#please be a regular anon on this page you’re so genius

[danosrosegarden]

i’m sorry i can’t stop thinking about the triple threat anon from earlier. the requests just kept getting more wild and boss hog i need you in my asks more often

[doctorreiding]

tired eyes - spencer reid x reader

request: "Hi! I was wondering if you could pretty please make me a spencer reid x reader using the phrase "when was the last time you slept?" and if you can, in a college/university AU??? if not that's fine, you can just make it in the regular cm universe :) tysmmmmmm" - anon

pairing: spencer reid x reader

genre: fluff

prompt(s): #26: “When was the last time you slept?” from this list

warnings: none i think! just fluff!

A/N: hi i haven't written fics in forever so i'm a bit rusty! please bear with me! the more reqs i get, the better I'll become! pls send an ask, comment, or dm to be added to the permanent tag list!!

The only sounds in the room were the quick turning of pages and the occasional sound of discarding a book upon a hard surface. A desk lamp was the only light in an otherwise completely dark room, illuminating the wooden desk and the pages sprawled across it. Spencer sat, hunched over, his eyes scanning page after page, taking in every bit of information he could- which was a lot. Genius was a bit of an understatement. Sure, a 187 I.Q. was impressive, but combine that with an eidetic memory and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, and you've got someone extraordinary on your hands- and he was.

The light from the desk lamp, as mentioned earlier, cast shadows upon his already slender face and further enhanced the dark circles underneath his eyes. His hair fell disheveled, signifying stress and chaos. As if the dozens of books strewn across the cluttered desk didn't portray that enough. It wasn't until a loud, frustrated groan that I woke up.

I grabbed my phone to check the time, the brightness being far too bright for my eyes at that moment—4:37 a.m. the clock read. When I glanced over to the desk, I noticed Spencer, still reading away as he had been for God knows how long. "How long has he been up?" I thought to myself.

He hardly noticed the shuffling of my feet across the floor as I made my way to him, "Spence?" I asked softly.

A tired, "Hm?', was all Spencer was able to muster as he slowly looked up toward me, his under eyes dark and sunken.

"Spence- when was the last time you slept? It is currently four-thirty in the morning; what are you still doing up, love?"

"It has been about 36 hours and 14 minutes since I last went to bed," Spencer sighed, "I've been busy studying," his voice slow with the sound of pure exhaustion dripping from every word.

"Spence-" I started. But before I could finish, he stopped me.

"I have to study and make sure I know everything I need to know for my finals; I cannot risk failing." His tone was sharp and stressed.

"Spencer," I said firmly, "Look at me." He dropped his head for a moment before setting the book aside and turning toward me. "Please, you need to get at least a little bit of sleep. Your first final isn't until Monday, and it is currently Saturday. I can't stand seeing you so stressed; you're going to make yourself sick working like this. Please, come lie down."

Spencer stayed quiet, his eyes still trained on my face, seemingly studying all of it. "Spence," I said as I moved behind him, draping my arms over his shoulders and leaning down to place my head on his shoulder so that I could whisper to him, "You are going to do great on this final. You are quite literally the most intelligent person I have ever had the pleasure of not only meeting but falling in love with; the final is going to be a breeze." I cemented my words with a loving kiss on his cheek.

A tired smile spread across his face as his eyes started to droop, "Thank you, (Y/N)." Spencer slowly stood and stretched before turning toward me. He'd been sitting so long I'd almost forgotten how tall he was. Spencer leaned down, cupping my face in his hands, and placed a kiss upon my head and nose before finally giving me a tired yet loving kiss upon my lips.

"I love you," he whispered before silently taking my hand, leading me to the bed, plopping down, and pulling me on top of him. Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he gave me one last kiss upon my head before he was sound asleep. Looking back, I don't recall ever seeing him fall asleep that quickly. The sound of his heartbeat and the rhythm of his breathing lulled me back to sleep before I even realized I was still tired.

[ifnotlovepersevering]

Falling (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Request: I just want to preface this by saying I love your Agatha fics! And I can I request an Agatha/reader fic where r is also a witch in west view and thinks Agatha under Wanda’s mind control, and the same is true where Agatha doesn’t know r is also a witch and their both falling for each other and trying to free the other and it’s just overall really fluffy? (anon)

A/N: Thank you for the kind words anon 🥰 I took this request in a bit of a different direction but I think it turned out cute and fluffy nonetheless!!

Tag List: @nyx-aira @thelanawinterrs @crystalline-possession @sarahp-stan @clxwnnyy @lilibeth-tate @highgaytohell @philippaharkness @amethyst-bitch @paulawand @shinkomiii @alexajbitar @agnessharknes-1 @academiagaymess @nctxrejects @midnight-lestrange

Agatha sighed as she watched you cross the street. You were heading home after the two of you had spent the whole day together, something that was becoming more and more of a regular occurrence.

Agatha had come into Westview for power and only power, but that was before she met you, the charming neighbour across the street. How couldn’t she fall for you, with a smile that lit up the room and a laugh that was like music to her ears?

But the fact was that you were under Wanda’s mind control. Agatha wanted to be with you, but how could she be sure that the real you would want that too? She had stopped herself multiple times from peeking into that head of yours, but maybe that was the right step to take.

It wasn’t fair that Wanda had you under her control. The realization that you were probably experiencing the other witch’s storm of emotions pained Agatha.

She picked up Señor Scratchy, the bunny happily snuggling into her arms. Firmly deciding she had to help you, the witch went down into her basement to formulate her plan.

•••

You frantically flipped through the pages of one of your spellbooks. “There has to be something in here.”

You were trying to find a spell, a counter-spell to be specific, that would help free Agnes from Wanda’s mind control. You were falling for her, hard. But knowing that she was under Wanda’s spell broke your heart. You wanted to meet the true Agnes, if that was even her name.

A small ‘meow’ pulled your attention away from your book. You turned to see your black cat, Luna, pawing at another one of your books. “Yes, Luna?”

Another ‘meow’ and more pawing, an annoyed stare accompanying this time. “What is it,” you asked, picking up the book your cat was quite obviously trying to draw your attention to.

You flipped through the pages only to find the exact spell you were looking for. “Luna you genius!” You exclaimed, picking up the pleased cat. “What would I do without you, hm?” Luna let out a happy purr.

Carrying the book and Luna, you headed over to the couch. “Let’s save Agnes, shall we?”

•••

Agatha jumped at the loud knocking at the door. Checking the time, she realized she’d spent the better part of the last few hours in the basement.

She headed up the stairs and opened the door to find you standing on the porch. “F/N! What happened, miss me already?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Always, but I actually had something to tell you.” You were a mess of nerves but the need to help Agnes was too great.

“Oh, of course, come in, come in.” Agatha wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, but it was the perfect opportunity to break Wanda’s control on you. “Actually it’s funny you say that, I have something to tell you too.”

The two of you were seated across from each other on the couch now. “Oh, you can go first if you’d like,” you said.

“No that’s alright dear. What’d you need to tell me?”

Here goes nothing. “Okay, Agnes,” you began nervously. The brunette watched you expectantly. “I like you. Really like you. Which is why I decided I have to tell you this now.”

“You’re scaring me, doll, spit it out!” Agnes chuckled nervously, though your confession wasn't lost on her.

“Actually it might be easier if I just show you. Close your eyes,”

Agnes complied. You closed your own eyes and put your fingers to her temple, feeling your magic flow through you. You began the spell just like you’d practiced, but instead of the feeling of a key opening a lock like you were expecting, you were met with the feel of hitting a brick wall. What?

“You’re a witch.” Your eyes shot open to see an amused look on Agnes’s face as she eyed the green magic flowing from your fingertips. “How didn’t I notice earlier?"

“Wait.” You were utterly confused. “How do you know that?”

“Were you never under Wanda’s control then?” Agatha laughed and shook her head. "You were just that good at blending in.”

What the hell? “Agnes-”

“Agatha,” the brunette corrected you.

The name was familiar. “Wait, like Agatha-”

“Harkness?” Agatha finished with a grin. You watched as her appearance changed in front of you. Her hair became wilder, her clothes turned into her robes, and her fingers turned black. Her signature brooch was nestled in her collar. She looked everything like the powerful witch you’d admired all through your life. “I take it you’ve heard of me?”

��Heard of you?” you said incredulously. “I’ve looked up to you for my whole life. You’re the reason I got the courage to leave my coven and do my own thing!” It was getting harder to keep the excitement and admiration out of your voice.

“Is that so,” Agatha’s smile was radiant. “Well, then I’m quite flattered, my little witch.” Her endearment made you feel warm.

“And I’m guessing your name isn’t F/N, is it?” she asked, raising a brow.

“No, it’s Y/N,” you said. “Y/N L/N,”

"Y/N," she hummed, your name rolling off her tongue. "So that's the name of the girl I've been falling for."

You felt your heart thrumming in your chest as Agatha laced her hand through yours.

"Would you believe me if I said I was planning on 'saving' you from Wanda's mind control too?" Agatha grinned.

“You’re joking,” you laughed.

“I’m serious! I was all like, ‘I have to free poor, innocent F/N’,” she said. Agatha’s mockery of herself only made you laugh harder, and the older witch joined you. As your laughter died down, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence.

"I came here expecting to be alone the whole time," Agatha started, watching her thumb caressing your hand. "But the days I spent with you were the happiest I've been in a while. And knowing it was real, I..." she seemed to be at a loss for words.

"I feel the same," you smiled, turning her face so that she was looking at you. "I meant what I said Agatha, I really like you. I'm relieved to know that it wasn't just another part of this fake reality."

Agatha leaned in closer to you, her eyes glancing down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that sweetheart,” she smiled.

Before you could lose your courage, you closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips met Agatha’s in a sweet kiss; her lips were soft and you felt yourself getting lost in her.

Pulling away, you smiled when you saw tendrils of purple and green magic swirling around the two of you. “By the way, you’re now obligated to teach me everything you know,” you quipped.

“Is that so?” Agatha smirked as she changed her outfit back into Agnes’s.

“Yup,” you nodded. “The kiss sealed the deal.”

“I see,” Agatha hummed thoughtfully. “But if I’m expected to give up all my secrets then I require more than just one kiss.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you grinned, before Agatha pulled you into her arms once more.

[t100ficrecsblog]

an interview with @easilydistractedbyfanfic (she/they)

what are you working on right now? I don’t typically take prompts, but after finding out about the Bellarke Writers For BLM Initiative and how their goal is to raise money for BLM via various fandom prompts that are requested by readers and written & illustrated by various writers and artists, I wanted to get involved. I’ve finished two prompts and am working on my third, which is a Murphy/Raven smutfic set during their years on the Ring. It’s definitely an idea I can work with - it’s over 10k at this point with a lot more to say, so hopefully the anon who requested it will end up pleased! Go check out the tumblr page and the ao3 collection - there’s various t100 pairings/ratings and you can choose the cause if you want to request a fic!

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? I struggled with this question! My stories are all like my kids, and even if some of them could use a bit of improvement with pacing or dialogue or whatever faults I see when they age, ultimately I do love them all and I’m glad I wrote them. I do sometimes play favorites but that often depends on what I’m in the mood to read myself. That said, I really do always feel proud of my story called What You Need. It’s a darker version of Raven & Murphy, but one that I don’t find unrealistic under the circumstances of the fic. I surprised myself with where my head went on this one. In a good way, because it was really fascinating to dive into the minds of who these particular versions of the characters were. 

I’m also pleased that I have over 500k on ao3 at this point. I never expected anything like this when I started writing, and it kind of blows my mind that this is my hobby now. It’s so strange to me that there are stories in my head at any given moment now.

why did you first start writing fic? I started writing in June 2018. Never wrote any fanfic before that, ever - though I did read plenty! I wrote three stories super fast, posted them all on ao3 on the same day and haven’t looked back. I think I started writing out of a combination of just really needing more content for my faves, but also I wasn’t in fandom before s5 and was quite desperate after s4 to talk to other people about Raven & Murphy. So I needed to get the stories out but also I had this hope that it would invite conversation when I didn’t know anyone in fandom.

what frustrates you most about fic writing? Just because I want to write doesn’t mean I can. Having prompts on my plate right now, I feel a real responsibility to finish them, but even when I carve time out to write, sometimes the words just don’t feel right. The muse doesn’t always strike when I have the time available. Also, it’s super ridiculously important to me that scenes and dialogue FEEL right based on the characterization I have in my head in any particular story. I can look at a scene I’ve written, especially an emotional one, and sometimes it’s just not resonating with me the way I know it could or should. It’s tough not to just push through and post it as-is, but I know that would never satisfy me, even if it means a much longer turn-around time on a story or chapter update. Often I will find that I get an a-ha moment that cracks open a better understanding of why a scene isn’t working for me, but this can take time and I have to trust in this process.

Not to preach, but it’s also frustrating when something you spend a lot of time and effort on doesn’t get much in the way of comments. I see posting fic on ao3 as a sort of conversation, so when there’s mostly silence even as the hits (and hopefully kudos) tick upwards, it can feel really...disheartening to feel like you’re talking into a void. And I say this as someone who has been fortunate enough to have regular readers who DO give feedback! I think every writer understands that they need to write for themselves first and foremost, but I wish more readers understood that feedback and enthusiasm will absolutely result in MORE CONTENT! I try very hard to follow this guideline myself by supporting and commenting on everything I read as time permits.

what are your top five songs right now? I listen to a huge mix of songs & my childhood influenced me a lot. 

Some floating in my head include - 

Chris Cornell’s live cover of Nothing Compares 2U Indigo Girls - Romeo & Juliet The Decemberists - Once In My Life Tori Amos - Silent All These Years The Chicks - March March 

what are your inspirations (books, songs, other fic)? I find inspiration in a lot of things, which I think is lucky. One of my biggest is the characters themselves. I love getting deep into understanding who I think they are, what their motivations are and why they’d make certain decisions, whether in canon or in an AU. What parts of their personalities do they keep when they aren’t tortured and under trauma on the regular? What would happen if I change this one scenario in their lives? I could probably go on forever just based on these sorts of thoughts, but I do also find inspiration in simple things like tropes, or song lyrics and the lore of the show itself. Quite a lot of my ideas in my inspiration notebook have sci-fi themes too. A few of my stories have already touched on sci-fi topics, and I absolutely plan more of them because I love how creative that can be. I also love the idea of suspended belief - can I have sentient plant life from an alien planet that can mindread & communicate by projecting thoughts into characters' heads? Yes, yes I can! (I wrote this story, fyi - Flora Incognita, part of a series) 

what attracts you to Murven? what first attracted you? Hey, do you have all day? Ha! Seriously, I could talk about this until everyone wants to strangle me! I loved Raven immediately - not so much Murphy! But I really disliked Finn, so ep 1x10 when Raven finally broke up with him had me interested. In that ep, you can see that Murphy is present, awake & nearby in the Dropship and probably overhears everything Raven says. Then he gets up and looks at her to make sure she’s still sleeping before he carries out his revenge plans. I’m not kidding - that one look absolutely and completely hooked me! Murphy was still awful then but he was so much more interesting than Finn, and back then I remember thinking how I’d really like to see them interact as two stubborn, strong personalities, because no doubt sparks would fly. And then when they did interact more, their dynamic was exactly what I’d hoped for and then some! 

I love that they’ve seen each other at their worst and at their weakest and most vulnerable, yet they’ve built a strong foundation of trust, faith and understanding. They have so much in common but they’re also different sides of the coin in some ways too. Fandom talks about Bellarke being the head & the heart, but to me Raven and Murphy are the intellect & the instinct - they complement each other, provide some of the qualities that the other needs, their differences improve each other. For me, nobody gets Raven like Murphy & nobody understands Murphy like Raven. Maybe not a lot of people notice, but Raven & Murphy check in with each other a lot - Raven tends to say “I got this” but Murphy is the only person who replies to her “Do you?”. And Raven listens to Murphy’s ideas and suggestions and plans even when she’s known as the genius because she knows that he has valuable things to say. They have fun together, make each other smile and enjoy each other’s company, which is in such short supply in this show! 

I know there’s parts of fandom that don’t ship them because Murphy shot Raven in s1. I have a lot of thoughts on it and have had quite a few tumblr posts about it. This is a fictional show - it does not reflect reality. I’ve been on the fringes of fandom for a long time and I know shipping doesn’t always mean yes, I want to see this relationship in real life. For me, I think it’s absolutely fascinating that someone Raven should hate has become one of her closest and most trusted friends. That she forgave him, and we as the audience get to see this dynamic change and grow, and that Murphy has always felt guilty about it even though he was being presented as selfish and out for himself - it’s such a huge, huge part of each of their character’s journeys. This is getting rather meta, but I don’t think either of these characters would have survived this long or evolved to the extent that they each have without specifically being around each other. 

And I absolutely can not discuss my love for Raven & Murphy without mentioning the whole way these two LOOK at each other! OMG have you SEEN it?!?? How could I not ship them when they look at each other like that! LOL! Also, I want to keep talking about this but I’ll stop now because I truly could go on forever and anyone who follows me already knows I’m wordy.

BESIDES Murven, what’s your favorite ship in t100? Honestly, nothing else comes close to Murven for me, but I did like Kabby before the show just eviscerated their characters. I like the possibilities of Niytavia still. I can see why people ship Murphamy in the earlier seasons. Definitely think Echo/Roan could’ve been something intriguing. And I’ve got this weird thing going right now where I wouldn’t hate Murphy/Russheda, but admittedly that’s mostly about the aesthetic! I tried really hard to like other partners for Raven & Murphy since they’ve always been my faves, but I’ve been meh about all the possibilities except Luna as a partner for Raven or as a Luna/Raven/Murphy threesome. At some point I might write that. Otherwise I’d say I tend to like the friendships more than the ships.

what are some things you’d like to recommend? I always hesitate to recommend other stories & authors because I can’t stand the idea of people feeling left out if I forget to mention them! But I would like to say that I really and truly love my fellow Murven shippers who read & support my stories and who create content like fic and art and gifs and fanvids. I find so much inspiration in them even though sometimes I can’t get through 30 seconds of a fanvid before I have to pause it because the angst is too much for me!

Since you’re kind enough to ask me this question and maybe a few people will read this answer, please - I recommend that everyone educate themselves on social justice and climate change and Black Lives Matter and capitalism and unions and what intersectionality & solidarity truly mean! Vote like your lives depend on it because THEY DO!

ed’s note: compiled a few resources -Rebel Well: A Starter Survival Guide to Trumped America -Jacob and Al’s Intergalactic Intersectionality Adventure -Get involved in your local chapter of DSA -Join Your Local Mutual Aid Group -Keeping Yourself Safe Online In This Capitalistic Hellscape -Angela Davis’ book Are Prisons Obsolete? -Resource about defunding the police

You can find @easilydistractedbyfanfic here on Tumblr, on Twitter, and on AO3. You can also a request a fic written by her via @bellarkefic-for-blm!

[ober-affen-geil]

Please share all of the things about paper? I know nothing of anything you listed and now am curious and listening to someone who's passionate about something talk about it is honestly my favorite thing. What is deacidification and what consequences has it wrought? What qualities does onionskin paper possess and are you for or against it? Why are basic office supplies the devil and what, then, is your preference? WHAT IS THE GREAT PULP PAPER SWITCH?! I'm dying to know

Anon. You. You are my favorite.

Ok *cracks knuckles* important context. I am an archivist, I work with paper whose creation dates from anywhere to several hundred years ago to several decades ago. Our main goal in archives is long term preservation; basically make stuff last as long as possible as-is. 

Now, all of the stuff I mentioned in my tags on the post anon is asking about sort of tie together, so let me sing you the song of the archives.

tl;dr Office supplies are the devil and so is onionskin paper, paper used to be better and then it got worse, and humans tried to fix the bad paper by throwing chemicals at it.

Let’s start at the top. Idk how many of you did or had a paper making demonstration at some point in their youth, I did but I realize my experiences are not universal. Basically, paper is made by turning a material into pulp (exactly what it sounds like) and adding water and a sizing agent to make it a slurry (a very gross looking soup consistency). 

- A sizing agent is something that is used so that ink doesn’t “feather” when it touches the page. An unsized piece of paper will act like a paper towel with liquid. Not ideal for writing on. Sizing will become important later -

The slurry is then captured in a frame and the water is more or less squeezed out of it until you’re left with soggy pulp that you dry out and presto! Paper. Here’s a quick video showing the process.

Now. The first material that was used for paper was literally cotton rags. They were shredded and pulped and then made into paper. It’s called cotton rag paper and it was the main paper supply until the early-mid 1800s. It has a completely different feel to it than the paper we use today, it feels more like cloth. Paper money is made from something like it because it’s a lot more durable.

- Fun fact, “parchment”, which predated cotton rag paper, is not actually “paper” as we think of it. Parchment very specifically refers to a finely cured animal skin that was written on. Vellum is the same thing except finer, usually calfskin where regular parchment is sheepskin. -

Problem was, with the advent of movable type and higher literacy rates, the need for paper was steadily increasing. And cotton rags just weren’t cutting it. So manufacturers started looking for a more plentiful source. And they found trees!

Turns out wood pulp makes an excellent paper, toss in a little bleach and it works great! So around about the 1860s, most newspapers had switched over to wood pulp paper instead of cotton rag paper. And everything was looking up!

BUT.

Here’s the thing about wood pulp. It has a naturally occurring chemical called “lignin”, which is hella acidic. Not like burn-your-fingers acidic, but like over-time-this-material-will-chemically-eat-itself acidic. Which started to be a problem a couple decades after wood pulp paper started to be mass-produced. 

The good news is, what they quickly figured out was if they added a basic solution (who remembers their high school chemistry?) in the initial sizing agent it would neutralize the natural acidity in the pulp and the paper would last a lot longer.

But this did fuck all to help the paper that had already been made and was quickly becoming very fragile. Whatever can we do?!

Well, some genius (I use that term as sarcastically as possible) got the idea that maybe we could do the same thing - add a basic solution to acidic paper - to paper that had ALREADY been made! Brilliant! The process was called “deacidification” and it was very popular in the 1970s. The idea was to basically give at risk paper a “bath” and it would solve the problem. Here’s a video about it made by American higher ups that is absolutely hysterical imo.

Well, the university where I work had its own deacidification lab, which was fine. Deacidification does work, when done properly and when very specific criteria is met by the paper being treated. When that’s not what happens….it gets messy. The main problem with the deacidification process at my university is that it wasn’t being run by people who really knew what they were doing. Because what they understood about what needed to be done and the WHY behind what they were supposed to be doing were two different things.

Long story short they hella botched the deacidification process, and now not only does a large part of several of our more highly used collections have a lovely gross chemical residue all over it, they also managed to “deacidify” a good chunk of letters that were from the 1700s. AKA they were on cotton rag paper. AKA they were not actually acidic to begin with. I may be bitter.

Anyway. Speaking of types of paper, let’s talk about oinion skin. My sworn enemy. Onion skin paper was used for copying purposes when carbon copies were a thing, otherwise known as the early part of the 1900s up until when copy machines became a thing in the middle-late part. It’s still used if you’re filling out something with a “copy” attached to it, usually yellow, that you get to keep.

It’s called “onion skin” because that’s kind of what it looks and feels like; it’s thin like tissue paper but it’s sized in something that makes it much more durable. Easier to make multiple copies at once on a typewriter by stacking several sheets together. Great! Except it’s the fucking cockroach of paper.

It just fucking LIES there and is fragile enough that you can’t really do too much with it, but whoever sold their soul to make it less destructible than it should be got their money’s worth because it won’t die. It just. Doesn’t age the same way regular paper from the same time frame does and it doesn’t fucking go away.

But GOD HELP YOU if there’s a paper clip attached because you ain’t getting that sucker off without tearing the page short of an intervention by a surgical professional and the pope himself.

And do you know why? BECAUSE OFFICE SUPPLIES ARE THE LITERAL WORST.

I’m talking staples, paper clips, tape, sticky notes, glue sticks, binders, stick-on labels, et fucking cetera. It comes down to two things, metal and adhesive, and the fact that neither of those two things age very gracefully.

You know what’s fun? Clicking a stapler together. Very satisfying, punching that thing through the paper you just finished and are ready to turn in. You know what’s NOT fun? Prying rusty staples out of a stack of 50 year old papers with your fingers because they’ve rotted themselves into it and the tool you have for it won’t work. Same for fucking paper clips, because rusty metal eats into paper. Seriously, there will be a hole left when you finally pry it out. Not to mention rust stains. 

And ADHESIVE oh MAN. The thing is, over time it dries out. And rots. So depending what you’re looking at, it could be a sticky, half-melted pile of goo that doesn’t want to stay where it was, it could be straight up gone with a yellow stain to mark where it was, or it could have eaten into the paper it was stuck to and left a hole. Any way you slice it, it ain’t doing it’s job any more. Which is why traditional scrapbooks are usually an utter shit show.

But anyway, that’s that on that. If you have MORE questions, I am very, very happy to rant or find pictures of horror stories. There are a lot!