He was beautiful. She wanted him.

“I like a bit of a challenge. Things were starting to get boring around here.” He said as his eyes roved over her face as if he were trying to memorise every inch of her.

“Is that what I am? A challenge?” she questioned letting her free hand trace the markings on the ring he wore. She felt him stiffen beneath her touch and felt an absurd amount of satisfaction.

“An enigma.”

“Another word for me?”

“Only for you.”

Her mouth went dry at the stampede of emotions running through her causing her to wet her lips. Azriel attention honed in on that movement and her breath hitched at the predatory focus directed towards her.

After a beat of heavy silence, he gave her another lazy smile and moved away dropping his head back against the couch.

The firelight highlighted his onyx hair and she fisted her palms to stop herself from moving away a stray piece of hair from his face. She needed to leave. If this went any farther, she was reckless enough right now to cross a line they would never come back from.

As if hearing and agreeing with her thoughts, Azriel lifted his head and said to her “Get some sleep. I’ll take you to the pastry shop tomorrow morning. We’ll see how much of your misery can be taken care of.”

She tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment as he removed the hand from behind her. He was leaving. He paused his movements, suddenly studying her face intensely as if he were trying to decide on something.

The next thing she knew, a warm caress of lips touched her bare shoulder igniting a fire within her. Her head went silent, unable to process what just occurred.

“Good night.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his breath setting off goosebumps. Her entire body flushed with heat and before she could mutter her response, he left.

She saw him leave the parlor and realised that everyone had already left for the night. She hadn’t even noticed.

Pouring herself another glass of wine with her only companion being the soft pattering of rain against the windows , Nyra realised she was fucked .

Truly, utterly, completely fucked.

[goodluckclove]

An Interview Series

Stop Two: A Private Room with @cssnder

When i thought to do this, Cassander Di Angelo was one of the first people I knew would make for good conversation. What resulted was something far more vulnerable on my end than I ever expected. She was kind, insightful, and intelligent as always, but I had to wait a few extra days before posting the log from this stop on my journey.

Join us as we discuss the nuance of identity in person, online, and on the page, and the reasons for why we do what we do.

If you want a closer look into Cassander's fascinating voice, I highly suggest signing up for her Substack. It's free, and you'll get direct access to her writing once it's developed! Now join us on this stop as we meet Cass somewhere quiet and secluded.

Now Playing: You Want it Darker by Leonard Cohen

It was a small, private, room of a quite picturesque sort. No bed, no television. There was a green sofa (one of those hideous things one could only find on sale the day following the death of an elderly, the kind you'd think smell of death but for whatever reason your girlfriend loves it), an antic wooden desk that stood grotesquely in the middle of the room, and an innumerable number of bookshelves. It wasn't much, and yet, the room seemed full.

The most interesting part was not so much the furnitures dressing the room but rather the few other details that were not of real interest when taken separately but created a striking picture when assembled together: the half-played game of solitaire spread on the floor, a selection of colourful ties hanging from the back of the sofa, papers all over the desk and piles of books everywhere but on the shelves.

The window was left open. And, in the morning fog, the sky turned into a pious white while the earthy smell of oak trees filled the cold November air. Melancholic, like a sad tune sang among magnolias.

where are we right now?

In a nameless town where no one knows me.

it's certainly a literary environment. i read through your entire blog so far while i was waiting to talk to you.

I used to be much more active on other platforms — Twitter, mainly. But as time went by, I learnt to love privacy and staying away from social medias. I think Tumblr is the platform I am the most active on, if that says anything about my relationship with the internet.

i have some mixed feelings on your content that i think would make for good conversation if you're open to it.

Sure, tell me.

so we've both been writing for a decade or longer. it's been fourteen years for me, and i think you said it was ten or more for you. would you say your practice up until now has also been very solitary? Yes, definitely.

i got the feeling. i can't cite the exact post, but i read something where you dove into your style of observational nuance, the aspects of strangers you take note of. And i immediately related, as someone who works the same way by instinct, but i found myself cringing. it felt like you were describing something deeply intimate about the creative process that you weren't supposed to put to paper. What I suppose i mean to say is that, after ten years of writing alone, how much do you still work to be understood by others? And to what extent?

Quite frankly, there are times where I feel like I don't really understand myself — maybe it's because I am only twenty-three, perhaps I haven't been human long enough yet to feel too sure on my feet. And I suppose, because of that, I do not expect anyone to understand me.

God, am I aware how it sounds so pessimistic but you know I do not mean it that way. I simply do not want to put unfair expectations on people simply because, in my mind, I was sure they, this person specifically, would understand me. If that makes sense? Plus, there are so many sides of us. I don't think we ever understand ourselves a hundred percent. So how could other people?

it's a strange juxtaposition to have that mindset and also be a writer and actor. someone might assume those are two mediums where the person is a vessel meant to relay an intent of some kind. to be comprehended, so to speak.

I think I do not necessarily want to be comprehended but rather offer something to other people — a minute of distraction, them feeling seen, or simply some inspiration. It's not to much about me but rather about them?

I remember something Margaret Atwood said in one videos. I saw it a long time ago so it's not verbatim, of course. But she said that once a book is out in the world, it's not yours anymore. No matter the message you put in it, everyone will interpret it as they want. Of course, it's better if they get what's written as you've written it. But you also have to accept that, most of the time, everyone will take what they want and leave the rest.

are you lonely? creating art as just an offering to the world sounds to me like the objective of someone who's either fulfilled in separate relationships or so lonely they've given up on escaping the feeling.

What other reason do people have to create art?

to be seen to some extent. to share a message that's important to them. to release something from within themselves. to process a color they're worried only they can see. or to just give a story to the world. no reason is better than the other.

I'm not lonely. But I do feel bored and stuck, though. Like I'm not living enough.

you do seem to cultivate some sort of Life Aesthetic from how you describe things. you know, black coffee and earl grey tea. classic music on a record player. violin and card games. russian literature, possibly in dog-eared paperback. the kids online would call it “dark academia”.

Yes, I love those and while I suppose what you say is true to a certain extent — I do love aesthetics as long as I make the rules for my own — I do not want to feel stuck in it. It would be hell, and it shouldn't be so serious. I love a variety of things — Nu metal, black leather, Barbie movies and animes like My Hero Academia.

it's odd how we only show certain parts of ourselves in different spaces. i don't think anyone reading your blog would peg you as a nu metal fan. i feel like i just uncovered a major scoop.

I supposed many of us feel like they need to have a more distinct aesthetic or some sort of brand. Even subconsciously so. I think, even if I didn't want to, there would always be different versions of me in my novels because I base everything on my feelings, me, places I've seen, people I've known. Oliver and his melancholy and need to live something, anything, is one version of me. If I were to write a book about a wanna be singer, it would also be a version of me, little me from the past who wanted to be a singer too. I think the version of me I put the most is my emotional self more than an aesthetic.

can you describe your emotional self?

Intense. Very often, I feel like my heart is too big for my body, you know. But it's also very important for me. If there's one thing that would make me more unhappy than to be overwhelmed by emotions, it's apathy. [Laughs] God, you must wonder what kind of weirdo you're interviewing.

no i'm actually quietly having an existential crisis in my discord server. this is very enlightening. is that something you think is present in the current novel you're developing?

Oh, definitely. I am really into stories fueled by the characters' emotional worlds. Oliver is a mess of self-doubts, of pressure to live something and feeling scared he'll never get to, of wanting to please at all costs. Wilhelm is apathy and the secret desire to let loose just to see what happens. It is safe to say I've always prioritized the emotional quality over the plots and events themselves.

i was supposed to have you introduce yourself. do you think you could maybe pitch your novel for new people?

My novel Thus Saith The Lord is set in Prague, in 1987. The story focused on a young student named Oliver, who's bored of his life and wishes for more in some sort of Bovary-way. He drops out and flees his monotonous home town in the countryside to move to a big city and finally live his life. Unfortunately, things do not turn out the way he hoped. Eventually, he ends up practically poor there and lonely and despises his new way of life. However, he goes on to befriend a guy who, with his connections, helps him integrate his Catholic school, thus pushing him to continue his studies. Once there, Oliver becomes morbidly fascinated by one of his classmates. What started out as a simple friendship quickly turns into obsession and desperation as the lines of morality become blurred.

As for me introducing myself: My name is Cassander, I am a twenty- three year old writer and aspiring actress from France.

assuming this draws a new audience to your blog and substack, what could they expect to see from you?

Anything in terms of medium — novels, poetry, short stories. Quite frankly, there's a melancholy feeling that permeates almost all my work. They can expect that already. As well as stories with immoral and horrible characters, intense emotions, terrible decisions, and existential themes. Do not expect anything tender or joyful, I've never been good for that sort of things.

and since you claimed you'd give yourself 10 years to write thus saith the lord, i feel like people are in for a pretty intense journey.

that's all i have to talk about. i could speak for much longer but i don't want to take up too much of your space. mind narrating my exit from this little room to close us out?

The teas had been drunk, and the conversation had died. Not an unpleasant silent, but rather the sort of satisfied ending, like after a good meal.

Clove got up. “That's all I have to talk about. I could speak for much longer but I don't want to take up too much of your space." They said.

A kind and polite ending to our conversation. Although it wasn't like I had plenty of people waiting at my door or a full schedule. I nodded, before walking them to the door. We exchanged our goodbyes, and as they walked away, I remembered these words by Shakespeare that I knew by heart:

“And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell, [trustees]! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made.”

previous stop

[ian-galagher]

Thank you all for tagging me!! 🥰🧡 I'm late and I'm doing ALL OF THEM AT ONCE 😁

Starting with a picrew! I was tagged by this marvelous bunch; @creepkinginc @shinygalaxyperson @mishervellous @ardent-fox @stocious @look-i-love-u

I just came out of some bushes and this little guy is catching a ride on my head 😁

And I was tagged by these lovely three 🥰 @shinygalaxyperson @depressedstressedlemonzest and @look-i-love-u to do this strange but fun picrew!

I'm an acorn so squirrels will come to me 😁

Putting the rest behind a read more because this is a looong post!

Spell your name with song titles!

I was tagged by this amazing group; @lalazeewrites @gallagher-milkovich @look-i-love-u @mishervellous @stocious @creepkinginc @shinygalaxyperson @depressedstressedlemonzest @sweetbee78🥰🧡

We're Away - Elbow

I Just Can't Wait To Be King - The Lion King

Love like Rockets - Angels & Airwaves

Life after Salem - Lil Nas X

Origin of Love - Mika

Wandering Lovers - Christine and The Queens or Redcar

That was hard! 😭 TWO Ws?? TWO Ls?!

GET TO KNOW ME

I was tagged by this huggable bunch of people; @lalazeewrites @creepkinginc @thisdivorce @shinygalaxyperson @sleepyfacetoughguy @energievie @gardenerian @stocious @y0itsbri @gallawitchxx @francesrose3

Relationship status: I'm in love with all of YOU! 🥰

Favorite color: Orange

Three favorite foods:  tomatoes 👀 cherries and french fries 🤤 (when said together it makes for such a weird combination 😅)

Top 3 tv shows: WILTY, Taskmaster, The Office, I like comedy 😁

Top 3 characters: Ian/Mickey (they count as one since they're married and all) Gollum from LOTR and King Julien from Madagascar

What I’m currently reading: not a lot 😭 I can't really read while I'm writing or I'll mix up the different worlds. I figured that once I've written Africa, I'll get to read all your lovely fics but it might take me 2 years to write it all 😭 so I'm only really reading Reckoner atm, but ONE DAY! ONE DAY!!!!

Song stuck in my head: weirdly, the soundtrack to Black Panther

Last movie watched: haven't seen much lately but I want to watch the Lion King now 😁

Last thing I googled: the French for ostriches. Autruche, apparently.

Dream trip: is anyone going to be surprised... is ANYONE not able to guess at this stage... yeah, it's a trip through Kruger. It's staying in a hotel up on a cliff overlooking a winding river reflecting a perfect sunset, while wildlife and nature are the only thing surrounding me, and there's a camera in my hand. That's it, that's the dream.

Time: hammer time 😎

Anything I really want right now: soooo much, but for now I just want all of you to be happy 🥺

GET TO KNOW ME PART 2

I was tagged by these lovelies! 🥰 @energievie @shinygalaxyperson @creepkinginc @mishervellous @sleepyfacetoughguy @depressedstressedlemonzest

Are you named after anyone? My mom's twin sister and my grandmother

When was the last time you cried? About 3 hours ago trying to assemble some Ikea furniture. Before that, I cried because I had the marvelous idea of cutting my own hair. The left side went great but then I switched hands to do the other side aand now I have bangs. On one side of my face. It'll grow back 🥺 right? RIGHT?!

Do you have kids? When I was 15 I told everyone I never wanted to have children, and my grandmother said, just you wait, once those hormones start kicking in, you'll talk differently! I couldn't imagine ever having kids and now I'm nearing the end of my child bearing years and I'm still waiting for those hormones to kick in 🤷‍♂

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Moi?! Sarcasm?! Never! 🤪

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their voice. I can recognize anyone by their voice, but not so much their face as I tend to avoid eye contact

What’s your eye color? Blue gray ish, a bit like Mickey's 🥺

Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending always 😁

Any special talents? Postponing doing the tag games and then doing them ALL AT ONCE IN ONE MASSIVE POST TADAAAA! 😁

Where were you born? In a hospital, which is funny because most births happen at home in my country

What are your hobbies? Writing atm 😁

Do you have any pets? 🐈😊

What sports do you play / have you you played? I've tried a lot, I even sat on a horse once, but no one told me what to do so I bounced all over the place for 30 minutes and decided to never do that again. It's been that way with most sports I'm afraid.

How tall are you? Huge, like a tree

Favorite subject in school? English because our teacher had a guitar and played us songs, after which we'd have to say what they were about and that was it, that was the lesson.

Dream job? I used to want to work in a zoo or an animal shelter, but then I learned that shelters don't pay, they only use volunteers, and working at a zoo is nothing but cleaning poop and cutting up vegetables all day long. Disappointing 😆

WIP TAG GAME!!!!!

Tagged by the amazing, wonderful, and simply lovely @energievie @stocious and @sickness-health-all-that-shit to post a bit of the WIP I'm working on, which will of course be, from Africa 😁 (for youuu @gallavich-headcanon)

(Chapter 14) (yeah not posting this until like 18 weeks from now lol)

Ian blinked sheepishly at the tuft of black hair tickling his nose.

"You finally up?" Mickey grouched, dropping the phone he'd managed to snatch off the nightstand on the bed. "Cause I need to piss."

"Shit, were you waiting for me to wake up?" Ian's daze lifted, but not enough for him to ease the iron hold he had on Mickey, trapped as he was in a tangle of arms and legs. "Why didn't you just get up?"

"And risk wakin' you? I'd rather piss the bed."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"It's gonna happen if you don't lemme go, man."

"Oh shit!" Kicking into action, Ian removed the limbs so securely wound around the warm body lying next to him, allowing Mickey to slip from his grasp.

A smile worked its way up on his lips as he watched Mickey pad off towards the bathroom, groaning like an old man.

He couldn't imagine a more wonderful start to his day.

[wannab-urs]

Hi Gin! Congratulations on your 1.5k celebration! I'm coming in with some fun questions for your sleepover!

What piece are you the most proud of? Doesn't have to be about popularity, just something that you're really happy about how it came out.

Do you do anything unique during your writing process?

And for funsies, a little variation on FMK:

Brave an Ikea showroom, Assemble Ikea furniture, or Eat at the Ikea cafeteria

with

Frankie, Joel or Ezra

(they just seem like a fun batch to play with, though if you've got other hot takes bring 'em in, I love to hear them!)

Hello!!! Thank you so very much <3

I am and always will be most proud of A Ghost of You. It was my first fic, so I obviously think there are things I could do better now, but it means so much to me. It's the first time I've ever put that much feeling into long form writing (read: not a poem). It's the first time I ever shared my work. It's the reason I made so many wonderful friends in this fandom. It doesn't have a lot of notes -- in fact that series is the least interacted with on my blog out of everything else I've posted -- but that doesn't matter much to me. I love it so much lol.

I basically come up with the entire fic in my head and don't write anything down at all. The idea is usually sparked by a song, but not always. Uhhh then I do a stream of consciousness style outline that's a mix between actually writing the fic and just getting my ideas on paper. Then I go back and edit all of that so it forms coherent sentences. I have no idea if any of that is unique

Okay and for "Brave an Ikea showroom, Assemble Ikea furniture, or Eat at the Ikea cafeteria" Frankie, Joel or Ezra

I think I'd trust Joel the most to assemble the furniture with/for me. I'm fairly capable of assembling furniture, but I'm lazy, and I think Joel would like... make improvements to the furniture for me. Let's put those contractor skills to work!

Ezra and Frankie both have lots of experience exploring unknown terrain, but seeing as how Frankie made it out of the jungle with all his limbs and at least some money I think I'll brave the showroom with him.

That leaves me eating at the cafeteria with Ezra. I think we'd have a lovely conversation over the swedish meatballs or whatever it is they sell there (I've never been to an Ikea).

Thank you for this incredible ask!

Join the sleepover

This got long so poll below the cut:

[smallerplaces]

The Playmobil overhang

My mother was obsessed with Playmobil, among many, many other things that I've already dealt with and so never documented here.

What's spread wretchedly across the dining table is a tiny fraction of the total. I've already assembled, photographed, listed, and sold a 4-story Victorian house, a large modern house, and several fairy castles. I then took a break for the summer, but the pile of bins in the Guest Room needs to not be in the Guest Room, plus we're coming into prime season for reselling the items that are NRFB (not shown here).

A look on eBay showed me that Playmobil is largely sold by people who are willing to sell one Klicky at a time for $1.95 each, also that buyers expect free shipping.

A look through the bin reminds me that my mother's appearance of being Highly Organized came from being a squirrel. She loved sorting things into ever tinier and more precise bins, but she did not necessarily keep sets together. So finding pieces takes hours.

My task today is to do a fast, rough split on what pieces we're giving to one of Dad's friends for his small son (we already gave him a bunch of vehicles and construction equipment) and what I'm listing as mixed lots.

Let me show you what I've been keeping.

Dad kind of pressured me into keeping one of the two Victorian Mansions. I assented on the condition that I got to sell all the furniture and refurnish it with my mod resin furniture from Michaels, for the Lil Bratz to live in. More of this will be shown later.

We do a massive Klicky Christmas display (again, Dad's idea, but I get to spend hours setting it up, and it's kind of fun). It's sort of a German Christmas market, and come on -- Germany has Black people! So in going through the current bin, I transferred all the winter gear I found on white Klickies to Black Klickies. Look for the full Christmas diorama after Thanksgiving!

The Halloween diorama started with last year's impulse to make one of those carved-out pumpkin houses that have been huge in the dollhouse hobby for a decade or so. Unfortunately, the pumpkin I bought at Target wasn't that kind of pumpkin. I decorated it with old buttons and it stuck around. So the six Halloween Klickies can hang out there, but no more!

I allowed myself a budget of 10 non-holiday figures for "how can I just get rid of this?" Only five turned out to make the cut. I'm not sure why I'm keeping these, and they may not stay permanently, but having this safety valve makes it easier to send the rest off to new homes.

[littlemourningstar]

15 Questions / 15 People

I was tagged by @fragileizy and @plotbunnypettingzoo !!! Thank you both so much this was a lot of fun!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

In a way!

My mom was a bank teller when she was pregnant with me and had an older man come in who was a regular. He said he’d see my mom in a couple weeks but she said she’d be on maternity leave. He asked what she was having and she told him a girl. He said he had a few granddaughters and asked what my name was. My mom was torn between Ashleigh (yes spelled like that) and Laurynn (yes also spelled like that). He said they were beautiful names and mentioned his granddaughters names. One of them was mine and my mom loved it so much she added it to the collection.

When I was born, my mom called my brother and asked him what my name should be. He picked my name!

2. What was the last time you cried?

Last night lol. Being sick has sucked so bad but I’m getting better now!! Hooray!!

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I can’t have kids. I’m very much content being an aunt to four. I do however refer to my pup as my son so in a way I do.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used too! I don’t really talk much to other people anymore so it’s not something I notice myself doing much these days.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Not sure! Probably their build? Tall, short, wide hips, big boobs, nice legs, what was the question again?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue! Like a greyish blue with a lil bit of green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

A healthy mix of both! I find myself getting way too emotional with regular movies so I prefer a balance of both to keep my sanity. But usually only if the scary movie is well done. I’m more interested in the story and how it’s told than the genre.

8. Any special talents?

Not particularly lol. I’d say probably singing or putting puzzles together quickly.

9. Where were you born?

Luckily! A hospital. I was almost born in my parents red minivan.

10. What are your hobbies?

Doing puzzles, writing, drawing, dancing, singing, daydreaming.

11. Do you have a pet?

I do!! I have a 9 year old mutt named Cody whom I love with all my heart. He’s got anxiety like me and is super friendly but a little skittish around kids. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s been with me through most of the bad things in my life up to this point but he’s still a little puppy at heart and everyone he meets loves him.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

As a kid I did tennis a little recreationally, played on my local soccer league team for a couple years, then joined cheer for a few years and loved it. Unfortunately, freshman year I had to quit for personal and health related reasons.

13. How tall are you?

4 foot 11 inches!! I was one of the shortest people at my school but I never let that stop me from being a big problem.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art! Cheesy as it is. But other than that I’d have to say maybe math? I loved algebra honestly.

15. Dream job?

Furniture assembler. I love putting together pieces of furniture. It’s so therapeutic for me. But other than that probably a comedian! People always say I’m funny and I have some pretty interesting stories I could tell.

I tag: @writerriderdirtythirties @talkstoself @miraculouslymundane @jumpingbeanz @theultracharmingladynoire @biochemandmonsters @piratesandpizza & anyone else who wants to do this fun little game! 💕💕

[lewislee001]

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[theboysfromaustin]

May 28, 1983

“Hey, Ken, can you go check on Kazuo?”

Nanami glanced at him from her spot in the kitchen, chopping vegetables.  Kenjiro glared at the television, set down his Daily Racing Form, and snuffed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.  He heaved himself up from the chair, heading for the room.

The room where the thing was.

Nanami had painted it a cheerful blue, and he'd begrudgingly helped her and moved and assembled all the cutesy furniture that made him want to hurl.  The smell made him want to hurl, too, that mix of old milk, shit, piss and vomit.  He supposed Nanami's “motherly instincts” made her immune.  The only things he felt for this child…

Anger.

Resentment.

He grimaced, stepping up to the crib.  The thing was on its back, looking at him, and his hand itched to smack it, to upset it, to make it learn to fear and obey him.  But he hated the noises it made, the snuffling, the grunting, the crying.

God, the fucking crying.

When it cried, he wanted to shake it, to snap its neck like a terrier with a rat.  An accident, he'd say.  He squirmed, almost fell.  I grabbed him wrong.

Nanami had named this little maggot Kazuo.

It meant “first son.”

Which meant she wanted at least one more of these creatures.

That wouldn't happen.

He wouldn't allow it.

He flipped the thing off with both hands.  “Fuck you,” he growled softly, “I have no son.  You mean nothing to me, and you will learn that fear and respect are the same thing.”  It burbled at him, blinking, hands waving.  Horrible little hands with nails that scratched his Nanami's tender flesh.  Only he could do that.  He hated the way this hideous little grub stared at him when…when…

When it suckled at his woman.  It would fix those dark, unfocused eyes on him as it fed, milk dribbling down its patchy pink chin, staring, daring him to do something, challenging his authority, as if to say…

“I'm taking these.  They're mine now.  You can have them when I'm done.”

Then it would shit and piss and vomit, stinking up the apartment.  “You're a bastard.  If I could get away with it…” The thing reached up towards him, seeking comfort, love, and affection.  It was too stupid to do anything else.  It would find none of that with him.  Enraged, he smacked one of its horrid little clawed hands.

There was a pause, and it gave a choking cry, turning beet red as it screeched like an animal.  Nanami rushed in, “Kazuo, it's okay!” Kenjiro stepped back, “He just started screaming.” “Aww, come here, baby boy…” She soothed the little beast.  

For Kenjiro, it was that first real act of superiority over the thing.

He smirked.  She hadn't noticed anything amiss.  If he could get away with it, he'd keep reinforcing that fear.  The boy would never stand up to him.  He'd make sure the little fuck was too scared of him to do so.  Kenjiro turned away, pulling a carton of smokes from his pocket, lighting one.

He was king of this domain.  Nanami belonged to him, not to anyone else.  That's why he'd isolated Nanami from her friends and family all the way up here in Chicago.

He hated those people.

Her parents were very close, and he aimed to sever that connection.  Then there were the two dykes, especially the loudmouth one.  And…

His eyes narrowed.

Her asshole father Kensuke's boss.

That fucking lawyer.

He was too smart, but Kenjiro knew he was safe from him in Illinois.  Bastard didn't have a license to practice here.  He inhaled deeply.  The little shit was still crying.  He headed for the door, pulling on his coat, exiting without telling the woman.

He needed a stiff drink to put up with that shit.

Into the rainy spring of Chicago he went.

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Tactile Learners: Embracing the Power of Hands-On Education

Do you remember the joy of building your first sandcastle, shaping it with your hands, feeling the grains of sand between your fingers? Or perhaps you're the kind of person who learns best by diving into a task, by getting your hands dirty, and by experiencing things firsthand. If that's the case, you might be a tactile learner. In this blog article, we're going to explore the fascinating world of tactile learners, their unique learning style, and how we can harness this powerful way of learning to enrich our education and daily lives. So, put on your exploratory gloves, and let's dive in!

Unpacking the Term: Tactile Learning

Let's start by understanding what tactile learning is all about. Tactile learners are individuals who grasp information best through physical touch and hands-on experiences. They thrive when they can interact with their environment, using their sense of touch to explore and learn. For them, books and lectures are important, but nothing beats the satisfaction of doing things themselves.

The Five Senses Symphony

Our senses play a significant role in the learning process. We often hear about sight and hearing, but the sense of touch is a powerful player too. It connects us to the physical world in a unique way. Tactile learners, in particular, rely heavily on their sense of touch to absorb information and engage with their surroundings. Think of it as a sensory symphony, with touch being one of the star performers.

The Power of Hands-On Education

Now, you might wonder why being a tactile learner is so special. Well, it's all about the power of hands-on education. When we actively engage with a subject, it sticks in our minds better. Tactile learners excel in fields like science, art, and mechanics because they can dive right into experiments, art projects, or fixing things, allowing them to comprehend complex concepts with ease.

Imagine a science class where you don't just hear about chemical reactions but actually mix the compounds and feel the changes as they happen. It's like magic, but it's science in action!

Tactile Learning in the Digital Age

In today's digital age, where screens dominate our lives, it's easy to overlook the importance of tactile learning. However, tactile learners can harness technology too. Touchscreens, interactive simulations, and 3D printing are just a few examples of how they can adapt to this new world while staying true to their hands-on nature.

Learning Styles: Are You a Tactile Learner?

How do you know if you're a tactile learner? Well, here are some signs that might help you figure it out:

1. You Love Hands-On Activities

If you prefer building, crafting, or fixing things over reading or listening to instructions, you might be a tactile learner. Your hands are your most trusted tools.

2. You Remember Things by Doing

Tactile learners have an excellent memory when they physically engage with the material. Whether it's practicing a musical instrument, cooking a new recipe, or assembling furniture, you remember it best by doing it.

3. You Struggle with Pure Theory

Abstract theories and concepts might make your head spin, but when you can see, touch, and feel a real-world example, everything clicks into place.

4. You're Often Fidgety

Tactile learners can be fidgety when they're stuck in a passive learning environment. You might catch yourself tapping your fingers, doodling, or playing with objects to stay engaged.

5. You're a Problem-Solver

Tactile learners are natural problem-solvers. When you encounter an issue, you jump right in, trying different approaches, experimenting until you find the solution.

Embracing Tactile Learning

Now that you've identified your tactile learning tendencies, it's time to embrace them and make the most of this unique learning style. Here are some tips to help you, or someone you know, thrive as a tactile learner:

The Challenges of Being a Tactile Learner

While tactile learning is a remarkable way to absorb information, it does come with its own set of challenges. It's essential to be aware of them and find ways to overcome them:

1. Limited Accessibility

Not all learning materials or environments are tailored for tactile learners. It can be frustrating when you're forced into passive learning situations.

2. Time-Consuming

Hands-on learning can be more time-consuming than simply reading a book or listening to a lecture. It requires dedication, practice, and sometimes, more patience to master a subject through tactile learning.

3. Mess and Cleanup

Let's be honest; hands-on activities can get messy. Whether you're painting a masterpiece or conducting a science experiment, you'll need to deal with the aftermath. Be prepared to embrace the chaos!

4. Need for Space

Tactile learners often need space to spread out their materials and work on their projects. This can be a challenge in smaller living spaces or crowded environments.

5. Limited Collaboration

While tactile learners excel at independent problem-solving, they might miss out on the collaborative aspects of group learning. It's important to strike a balance and engage with others in shared activities.

Tips for Overcoming Tactile Learning Challenges

Don't let the challenges of tactile learning deter you. Here are some strategies to overcome these obstacles:

1. Advocate for Hands-On Learning

If you find yourself in a traditional classroom setting that doesn't cater to your learning style, don't hesitate to voice your preferences and seek out hands-on opportunities.

2. Time Management

Plan your time wisely. Make sure you allocate enough time for your hands-on projects while also balancing your other commitments.

3. Organize Your Space

Create a dedicated workspace at home where you can freely explore your tactile learning pursuits. This will help you stay organized and minimize the mess.

4. Find Like-Minded Individuals

Connect with fellow tactile learners who share your passion for hands-on learning. You can collaborate on projects, share ideas, and support each other.

Tactile Learning in Different Fields

Tactile learning isn't confined to a single field of study. It can be applied in various domains, each offering unique opportunities for tactile learners to shine:

1. Science and Engineering

Tactile learners make exceptional scientists and engineers. They love conducting experiments, building prototypes, and pushing the boundaries of what's possible.

2. Art and Creativity

For artists, sculptors, painters, and designers, tactile learning is second nature. They thrive on the physical act of creation and the sensory experience of their craft.

3. Medicine and Healthcare

Surgeons, nurses, and healthcare practitioners often rely on their tactile skills. Feeling and identifying specific structures or abnormalities is crucial in their work.

4. Trades and Crafts

From carpenters to electricians, tactile learners find their calling in the world of trades. Crafting, building, and fixing are their daily tasks.

5. Gardening and Agriculture

Green thumbs who revel in the world of plants and agriculture connect with the earth through tactile learning. They can sense the needs of each plant and know when to intervene.

The Future of Tactile Learning

As the world evolves, tactile learning remains a timeless and invaluable approach to education and personal growth. In fact, with the advent of technology, tactile learners can explore new dimensions of learning.

Virtual reality (VR) and augmented reality (AR) are emerging as powerful tools for tactile learning. They allow individuals to engage with virtual objects and environments, providing a sensory-rich experience that caters to the tactile learning style.

Additionally, 3D printing technology is revolutionizing the way tactile learners interact with physical objects. Whether it's creating prototypes, models, or art pieces, 3D printing opens up a world of possibilities.

The Takeaway

Tactile learners have a unique way of experiencing the world - one that involves diving in headfirst, getting their hands dirty, and savoring the tangible aspects of learning. While there may be challenges, the benefits of this learning style are undeniable. Whether you're a tactile learner or you know someone who is, embracing this hands-on approach can lead to a richer, more fulfilling educational experience and a deeper connection with the world around us.

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Revamp Your Patio: A Guide to Outdoor Patio Cushion Covers

Do you ever look at your patio and think, "Man, it needs a makeover!"? Well, you're not alone! Your patio is like the shy kid at the party; it needs a little extra flair to stand out. That's where outdoor patio cushion covers come into play. They're like the party hat for your patio furniture, and today, we're going to unravel the secrets of these unsung heroes of outdoor decor. So, grab a cup of chai, settle into your favorite chair, and let's dive in!

Why Bother With Outdoor Patio Cushion Covers?

First things first, why do we even need outdoor patio cushion covers? Well, picture this: you're having a lovely evening outdoors, enjoying some homemade biryani, and suddenly, a bird decides to share its artistic vision on your cushion. Yikes! Without a cushion cover, that artwork could be permanent. But fear not! A cushion cover not only protects your cushions from unexpected artistic expressions but also adds a pop of color and style to your outdoor space.

Choosing the Right Fabric

Now, let's talk fabric. It's like choosing the right spice for your curry; you want it to enhance the flavor, not overpower it. Indian Laces and Fabric are here to save the day with their wide range of outdoor fabrics. Whether you prefer vibrant prints or subtle solids, they've got it all. Plus, their fabrics are durable and weather-resistant, just what you need for the great outdoors.

Measuring Your Cushions                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Before you go cushion cover shopping, you need to get your measurements right. It's like trying to wear your friend's shoes – it might work, but it's not going to be comfortable. Measure your cushions carefully, width, depth, and thickness. Then, add an inch or two for a snug fit. Trust us; your cushions will thank you.

Easy to Clean

Let's face it, spills and accidents are part of life, especially when you're serving hot samosas and cold drinks. The good news is, most outdoor patio cushion covers are machine washable. So, when life happens, toss them in the washer, and they'll come out looking as good as new.

The Art of Mixing and Matching

Now comes the fun part – mixing and matching! Think of it as assembling a thali with your favorite dishes. Experiment with different colors, patterns, and textures to create a unique and inviting outdoor space. Don't be afraid to get a little creative; it's your patio's time to shine!

Putting It All Together

Once you've got your outdoor patio cushion covers, it's time to put them on. It's like dressing up your patio furniture for a special occasion. Slip them on like you're putting on a jacket and voilà! Your patio is ready to party.

So, there you have it, folks – the not-so-secret secret to sprucing up your outdoor space. With the help of Indian Laces and Fabric, you can transform your patio from drab to fab. Just remember to measure, choose the right fabric, and have fun with mixing and matching. Your patio will be the life of the party in no time!

Now, go forth and enjoy your outdoor haven, and if a bird decides to get creative again, you'll be ready. Cheers to outdoor patio cushion covers and all the pizzazz they bring to your outdoor oasis!

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The Ultimate Guide to Finding Furnishings: Idea for a Perfect Home

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Furnishings is a crucial component of any type of residence. Not just does it offer a functional objective, but it likewise includes design as well as individuality to a room. Nonetheless, selecting the ideal furnishings can be frustrating, specifically with the countless alternatives readily available in the marketplace. To aid you make the right choices, we have actually assembled a checklist of pointers and also methods that will certainly make your furniture purchasing experience a breeze.Firstly, consider the dimension and design of your room. A big, large couch might not be ideal for a little living space, equally as a small coffee table could look lost in a sizable location. Procedure your room carefully as well as pick furnishings that fits your demands and the dimensions of your room. Additionally, don't be afraid to mix as well as match styles as well as structures for an extra diverse appearance. A vintage armchair coupled with a contemporary sofa can create a distinct as well as stylish impact. Secondly, consider the high quality and also toughness

of the furnishings you are considering. Purchasing high-grade pieces may be much more expensive in the short-term, but it will conserve you money over time. Look for furniture constructed from solid timber or premium products that are developed to last. Do not forget to examine the comfort of chairs and also sofas prior to buying. A lovely furniture won't be worth it if it's uncomfortable to use. Lastly, do not be afraid to add your personal touch to your

furniture selections. Whether it's with vivid throw pillows, special wall art, or quirky devices, your furnishings needs to show your individuality and taste. With these suggestions as well as techniques in mind, you'll have the ability to select furnishings that not just looks terrific but also fits your way of life and also demands. Delighted shopping!

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Significant things I have done, can do, or doing currently

I'm posting this, not to brag about myself, but to try to lift myself and hopefully others out of this fog of depression I've been lost in for I don't remember how long. Please feel free to share your thoughts and experiences in the comments or by reblogging.

Trigger warning: talk of depression and suicidal thoughts, low self esteem, profanity

Drive like a professional boss ass bitch 😏

Drive my husband crazy by my driving like a professional boss ass bitch 🤣

Prevented someone from committing suicide

Fluent in Bengali and English, understand verbal Hindi, understand some words in French, Spanish, Arabic, Japanese, and Punjabi, know how to sign thank you and I love you in American Sign Language

Scored second place in my elementary school IEC on a schoolwide English exam held by the British Council in Bangladesh

Help lost children to find their family

Attended psychotherapy regularly to deal with depression

Donated blood two times

Protect friends from harassment

Cook like a professional boss ass chef

Pray

Swim at intermediate level

Set up WiFi modem and connection by myself

Assemble furniture by myself

Photoshop, Indesign, Graphic design, Website design, Photography

Make delicious pancakes from scratch (no box mix needed)

Cook better than restaurant quality pan seared salmon in brown lemon butter sauce

Abandoning the feeling of needing to commit suicide because I thought I don't make a difference

Finally realizing that people genuinely like me for who I am to them, a friend and a person to rely on

Starting to believe I am worth something, and as scary as it is to admit, that I want to LIVE

Make people smile and feel comfortable

Teach and train people with clear instructions and examples

Donate money to those in need and charities

Found my soulmate

Give people unexpected gifts for showing me kindness

Dispensed 4 more orders than my soulmate in one day

Picked up 200lbs of my best friend Tasin

Sketch, paint, and apply makeup

Read books and write poetry

Beat a Canadian in Scrabble boardgame by 21 points (175 points), English is my second language

Taught someone to read and write Bengali

Made a 2 year old laugh so much that his mom became concerned about his breathing 😅

Understood, accepted, and chose the man I need as a life partner, not the man I want as a dream partner, because it's true, we don't always get what we want, but we do get what we need

Continuing to live despite everything

Ridden 2 horses

Admit when I make mistakes, apologize, and try to reconcile