#there are a select few books that fits in pockets

[saltlickmp3]

there's a bit in the starless sea when zachary is waiting for dorian and wishes he had a book so he could read while he waits AND I THINK OF THIS EVERY DAY

I NEED MORE LITTLE BOOKS TO PUT IN MY POCKETS

[madelynraemunson]

mini series

GO BACK | NEXT LEVEL 🔒 | theme song: new divide - linkin park

player zero: level one

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴛᴀQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ — ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴ — ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ (ᴠʀ) ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱ ᴠᴇɢᴀꜱ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ.

I remember black skies, the lightning all around me.

disclaimers: 18+, psychological thriller, blood, violence, sexual themes, swearing, reader interacts with the st characters, eddie falls for reader who goes by “zero/000, player zero”, reader’s gender identity isn’t specified but does have a vagina, unintentional plot divergence, upside down exists, vecna/001/henry exists, everything is basically canon until reader shows up… 😳, joseph quinn cameo at the end | pairing: eddie munson x reader x joseph quinn

a/n: enjoy everyone! i’m sorry this took so long to come out but i am committed to only releasing my best work to you guys 🩶 i hope you all enjoy level 001!!

[WC: 2.0k words]

“Player Zero…do you copy?”

🎮

By the grace of your headset, you begin to scan the dark, almost void-like, aperture that’s hijacked your surroundings.

“Copy,” you report back to James.

“Excellent.”

Everything around you is black, a noisy puddle sits at your feet. The room is crisp from the AC, and the props smell like rubber tires. And soon, with a push of a button, you will come face to face with the Mind Flayer, saving everyone from this ill-fated town once and for all.

You can’t believe this. What thousands will pay to do, you get to experience for free, having been one of the few selected to try out the new Stranger Things: Virtual Reality Game at the Las Vegas Sphere. (Not to mention, you're the biggest Stranger Things fan in your hometown and quite possibly the biggest Joseph Quinn fan in the state of Nevada).

Eddie's death left you completely shattered. He just fit in so well with the older members of the party that you were almost certain the Duffers would keep him around. But to your despair, alongside many others, they did what they do best and killed off another fan favorite.

But there was something beautiful that came out of Eddie's death. Because of Stranger Things 4, Joseph Quinn has been getting booked for acting gigs left and right, getting asked to come to fan conventions, and you were able to find a community on Tumblr who shared the same love for him and Eddie Munson, and with that notion alone, means the silly metalhead lives on through you guys.

Your dream is to meet Joe one day. You’ve been frantically saving up for the day you get to hug him and thank him for everything he’s done for you and others. Whenever that may be. Until then, all you could do is support his work and contribute to all of his supporting franchises. Much like this one.

“I can’t wait to tell all my mutuals all about this game,” you think to yourself.

James permits you to walk around in order to adapt to your environment. You’re already planning what to tell your friends based on your observations so far. But since pictures aren't allowed, your phone remains in your back pocket for the time being.

“Alright Player Zero,” your guide further instructs you. “You’re going to walk through the gate. And from there the game will begin.”

“And what if I need to pee?”

The comment earns you a chuckle from James. “That’s fine. You’ll just have to take your headset off and call out to me.”

James asks you if you have any other questions. You couldn’t help yourself.

“Will I interact with any characters? Like Eddie?”

“No Eddie unfortunately, it’s primarily the Mind Flayer,” James answers honestly. “Goal of the game is to fight the monster.”

“Understood,” you pout in disappointment.

“Hey but I’ll be surprised if you run into anyone though,” James laughs. “Tell ‘em I say hi if you do.”

Just then, a neon orange projection appears from the corner of your eyes, followed by some squelching noises that gnaw uncomfortably at your ears. And as you get closer to it, you can hear the shrieks of some very familiar, unearthly creatures.

“Walk through the gate now, Zero,” James instructs you.

You take a deep breath, a little scared at how vivid the graphics are but reassuring yourself that all of this is just a game.

“Walking,” you report.

Hobbling into the gate, the synthetic warmth massages your ankle as you squeeze your way on in. You land on the bottom tier, a floor below the floor you started on... one that you weren't aware existed until you continued to walk around.

“This isn’t so bad,” you mutter to yourself.

Just then, the noise around you cuts off and your headset broadcasts to black.

Tssssss.

Unsure whether or not this was part of the game, you continue to tread around the nothingness that is around you. Holding your arms out to keep your balance doesn’t seem to help, because the more you graze onto nothing, the more panicked you become.

This is odd. Where’s the Mind Flayer?

“James?!” you call out, your heart nearly beating out of your chest now.

Nothing.

Suddenly, obnoxious TV static overpowers your headspace. It’s accompanied by lightheadedness, the brightness of it all mercilessly stinging your eyes, and the high-pitched feedback noise that soon fills your ears is probably enough to make you go deaf for the day. Great, now you know why this is a trial run.

“James!” you hiss again quietly. “Anyone?!”

No response. You were never warned about this part. Was this even supposed to happen?

Absolutely frustrated now, you reach for your headset to get out of the game yourself. But to your surprise, you’re stunned to have gotten two palms full of your hair, and part of your face. There was no headset on your head. You’re walking in a void of nothingness, with no one around to help you.

“I need to pee…” is your final attempt to connect with somebody.

The ear-piercing, scratching sounds start up once again. This time grainier, louder. It continues for a while as you run around in a panic before halting to complete radio. silence.

“Wh-” you pant. “What’s happeni-”

JOLT!

“OH SHIT!”

You’re then met with an abrupt, devastating PUSH that sends you flying across the room and down — what you could only describe as — an endless black hole. Your hand clutches at your chest as an attempt to soothe yourself. You’re almost sure your heart stopped for a minute due to absolute shock.

SMACK!

In a millisecond, your body lands on a prickly patch that you soon make up to be loose straws of hay. Blending into the scenery now is that of a remote grass field, with the smell of fresh trees and newly cut blades of grass dancing around your nose.

You can’t think of any place in Las Vegas that would have a barren field like this. Nor can you think of a town nearby with this much of a Midwestern flare, this much empty — and grassy — land, and this much Kodak green undertone to its atmosphere. Unless…

It can’t possibly be. Are you in Hawkins?

You're standing around like an idiot trying to figure out how this could've possibly happened.

You knew this experience was 'all-immersive', but judging by the description, you were supposed to be taken to the Upside Down... and the backwoods by Reefer Rick's hideout was a long commute from. Was this Mind Fight going to be after-the-fact?

Trudging towards Reefer Rick’s now, you begin to think of other ways to get James' attention. But when you hear the faint voice of someone else coming from inside the abandoned lake house, suddenly getting out of the game becomes less of a priority.

“Eddie…” the familiar voice softly commands.

Eddie?

The voice you register belongs to no one other than Gaten Matarazzo, or Dustin Henderson in this sense. But that’s impossible, you think to yourself. James said that there were no characters in the game.

“We are on... your side...”

Oh, it’s this scene. Peaking through the door that was open a mere three inches, you're stunned to see the four dimensional manifestations of the characters you've grown to love right in front of your very eyes.

IMPOSSIBLE.

It's them. You almost stumble backwards when you see Sadie Sink and Maya Hawke alongside Gaten; and despite having their backs towards you, you know it is for sure them, and not some workers hired to play the part.

Your eyes travel to the corner of the room. Very much to your surprise, evident by the butterflies in your stomach, you're met with Joe Keery as Steve Harrington, and Joseph Quinn... the love of your life... in the flesh... your Eddie. Both characters are too focused on each other to even register your presence. If they are even able to see you at all.

You continue to be the fly on the wall while taking a few collected deep breaths. There's no way that they're in front of you right now. There's no way a whole SCENE from the show is panning out in front of you right now. Almost as if it's real time.

“I swear on my mother!” Gaten Dustin continues, trying to reason with Eddie so he can drop the knife and let go of Steve. He turns to the others for help.

“Right?! Guys?!”

“Yes, yes we swear,” the party clamors together in attempts to calm Eddie down.

“On Dustin’s mother,” Maya Robin attempts.

“Yeah, Dustin’s…Dustin’s mother…”

Keery’s voice is strained as he gulps in fear. Reasonably so, because there’s a knife pointed at his throat in this scene.

You clear yours at the doorway, causing everyone to deadpan to you in shock. So they can see you. And sure enough when this happens, that’s when your gaze lands on him. And his gaze lands on you.

It’s insane. It’s like you are looking Joseph Quinn in the eyes, but at the same time, it’s not him. It is literally — Eddie Munson. He's even more beautiful than you imagined.

“On Dustin’s mother?” you speak.

“Jesus, where did YOU spawn from?!” Gaten Dustin exclaims.

“Who’s that?” Sadie Max wonders.

“I…don’t know,” Maya Robin answers.

Immediately, Dustin runs to shield Eddie from your sight. But it’s already too late. And plus, Eddie’s eyes have already met yours. Studied yours.

“I’m…” you speak. “I’m here to help.”

You figured while James figures out what the actual fuck is wrong, that you’d interact with the characters. They’re right in front of you after all, and actually responding.

"I'm Zero..." you explain to them. "I'm not... I'm not from here, but I know a hell of a lot about this place. A lot more than you guys think."

“You know about what’s going on around here?” Robin inquires.

You nod. “And I know part of who is behind it all, and what we can do to stop him.”

"H...him?"

Eddie's timid stare pierces straight into you. It's enough for your knees to buckle, but you know you have to keep yourself collected otherwise the projections of these characters would probably freak out at you.

You hear a tiny thud sound against the wooden floor. Eddie has dropped the knife. Breathing a sigh of relief now, Steve sinks to the ground to gather himself. Meanwhile, a small circle gathers around you.

“There are… greater forces at bay,” you explain. “And it goes way beyond what you know about the demogorgons, the shadow monster, the Mind Flayer… There’s this... really powerful warlock…and a shadow that looms over him to do some really horrible things. And it’s not who you’d expect.”

“You know about those too?” Steve asks.

You nod. Eddie only seems more confused.

"A lot more than you know..." you warn him. "Trust."

"What else do you know about?" Dustin questions.

"I know about Eleven, and Will," you answer. "And how they're safer in California than here, but that doesn't necessarily exempt them from danger."

They all exchange looks with one another.

You can't help but look over at Eddie again.

"I know what happened to Chrissy," you say to him. He looks back up at you. "She's that nice girl from the middle school talent show, right?"

"I left her there," is all he says. He knows you understand what he meant by it. "I'm just a coward."

"You're not a coward, Eddie. Nothing you could've done could've prevented what happened at the trailer."

“Zero…” Dustin whispers to himself. Then he looks up at you with suspicion. Pointing an accusatory finger at you, he says, "How do we know you weren't sent by Hawkins Lab to spy on us?! You're a number after all."

"I'm not a number from the lab, trust me," you roll your eyes, slightly annoyed at Curly and his superstition. But it makes sense. "I don't even know Eleven, okay? Just think of me as... a guardian. From another universe. I think I was sent here to help you guys. I know how this shit ends, after all."

“How does it end?” Eddie asks you. “F-for us? For me?”

You turn to him in anguish.

“Not well, I’m afraid,” you respond honestly. “But if you guys are open to my help, I can get us out of this mess unscathed. Build up some leeway.”

You turn to Max who only seems to be backing further away from you. It's definitely in her character to do so, Maxine has always struggled to ask for help. But you know, deep down in those fearful blue eyes, she wants your help as much as she wants to run away from it.

"And we're gonna break you out of that curse," you say to her.

You're no expert on the laws of space-time, but it doesn't take a scientist to realize that you're in a different Hawkins reality. And knowing there are countless outcomes and experiences for existence, you can make this reality your own.

Which means, if you choose to stay in this 'game', and play the cards correctly, the Eddie standing directly in front of you has a second chance at life.

Now’s your chance to fix it. And experience an altered timeline. You don't know how this is possible, but it is. And after all, the Rule of Probability states, "the probability of an impossible event is Zero."

“If you guys want to save everyone in Hawkins, including Eddie and Max, you guys have to do EXACTLY what I say do you understand?”

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[self-shipping-doll13]

#6 - End Table Drawer

A Peak At What’s Inside Their… Prompts

Wc: 572

“Check the drawer, your earrings might still be in there,” Liam called, his voice carrying over the sound of a kettle boiling. A shrill, high whistle.

I hesitated, standing by his bed. Its frame was brass, the crisp linen duvet pin-striped, slightly rumpled and tracked across visibly by inquisitive paws.

It felt strange, opening someone else’s bedside drawer, like stepping into a part of them they didn’t always show, even if he was the one who told me to. But I had been missing those twinkling stars for days, so I knelt down and tugged the drawer open.

The first thing I saw there was a small wooden statuette of the Virgin Mary. Her tranquil face gazed upward, sweetly eyeless, the disc of her halo’s golden varnish chipped and the paint on her robes long faded to a soft blue-grey, as though time had rubbed her gentle. It sat upright with palms outstretched, nestled against a stack of books that looked like they’d been picked for nights when sleep came slow.

Seamus Heaney’s Death of a Naturalist sat on top, its jacket missing and pages marked with a pencil where Liam had underlined lines that must’ve struck a nerve. Beneath it was Patrick Kavanagh’s Selected Poems, the corners dog-eared and its spine cracked white where it had probably been opened and reopened countless times.

A tiny notebook, small enough to fit in a pocket, had a battered leather cover which peeked out from the side, its elastic barely holding it shut. I didn’t open it—it felt too personal, like I’d be reading his mind—but I couldn’t help wondering what thoughts or sketches or stray lines of poetry might be inside...

Scattered around were a few stubby pencils, BIC pens with peeling stickers, a gorgeous fountain pen with a shiny engraved nib, a ceramic ashtray, a folded up lottery ticket, a black polaroid camera, a loop of my hair ties, a tube of my lipstick, and a pair of reading glasses I’d never seen him wear but was oddly touched to discover. 

“Did you see them?” Liam called again, and I snapped out of my little trance.

“Not yet!” I called back, feeling a little guilty for how long I was taking.

I shuffled through the drawer’s other odds and ends: a silver lighter with a Celtic knot etched into its side, a half-melted candle, a tin of mints buried in the back. My fingers brushed something cool and smooth—a rosary, its beads worn down like pebbles in a stream.

Finally, I spotted one of the earrings, tucked right beside an old scuffed wristwatch with a cracked face that weighed down a bundle of elastic bound letters. And there, under a tangled cord of phone chargers, was the other.

“I’ve got them!” I announced, closing the drawer gently.

When I walked out, he was leaning against the counter, tea in hand. “Told you they’d be there.”

I caught my reflection on the polished kettle and started to put them on, thinking of how strange it was that I so often lost my things here. It was like a breadcrumb trail that always led me back to him.

“Didn’t strike me as the type to keep track of my earrings,” I said thoughtfully.

Liam chuckled, taking a sip with that enigmatic smile of his. “You’re not the first to misplace something in this flat, but you’re the first I’ve cared to find it for.” 

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[werewolfnightwalker]

Home

It wasn't much, at first.

In fact it was nothing at all, just an empty one bedroom apartment and a mattress on the floor. But for Hawks, who never had anything that truly belonged to him, and for Touya, for whom this was a fresh start, it was everything.

Touya worked his ass off at his new job at Hawks' new agency; it was smaller than the first had been, the dozens and dozens of sidekicks reduced to a select few teams, who found themselves actually able to help their boss instead of just cleaning up his mess. Touya only had a desk job, days filled with filing reports back and forth, but when his desk was literally in Hawks' office and gave him free access to the hero's snack stash, he had no complaints.

Eventually, when they were able to pocket their first paychecks, they bought a table and chair set. It was secondhand, but it fit perfectly into the corner they designated the dining room. They even had enough left over to order takeout, which they got to eat at their new table.

At the next check, it was a bed frame. Some slats were missing, one leg wobbled, but Touya solved that with a quick venture to a cheap crafts store. They managed to find a couch, a recliner, and even an end table just by taking night drives through neighborhoods and whisking the furniture off the curb where it had been left out for trash. A handful of nails and duct tape, and a 24 hr rental of a steam cleaner did wonders for the old junk.

Mirko gave them their first TV.

"We don't want charity." Dabi scowled.

"It's not. I lost the remote and was gonna toss it anyways." She rebuked. They took it, and Hawks found the remote for five bucks online. Friday night was spent curled up under a shared blanket, watching a show on a streaming service they paid for themselves.

Bit by bit by tiny bit, their apartment came together. Soon they had a bookshelf, that they filled with books and knickknacks from garage sales and secondhand shops. They bought posters and paintings and flags and neat things to decorate their walls, until the apartment was colorful and alive. They found a desk and chair set at a flea market, and suddenly Touya had a place to do artsy things and try out hobbies he'd never had before.

Hawks won a laptop in a giveaway at another hero's agency, and found that he really liked online puzzle games in his downtime. Their Friday nights in front of the TV started to include playing games and knitting together. Eventually, they had enough to replace their cheap and plastic cookware with actually decent stuff. Touya, admittedly, cried a little when he bought his very own rice cooker.

It took months, maybe even years. But one day Hawks- Keigo, he wasn't at the agency right now, he was allowed to be Keigo- stopped and took a look around at his little apartment, at the coat rack he put together last weekend and the new curtains Touya had picked out, at Touya sitting on the couch with a book and the cat they took in from the streets, and realized he was home.

[another-lost-mc]

alpheratz has all sorts of creative ways to keep you warm.

pairing: alpheratz x afab!reader

content: nsfw. thigh riding, sugar daddy kink if you squint.

word count: 1k

Alpheratz held your hips with his large, calloused hands while you worked yourself against his thigh. You were straddling him in the armchair in his private chambers, his shirt unbuttoned and his thick cloak was still draped over his shoulders. He leaned forward and dragged his lips across your collarbones. The fireplace nearby crackled and it cast his room in shadows that danced along your bare skin. He chased the shapes greedily with his tongue.

He came to your room earlier in the evening and smiled when you linked your arm through his. You walked side by side quietly as he led you to town, guiding you towards the cozy restaurant where he booked your dinner reservation. There was a new seasonal menu and a small selection of exquisite wines available for the holidays. He watched with a satisfied smile as you savored your meal and allowed him to pour you a glass of the most expensive ice wine to compliment your dessert. He didn’t like acknowledging his prestigious family or their wealth, but the rich foods and high-quality clothing he preferred were luxuries he could easily afford. Tonight’s dinner with you was no exception.

You’ve been dating for a few months now and his generous nature still surprised you. In the early days of his courtship, your room gradually filled with the slow trickle of things he gave you. He brought you a new set of sheets and a fluffy duvet a few days after you complained off-handedly that the school’s standard linens felt scratchy to use. You saved up and gifted him a small bottle of cologne on his birthday, something with subtle woody nights and a hint of musk. He reciprocated by commissioning a local alchemist to prepare a complimentary fragrance for you. When you wore it, the scent lingered in his room and his clothes, teasing him with your presence long after you’d gone.

After you were both full of good food and sweet wine, you slipped your hands in your pockets to shield them from the chilly wind as you started the walk back to Contell. Alpheratz rested his hand on your shoulder to stop you before he slowly drew your hands from your pockets. He pulled something out of his pocket, and you let him slide a pair of soft leather gloves onto your hands. They were dyed a deep chocolate brown that matched the cloak he wore. You flexed your fingers inside your new gloves and blushed at the perfect fit, as though he had them made specially for you.

Knowing him, he probably did.

“Alph, I can’t possibly accept these. They’re too much.”

He held your hands gently and admired how lovely you looked wearing them. “Your hands were cold.”

You laughed. “There are other ways to warm up, you know.”

At the time, you imagined tucking your hands back into your pockets, or possibly linking your fingers through his. You didn't imagine the situation you find yourself in now, but you can't complain; your body blazed with the heat of his lips on your neck. He moaned when your gloved fingers dug into his shoulders for purchase, the fine gloves preventing you from scratching him with your nails. You whimpered when his slacks brushed your skin as you rubbed yourself harder against his thigh. Your arousal trickled down your thighs and slicked the skin between your legs; it made the glide so much better.

“I’m going to ruin your pants if we don’t stop,” you whined into the crook of his neck, maintaining a quick, jerky rhythm as you rode him.

“I want you to,” he groaned, moving his thigh to meet your desperate movements. You trembled in his arms and knew you were close.

“I want—I want—” Pitiful whimpers tumbled from your lips between breathy moans, and you quickened your pace as pleasure began to crest over you like a wave. The chair creaked beneath the force of your rocking but neither of you cared enough to stop; he could always buy another.

“Anything you want,” he promised as he nuzzled against your ear, kissing the delicate skin and tugging it gently between his teeth. “Take it all, it’s yours.”

You muffled your cries into the thick hood of his cloak when you came. He wrapped his arms around you and held you steady when you collapsed against his chest in a sweaty, sated heap. He stroked your back and peppered your bare shoulder with featherlight kisses, murmuring praise for you all the while.

You didn’t have to look to know there was a large wet spot on his thigh from your slick. His cock was hard and needy between his legs; it pressed against your belly and stoked the embers of desire inside you every time it twitched. When you leaned in for a kiss, he obliged happily. He nipped at your lips and coaxed your tongue to twirl with his as he tasted your mouth and smiled at the taste of sweet fruity wine that lingered on your lips. You broke the kiss to gasp for air and you couldn't help but wonder what he saw when he looked at you: something made his gaze sinful, hungrier than you've ever seen him before.

After a few moments, he sat up straight in his chair and held your hands so you could slide off his lap without falling. “I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said thickly, raising your gloved hands to his mouth and kissing the buttery-soft leather that covered your fingers.

Was that all he wanted?

You were surprised by the request, but his words were laced with heat and it made you tremble with excitement. You wouldn't giving him a little performance if that’s what he wanted tonight. You walked backwards until the back of your thighs hit the mattress. Your clothes—or what was left of them—came off easily and dropped to your feet.

Once you were bare to his greedy gaze, you started to take your gloves off next. He leaned forward suddenly with his hand raised to stop you before you could pull the first glove off.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly. He was staring at your hands and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Keep them on.”

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[sandcobangevent]

the case of the mysterious test

by Badger and @alecs-potatofarm

The thing about being friends with Sherlock is that you can’t really keep anything from him. Most of the time that doesn’t bother me. I’m an open book, me. Besides, he’s my best friend. There are very few things I wouldn’t tell him. But it’s exactly because he’s my best friend that this one particular thing was off limits. At least until I worked out what, if anything, I was going to do about my feelings for him. But, despite my best efforts, he figured out I was hiding something anyway.

When we first started living together I’d only ever had relationships with women. Of course, I watched The Mummy and thought Brendan Fraser was fit. But didn’t everyone? I thought Sherlock, with his dimples and stuff, was just another one of those people everybody could agree on. 

The longer we lived together the more I started to wonder whether it might be more than just a passing attraction. The fact I didn’t move out as soon as I opened our freezer to grab some Phish Food and found nothing but an empty tub was proof of…something. I just didn’t know what exactly. So I turned to the old reliable—the internet.

I posted on Reddit about mostly liking women but having some pretty confusing feelings for this one guy who’s my best mate. I don’t live under a rock, I know what bisexuality is. I just didn’t necessarily think that word applied to me. Some of the forums were more useful than others, but none of them gave me concrete answers. 

One user replied with a link that read ‘Am I Gay? Quiz’ so I decided to click on it. Even though, obviously, an online quiz couldn’t tell me one way or the other if I was in love with Sherlock I thought the questions might at least point me in the right direction. 

The first question was difficult. Have you ever had feelings for a same-gender close friend? If I knew that I wouldn’t have been taking the quiz in the first place. The second question was easier. Have you ever kissed someone or wanted to kiss someone of the same gender? I thought about the way Sherlock pouted when he was thinking about a particularly tricky part of a case and selected ‘I haven’t done it, but I want to try it’.

The rest of the questions asked me about my dating history, my friends, and how I’d feel if somebody assumed I was gay. I fudged the last answer because it asked me about my ‘For You Page’ but didn’t give me an option to say ‘I’m too old for TikTok’ then I hit submit. Instead of giving me a result right away it asked for my phone number. I should have just closed the tab and satisfied my curiosity elsewhere rather than handing over my personal data but…I didn’t.

————————————-

An hour later I was pacing around the kitchen waiting for a pan full of water to boil for some tomato penne pasta when my phone went off. The screen lit up, my phone vibrating on the table. Sherlock glanced down at it before I had a chance to move it out of view. 

“Your test results are here,” he read aloud. “What test results?”

I tried to play it cool while I moved toward him,  grabbed my phone and shoved it in my pocket. “It’s nothing important, mate. Just a silly Buzzfeed quiz. Me and Maz wanted to know what…uh…pasta shape we were.”

“You wanted to know…what pasta shape you are?”

“Yeah. She says she’s ravioli but I personally think she’s more of a fusilli. I’m lasagne, obviously. Sturdy. Dependable. Comforting.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“You know…”

I made some vague gestures, trying to capture Mariana’s vibe through arm movements. I probably looked as ridiculous as I felt. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched into an involuntary smile. 

“I really don’t.”

“It’s…” I pushed my hair back from my face. “It’s nothing. Like I said, just a silly Buzzfeed quiz.”

Sherlock looked me up and down, examining me with those piercing blue eyes of his while drumming his long fingers on the table. “If it’s so silly why do you feel the need to lie to me about it?”

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

“Your breathing is heavier. You’re shifting your body weight from one foot to another and, perhaps most importantly, you looked at the bag of penne pasta on the side over there before you told me what the topic of the quiz was.”

I should have known that Sherlock would notice. After all, our podcast wouldn’t exist without him being remarkably observant. It hit me pretty quickly that a certain amount of honesty was the best policy. 

“I’m not lying it’s just…personal. Alright? I don’t really want to get into it just yet.”

“What kind of test result would be so personal you wouldn’t want to tell me but also so informal that you’d receive the results by text?”

“You tell me, mate.” 

“Mmm, I have some theories but nothing immediately comes to mind. I like this. The case of the mysterious test results.”

With that, Sherlock left the kitchen. I sat down on one of the dining table chairs and slumped over with a groan, holding my face in my hands. I knew that if I did decide to tell Sherlock how I felt that it would require a lot of sensitivity. This was so far from how I wanted him to find out. I thought about my options, weighing up the benefits of coming clean versus coming up with a more convincing excuse for the text.

There was one thing I knew I had to do for sure, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket and deleted the text without clicking on the link. I didn’t need the results of a mostly arbitrary and completely made up quiz to tell me how I felt about Sherlock. The way my heart pounded in my chest as I tried to calm my breathing and top my body from shaking was all the proof I needed. 

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 9: Ruffled Feathers

“What would you like to drink?” Marco asks, as you step up to the café counter. It’s a small section of the larger book store, but the floors are stone and there’s trashcans all through the store. The drinks come covered and there’s signs everywhere reminding people to be mindful of their drinks and other food items. “I figure we can have something to warm us up and get the lay of the land before we settle in for something to eat.”

“A black coffee, please.” You request.

“Nothing fancy? It’s my dime.” He says with a smile.

“The hallmark of a good coffee shop is how well they can do the basics.” You say sagely.

Marco chuckles. “A fair point. Two medium black coffees, Miss Gram.”

“Oh! Doc! I didn’t recognize you.” She says with a smile as she rings up the order. “Definitely not the vibe I was expecting.”

“It’s a special occasion, yoi.” He admits and you see Gram’s gaze shift.

“Oh hooo- so it is. Well, not to harsh your flow doc, but these are on the house now.”

“Ah, miss Gram, I-.” Marco starts to stammer.

“I won’t give away all your secrets, doc, don’t panic.”

“You know secrets?” You pipe up. “Why Miss Gram that is a lovely purple hat.”

“Oi, oi, oi, don’t joke, yoi!” Marco looks truly flustered, his ears are pink and his eyes aren’t as relaxed as usual. He doesn’t look angry, but you’re also not trying to make him uncomfortable. Accidentally, or otherwise.

A little nervous though, maybe.

“Another time then, eh Gram?” You question and she smiles.

“I work most of the evening shifts.” She replies back, handing over two coffees. “Enjoy your evening with that stuffy old bird.”

Marco winces, letting out a heavy, if not defeated sigh.

“I think you’ve aged a few years in the last few minutes… doc.” You say cheekily as the two of you make your way into the bookstore part of the business.

“I feel it, yoi.” He says flatly, taking a sip of coffee.

“Truly worried?” You question, leaning forward a little to catch his gaze. The smile that crosses his face makes you feel better.

“… Nah. Gram’s good people, she might embarrass me half to death, but she wouldn’t say anything I’d rather you hear from me.” Marco admits.

You just smile at the statement, and the two of you walk through the store. Marco’s suggestion is to get an idea of where everything is first, and then if you wanted to walk through a particular section you could double back. Aside from books there were also little pockets of other products, either on the ends of the aisles or tucked into small stands. More than wanting to diversify, it was almost like the store owner didn’t want any space to go to waste.

There was ample room to walk the aisles, but along with selections of tarot cards, greeting cards, puzzles, figurines, candles, journals, and varied writing sets there were places to sit. The store was bigger than you had expected, but not the largest bookstore you’d been in. The size was kind of perfect, almost freakishly so.

When you finished your initial walk through the sections, you had both completed your coffees. Just in time to have looped back to the front of the store, within view of the café. The coffee was delicious, the layout was intuitive and business savvy, and the ambiance of the store was comfortable.

“This is a really nice place.” You admit, tossing your cup in a nearby bin. “The layout’s effective and efficient, the music’s not too loud or soft. If they could fit a fireplace in here, I don’t know that I’d leave.”

He smiles looking at his watch. “They close at 11, so that leaves us quite a few hours, yoi. But, they will kick us out eventually.”

“You don’t happen to be, uh, hungry, do you?” You prompt a little sheepishly. You’re realizing that you had breakfast, but you’d gotten so caught up in everything else you’d skipped lunch.

“I had a late breakfast at the office, but nothing since. I could certainly eat, yoi.” He looks over at the café and then looks back at you. “Need something more substantial than some toasted sandwiches?”

“Ehhhh, heh, yeah. I could make due with sandwiches.” You assure him. “But I’m realizing I skipped lunch and could go for something more.”

“Well, there’s an Italian place down at the end of the plaza.” He says, but there’s something in his tone and expression.

“Is it… not good?”

“It’s not that, it’s run by one of my brothers.” He admits.

“Oh. … Ooooooh.” You’re almost certain you’ve grown ears and a tail your smile is so cat-like.

Marco laughs despite it. “You’re not even conflicted, yoi.”

“Oh, no, I am. I’m very conflicted.” You assure him. “Conflicted about whether or not I walk down that way or skip the entire time.”

He laughs again, even louder than before, as he’s opening the door for you while the two of you leave Cups & Covers. “I’m more worried for you than myself, but if you insist.”

“Do I get to hear about this brother before we get there?” You question as the two of you walk hand-in-hand down the plaza.

“You’ve heard of him before, so I don’t see why not, yoi.” Marco rubs his chin a little as he considers. “Thatch owns the place, got it up and running before Pops passed away. A few extended family members work there with him, but too many rowdy brothers in the kitchen doesn’t work, so none of the direct siblings work with him.”

“I thought Thatch filled your dad’s shoes?”

“He did. Everyone pitches in to take care of the kids, so aside from doing paperwork, and assigning guardianship so the work’s spread around, there’s not much else for him to do, yoi. He works, same as most other parents. The main house is full though, no one’s left alone unless they can find a scrap of space to retreat to when they need it.

“But, old Thatchie-boy’s been cooking since he was six. A full two years before Pops was even okay with him doing it.” He explains, chuckling at the memory. “He’ll cook anything, but Italian is family cuisine, so he says, and so that’s what he decided to focus on, yoi.”

“So, pizza, pasta, garlic toast?” You prompt.

“Yeah, full run of things. Pasta dishes are the most prevalent, but there’s seafood platters, soups, all the way to carpaccio. It looks like a pizza and subs joint, pushed into a hole in the wall – at least from the outside. It’s a local’s paradise, yoi.”

“Won’t he be packed?” You question, looking at the time.

Marco doesn’t look at you as he clears his throat. “Probably, yoi.”

You give him a funny look, but as you continue down the plaza you realize that the place is more than just busy, there’s a line of people out the door. Marco walks right on by, waving to a few folks as you pass them. Despite the wait, no one outside seemed irritated by his actions.

“Marco, what are we-.”

“It’s alright.” He interrupts, opening the door and letting you step through first.

Walking through the door was like walking into a completely different world. The interior was old world, dark wood and heavy tables. The place looked small on the outside, but the space wrapped around the bend, and was easily three times larger than it first appeared to be. The lights were low, but not dim, and the scents of sweet tomato sauces and savory butter sauces permeated the air.

A young girl at a podium smiled up at Marco as he came in behind you.

“Uncle Marco, right on time.” She says happily, grabbing a couple menus and motioning for you to follow her.

“Right on time?” You start to question Marco, but he nudges you forward with little more than a smile.

While the place was packed, there was still enough space between the tables and booths. You didn’t have to worry about accidentally bumping some poor diner as you walked by, following the young girl through the tangle of tables. There were a few booths set into the wall that had curtains across them. Compared to the rest of the restaurant they offered some semblance of privacy.

The curtains were just short enough that the servers could see which ones were and weren’t occupied, and just long enough that the only thing anyone else could really see were the diners legs and feet. The hostess pulled back the curtains to one such booth and took a step back.

“Here you are.” She says cheerfully.

You give Marco a look before sitting down on one side of the table. He does his best to look properly admonished before seating himself across from you. The hostess sets the menus down on the table and lets you know your server will be with you shortly.

You shed your hoodie and side eye Marco a little. “We’re right on time, huh?”

“Seems so.” He says almost innocently.

The booth was a little dimmer than the main area, but there was a lit candle on the table to make up for it.

“And if sandwiches had been sufficient?” You question, folding your hands in front of you as you set them on the table.

“Then I would’ve called and released the table.”

“A place this busy, you had to have reserved the table weeks ago.”

“Oh, not at all. Thatch doesn’t take reservations.” He says with a smile.

“Doesn’t – then how’d you-?”

Marco lets a laugh slip before he gets a hand over his mouth and catches himself. “Sorry, you look really cute when you’re flustered like that.”

You can feel the blood rushing up to your face and grab a menu to hide behind it. You hear Marco grab the other menu as he leans back in the booth. There are a couple minutes of silence before he breaks it, the tone of a smile etched into his voice.

“Care for any recommendations, yoi?”

“… Sure.” You agree, peeking up over the top of the menu.

Before Marco can say anything, the curtains part, and a tall, barrel-chested man with a black goatee and an impressive pompadour hair style steps into view, setting down two glasses of ice water.

“What a lovely couple, welcome to my fine establishment.” He says, a grin as crooked and disarming as the scar on his face. “Can I start you off with something to drink, perhaps?”

Marco has the same half-lidded look on his face he usually has, but you can see traces of irritation at the edges of his smile. “Don’t you have a restaurant to run, yoi?”

“Ha! And miss this, not a chance.” Thatch beams, turning toward you with a wide grin. “I’m going to bleed this wretched brother of mine dry,” he laughs. “So feel free to order whatever you want, miss.”

You give him a crooked grin in return. “Then, I am at the mercy of your recommendations, sir.”

“Thatch.” Marco says as evenly as he can muster, but Thatch waves him off.

“I have some perfectly aged bourbon for the best Old Fashioned you’ve ever had.” He offers.

You look over at Marco who is a moment away from disappearing into his own hands.

“I think I already have the best old fashioned there is, sitting across from me.” You answer evenly. Marco’s neck and ears are red but he’s grinning devilishly at his brother who is looking at you mouth agog for a moment before he manages to compose himself.

“… I have to request, kind miss, that you compare my old fashioned with other drinks, and not-.”

“I mean, he is a tall glass of water as it is.” You muse. It felt good to fluster someone else after Marco had gotten you so good earlier. Thatch might be your unfortunate primary focus, but you could see that you were flustering both of them.

Thatch’s face was turning an impressive pink, and he straightened up, clearing his throat. “Different drink then?” He prompts, not meeting your eyes.

“An Old Fashioned is perfectly fine.” You answer evenly. Marco’s nearly biting through his lip to stifle a laugh as he enjoys the show.

“Very well.” Thatch turns to Marco and his expression goes a little sour. “I shouldn’t even offer, bird brain, but what do you want.”

“Seeing as I’m already a tall glass of water,” he’s nearly laughing as Thatch’s face turns redder. “I’ll take an Old Fashioned as well, yoi.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll get an order of bruschetta in too, and you two kindred spirits can sort out what you want for your entrées on your own.” He says, going from looking irritated to smiling by the time he finishes his sentence and leaves.

You and Marco both laugh after he’s gone, and after a minute the vet sighs.

“I haven’t seen him turn that red in a long time, yoi.” He admits, wiping his face absently.

“You were pretty in pink yourself,” you point out with a grin.

“Aye, I’m sure,” he smiles. “You certainly give as good as you get.”

You bite your lower lip a little, as you lift the menu back up. “In more ways than one.”

You hear the low chuckle from the other side of the table, follow by a quiet, “Oh, I don’t doubt that.”

[imaginativemind29new]

Word Find Tag

Thanks @starlit-hopes-and-dreams for tagging me and for the patience because it took me a while to remember you tagged me lol

So my words were never, murmur, life, change, mistake and I took them all from my main WIP The Heir's Curse, but that's no surprise really lol

Your words: fire, light, book and chance

Tagging without any pressure at all: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams (I am tagging you back :D) @i-can-even-burn-salad @the-broken-pen@jay-avian

Let's bring it on :D

Never (Robyn POV)

Milah, like all other novices, was the daughter of an ordained priestess, conceived during the Rite and with the blessings of our Great Mother. As a true daughter of Celnaer, her destiny was already predetermined. That was not the case for me. I was no born priestess and not a day went by without me being reminded of it. My sisters made sure of it. Fraud. Wannabe shadow witch. Imposter. Their words were still ringing in my ears and my nails dug into my palms. As if it was my fault in the first place. I didn't choose boarding a ship bound to Wraesian with my parents. I didn't summon the storm that broke the vessel to pieces as if it was merely a toy and took away my parents. I didn't ask the sea to pull me under and drown me, nor did I ask for the strong arms that grabbed my body and saved me. It wasn't my choice, but the grace of the Great Mother that saved me that day. It was her grace that led the few survivors to the safe haven that was Celnaer where the High Priestess Eirene found me and accepted me into her temple. I was only five years old and she's treated me like I was her own blood ever since. Very much to the disdain of some of the elder priestesses. But not Milah, never Milah. Whenever the shadows seemed to take over my mind, she was the sun that chased them away.

Murmur (Baz POV)

"Careful," Faolán hissed and pulled a pocket mirror from his pocket. He adjusted the sides made of moon glass so that the incoming moonlight was reflected on the floor and revealed what lay between us and the treasure. I exhaled sharply as my gaze fell on what seemed to be random symbols drawn onto the stone floor. Defence spells. I should have known. Even an arrogant bastard like Drogan wasn't so simple-minded as to leave his trinkets without extra protection. Even if it meant breaking the law.

"I guess good ol' Drogan doesn't think much of rules," I murmured. Faolán gave a snort of laughter.

"Since when do the rich give a damn about the law?"

"True," I replied with a grin as I carefully stepped around the runes. "Then again, neither do we."

Life (Baz POV)

I couldn't deny that I was tempted by the idea. In Anoven my crew would be safe, and so would I. But was I ready to give up the pirate life for good? Of course there had been days when I thought about it, scarce moments where I allowed my mind to wander to the shards of a little boy's dream. To a small house built in the middle of fields. A small garden overgrown with a wild selection of fruit and vegetables and fresh water drawn from my very own well. A place where sea-dried, bloody skin and weeks of meagre bread and pale water would once and for all be a thing of the past. A life of peace.

Change (Robyn POV)

"So you're the first mate," I said to break the awkward silence between Faolán and me. After all, I would be spending four days on this ship, so it seemed only appropriate to get to know parts of the crew a little.

"Your perceptiveness is truly remarkable," Faolán replied without giving me a glance. But I decided not to be intimidated by his taunting comment. He didn't trust me, that much was clear, and frankly I couldn't blame him. If I were part of this crew, I wouldn't trust me either. And I suspected he wouldn't change his mind about me so quickly, no matter how hard I tried to fit in.

Mistake (Robyn POV)

"Come on Naera, you're a girl, she's a girl." Faolán pointed between the two of us. "Who better than you to share the hammock with her?"

If looks could kill, I was pretty sure Faolán should be dead on the floor at that moment. The first mate seemed to notice his fatal mistake as well, because the next moment he raised his hands in a pacifying manner. "Not my order, it comes from the captain."

I frowned. That wasn't entirely true, but I knew better than to contradict Faolán in Naera's presence.

[chineseredcarpet]

do you know if the c-actresses red carpet dresses from famous couture designers like elie saab, zuhair murad, giambattista valli, rahul mishra etc are sponsored or rent or bought? i assume chinese stylists must have great networking skill and good relationship with these designers. has any of the stylist team share about the process behind the red carpet look?

t works similarly to how red carpet dresses work in other industries - they're loaned from the designer. FashionModels (a pretty prominent fashion account) did a Q&A with several celeb stylists last year. Translating a few:

Who covers shipping costs for getting the clothes from overseas? Most of the time the stylist. Sometimes the cost of delivery may even surpass how much a stylist is paid for one event, but to maintain long-term collaboration, the stylist often is still willing to pay out of pocket. They can usually also make this up from being booked for artists' commercial activities later on. Some stylist teams now request the artists pay for this fee.

What happens if two artists have their eye on the same dress from the same brand? Whoever has the higher "status". If it's similar/equal, then first come first serve.

Can really popular celebrities wear whatever brand they want? Not necessarily, still depends on brand and whether they think you're a good fit. Some don't just look at popularity, they also want to support works, those who have good fashion sense/vibes.

Why did Giambittista Valli loan so many haute couture dresses at Weibo Night (this was in regards to last year's Weibo Night)? They have plans to get further into the Chinese market. Also, those who wore GBV this time all are pretty decently known, so it's also good marketing for the brand.

Will artists who have contracts with big brands be limited when selecting clothes from other brands? Yes. In contracts, it's usually noted they can't wear rival brands.

How early do you start preparing for the red carpet? As soon as a celeb confirms they'll be attending, I'll get on Whatsapp & start contacting brands. (From stylist Wish Gui)

When brands consider loaning clothes, what's more important, the network of the stylist or the "status" of the artist? Both are important! Another stylist responded that it depends on the artist.

On who makes final decisions: Wish Gui responded that it's sometimes the artist, sometimes their team, sometimes the stylist. Another stylist (anonymous) said it's up to the artist and their team. (Wish Gui is one of the more well known stylists so that could factor into the different responses).

[pricklyest]

What e reader did you buy? Do you recommend it?

I was waiting to answer this when I stopped being sick so I could maybe be coherent but at this point idk when that's going to happen so we're just going to go w it and hope this makes sense sorry

I bought a kobo clara 2e. I wanted the smallest ereader I could find that was a reasonable price and also waterproof because I like to read in the bathtub and I am not immune to dropping things in the water. have ruined more than one book that way, have also ruined a nintendo switch that way.

the kobo ecosystem is not bad in terms of ereaders if you exclusively buy your ebooks from the kobo store. the kobo store is better than the amazon ebook store imo bc it lets you download drm-free versions of your purchases without having to go through any conversions, which I don't think is true of the kindle store.

kobo also lets you upload your own epubs and pdfs to the ereader from your computer pretty easily (you can add them like you would to a flash drive or you can use something like calibre to manage your library for you). there have been a few times when I've plugged my kobo into my computer and it hasn't automatically connected so I had to disconnect and reconnect it but then it worked fine. so it can be finicky but ultimately you should be able to get it.

the software that actually opens the ebooks and that you read with is actually different based on whether it's an epub in the kobo format (the filename will end with .kepub.epub) or literally anything else. kepubs will support more features, like annotations and faster page flips and easy word lookups in dictionaries (especially useful for reading the locked tomb which is Full of vocab words). you can also actually make changes the the font type and size. whereas anything else it just displays and doesn't let you highlight, annotate, or select text text. you can zoom in on things, but that's about it.

the good news is there are a lot of tools that let you turn things into kepubs. I currently use a plugin you can get for calibre, but I'm thinking about trying kepubify bc some of the epubs I've downloaded have turned into funky formatting with the calibre plugin.

right now my kobo clara 2e downsides are 1) device is still bigger than I'd like*, 2) kepub vs other file formats thing is mildly annoying, 3) can't buy ebooks from kobo store via app on my phone, have to either buy from kobo website or from my ereader, 4) screen is often less sensitive than I'm used to with other touch screen devices (this may just be an ereader thing), 5) I can't send books to my kobo wirelessly unless I've purchased them in the kobo store (idk if this is something I could do for other ereader systems, I haven't looked).

*there aren't really any devices from any of the major ereader brands with screens smaller than 6in (which is what the clara 2e has). I also looked at the xiaomi inkpalm 5, which does appear to be an ideal size for me, but you have to do some annoying command line shit to get it running in english and it doesn't appear to be waterproof. I may look into it again if I get sick enough of not having my ereader actually fit in my pants pockets. you could also get an eink phone and use it as an ereader, but they're phone prices instead of ereader prices, and most of them have the same language support issues the xiaomi has. the other thing I looked at is the open book project and the m5 paper which are both diy ereader kits and I'm more inclined to fuck with one of those than the xiaomi if I decide to do something more fun in the future, but I don't have the bandwidth for that right now.

kobo also supports integration with overdrive so you can check out library books, but I have recently discovered my library card is expired and bc I'm sick I haven't gone in to get a new one yet so I have no idea what that looks like and whether or not reading library ebooks uses the good reader (like with kepubs) or the no features reader.

one last annoying thing is the kobo store on the reader keeps trying to tell me to subscribe to kobo plus, which is basically like spotify premium but for ebooks and/or audiobooks. but not all titles ever are included so I haven't really looked into it v much bc rn I've found what I wanted to read through other methods (shout out to standardebooks.org)

anyway overall I would say I'd recommend it if your use case is exactly the same as mine, which is I wanted something small to read in the bath and carry around to hopefully replace my doomscrolling habit with reading like I used to when I was a kid, and it so far has been mildly successful. I did start wearing a fanny pack on a regular basis so that way I could actually carry it around everywhere like my phone, but even with a fanny pack I don't think you could fit something much bigger than 6-7in screen, so I'm not sure anything else would work. if you wanted a bigger ereader, I know someone else who has one of the larger kobos (not sure which one, we don't talk super often) and seems p happy w it. I briefly entertained the idea of getting one from kobo w a stylus and using that to take notes in class bc I saw some people in the ereader subreddit say they liked using it for that, and then I remembered I have an ipad and apple pencil to do that exact thing already and I'm already really happy w that setup.

[un-aesthetic]

A Matter of Time

(( So, I can't commit to writing a full wattpad story so here's a short story about time travel I wrote last year hehe :D ))

I gripped my jacket in anticipation, my hands sweating immensely. Today was the day. Today was the day when I, Cassian Thatcher, am to be the first person to ever travel time. Sounds fun and exciting right? Wrong. Well, when I first got selected to test it out I felt so cool, I was finally doing something exciting in my life. Plus, I would be famous! So many benefits. But now, as I stand in front of this futuristic door, all the excitement was gone. So many questions were going through my head. What if the beta test fails? What if I can't come back, I'll be lost in history? The only thing standing between me and this… machine is 7 minutes, exactly.

I was currently like a doll, standing with my arms open. Multiple people were checking through my pockets, purse and my whole attire to make sure I was more than fit to proceed. As the person who was announcing the process repeated it for the hundredth time, my ears blocked it all out. Not the wisest choice but all I could here was my exceeding heart beat. It was so loud everyone could probably hear it. I also knew everything by heart so it was no use. It was just that I arrive in whatever the Earth's condition is in the future and around 10 kilometres around me, in any direction should be the exit, a machine identical to the one I am standing in front.

I spent nights in this one lab, touching and observing every inch of this machine, engraving it's every part into my brain. When I look into the sun, the floor- anywhere, I see this exact machine. I could probably mime it if I wanted too. I so wish that I land in a desert or something, no buildings and just sand everywhere. Then it should be easy to navigate the time machine right? "Miss, we are almost ready! Miss? Miss?" called a short stubby man below me, trying to capture my attention. "Uh, yes. Thank you!" I quickly mutter before zoning in. Last night, I made a mental note to recheck all my supplies. Thank gosh I just remembered before it was too late. I was wearing multiple layers of clothing suitable for literally anything. I could take my layers off if it was too hot, keep them on if I was in frigid weather, all the pieces of clothing were waterproof, I had great running shoes, gloves and lots of grip in case I'm in a mountain or something. Over my clothes I wore a jacket that would float up in water- sort of a life-jacket. My backpack contained so many different things I would need. It had heat, cold and water activation food packs, actually I'm not sure what they were, hopefully the back had some information on how to use them. I also had an expandable tent, honestly I didn't even know that existed. I also took the time to memorise almost every single survival book there was, drinking in all the different plants, their nutrients, what they can be used for, warning signs and basically everything about herbology and survival there was. I was honestly convinced my IQ was higher than Einstein's.

A few minutes later, a loud bell rang, bursting everyone's eardrums. Promptly, loud clicks were heard and lights all around the room were cast. Curtains I never knew existed were pulled down to reveal a crowd waiting in anticipation, camera men were around the small square of privacy and personal space we had. Even though I had been warned about how this was an extremely memorable event, it'll be filmed and recorded for history and other useless things I was still pretty shell-shocked. I suddenly felt this new sort of confidence watching the crowds that made me smile, all these children and adults holding encouragement signs and looking up to me. I put on my brightest smile, smoothed down my hair and waved in all my directions, winking at some of the small children up front. Whilst I was busy entertaining the crowds and cameras, scientists in coats and masks to big for them, technicians and other really short people came to make sure everything was running perfectly and going through all their data and machinery.

"1,2,3. Hello, 1,2,3. We are ready to start the experiment." boomed a loud voice in the speakers. People started running around frantically and then after a few minutes everyone calmed down. I was brought forward. The same stubby man who was trying to get my attention a few minutes ago whispered in my ear. 'I was told to tell you that when they start counting down, when they reach one you are to enter the machine. Am I understood?' he asks. "Yes." I reply.

Catching me by surprise, the same voice spoke in the microphone. "Hello everyone, please welcome our wonderful lady who will try out the first ever time machine created! I'm sure you've all heard about her, our amazing Cassian Thatcher! She's honestly the talk of the town- no, the talk of the world these days!" Everyone else started roaring again. I put back on my happy façade and resumed waving to the public. And then the same person behind the speaker kept on speaking, naming all the crew and giving credits and sneak peaks at the process. 'I thought this was supposed to be quick' I think as I stand through the boring talk.

In what seemed like forever, the countdown had started. "5,4,3,2…" When the speaker finally said 1, I entered the time machine. I was honestly hoping for something more dramatic but oh well, I guess not everything was perfect. So now I was officially the first ever person to travel time- well only if this stupid machine works that is...

Time travel is nothing like it is in science fiction. There are no swirling lights or tunnels, just a pain like you're being squeezed through something too small for your body. It feels like every bone is being pulverized, every living tissue feels shredded. At first you can't remember a thing, not who you are, not why you are there and certainly not where in the time continuum you are from or currently in. In that day before your memory returns anything can happen. Before I came here, I was given some disgusting looking medicine loaded with a knock-out serum so that the amnesia phase has passed by the time I'm conscious. So long as I don't land in a dangerous environment everything generally works out alright.

As the pain slowly started feeling familiar, I got the energy to move my limbs around a tiny bit. So, I looked down at my watch, my head buzzing slightly, Pretty useless thing to do but it was a decent distraction. I wasn't usually a person who went to old yard sales but my friend was having one and- to remain 'interested' and being the great friend I was, I went there. Then I saw this watch. Honestly I wondered why it my friend would even sell it. Yes, it may look old and rusty but it could have graced the shelves of any upmarket antique store. It was a thing of beauty, a mechanical dream made of tiny, tiny cogs. I had scooped it up as if I imagined others could see the prettiness I did, yet its beauty was in the eye of the beholder. The wrist watch was a thing I wore as an accessory, that carried great significance. I could see the cogs working within, turning, doing the same thing day after day with reliable precision. That was how I needed to work during my working days. Then, on my free days I left it on a shelf to remind me that I could be the total opposite, doing whatever I pleased.

Soon after the pain seemed to slowly seep away from my limp body, I realised I was out of the time machine. I groaned in satisfaction as I moved my body around. First fingers, then hand and finally the arms. Slowly but swiftly, I cracked my fingers, back, neck and every single limb I owned. My head was buzzing and my ears were ringing. After maybe a minute or so, I got up. The familiar feeling of nausea took over me. I ignored it and took a deep breath. 'Doesn't smell like death or pollution to me' I think.

I slowly open my eyes, squinting at the bright light. When I managed to open my eyes, the sight in front of me took my breath away!

(( Too lazy to post a part 2, imagine the rest in your head! <3 ))

Credits to me for everything (though I did use some websites to help me out in words etc.) so please don't copy!

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Women’s Leather Backpacks

Women’s Leather Backpacks: A Stylish and Practical Choice

When it comes to combining style, comfort, and functionality, women’s leather backpacks stand out as one of the best options. These bags are a perfect fusion of elegance and practicality, designed to carry your essentials while making a statement. Whether you’re heading to work, traveling, or running errands, a leather backpack offers the perfect blend of convenience and chic style.

Why Choose a Leather Backpack?

Women’s Leather backpacks have gained immense popularity due to their numerous benefits. Here are a few reasons why they’re a must-have in any wardrobe:

Comfortable to Wear: Leather backpacks are easy to wear, as they evenly distribute the weight across your back and shoulders. The adjustable straps ensure a snug fit, making them comfortable for all-day use.

Durability: Leather is known for its durability. Over time, it becomes softer and more pliable, developing a unique patina. A well-crafted leather backpack can last for years and even improve with age.

Versatility: A leather backpack is incredibly versatile. Whether you pair it with casual jeans and a t-shirt or a more formal outfit, it seamlessly complements any look.

Spaciousness: Leather backpacks often provide ample space to carry everything you need, from your laptop and books to makeup and personal items, making them ideal for both work and leisure activities.

Security: Unlike handbags, which you might need to hold in your hand, a backpack keeps your belongings secure on your back, making it less likely to be snatched or bumped around.

These features make leather backpacks an excellent choice for women who prioritize both fashion and function.

Types of Women’s Leather Backpacks

Leather backpacks come in a variety of styles and designs, catering to different needs and preferences. Here are some popular types to consider:

Classic Backpack: The timeless design of a classic leather backpack offers a simple yet stylish option. It typically features one or two compartments and provides enough space to hold daily essentials.

Laptop Backpack: These backpacks are specifically designed to fit and protect laptops or tablets. They often include padded compartments and extra pockets for accessories, making them perfect for professionals or students.

Mini Backpack: For those who prefer a lighter option, mini leather backpacks are a great choice. While smaller in size, they still offer enough space for essentials like your phone, wallet, and keys, making them ideal for running errands or casual outings.

Convertible Backpack: A convertible leather backpack is a versatile choice that can easily switch between a backpack and a shoulder bag. With adjustable straps, it gives you the flexibility to wear it as a traditional backpack or as a handbag.

Travel Backpack: For frequent travelers, a leather travel backpack offers the ideal mix of style and practicality. These backpacks tend to be larger, with multiple compartments to organize travel essentials like clothing, toiletries, and electronics.

Each type offers something unique, so you can choose one based on your specific needs and lifestyle.

How to Choose the Right Leather Backpack

Selecting the perfect leather backpack can seem overwhelming due to the variety of options available. Here are some important factors to consider before making a purchase:

Purpose: Consider what you’ll primarily use the backpack for. Are you looking for a daily work bag, a travel companion, or a casual accessory for outings? The purpose will determine the style, size, and design.

Size: Think about how much space you need. Larger backpacks are great for carrying books, a laptop, and personal items, while smaller backpacks are perfect for light use, such as running errands or going out with friends.

Leather Quality: Opt for high-quality leather, such as full-grain or top-grain leather, which is more durable and ages beautifully. High-quality leather will ensure your backpack lasts longer and develops a unique look over time.

Strap Comfort: Adjustable and padded straps are important for comfort, especially if you plan to wear the backpack for long periods. Look for backpacks with straps that can be easily customized to your body.

Design and Style: Leather backpacks come in a variety of designs, from minimalist and sleek to more detailed and decorative options. Choose one that aligns with your personal style and wardrobe.

Considering these factors will help you find the leather backpack that suits your needs while reflecting your individual taste.

Styling Women’s Leather Backpacks

Leather backpacks can be worn in a variety of settings, making them an incredibly versatile accessory. Here’s how to style them for different occasions:

Casual Day Out: Pair a classic leather backpack with a casual outfit like jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers for a laid-back look. A mini backpack in a bold color can add an interesting contrast to a simple outfit.

Work Attire: For a professional look, choose a sleek and structured leather backpack in a neutral color, such as black or brown. It will complement office wear and keep your essentials organized throughout the day.

Travel Look: If you’re going on vacation, a larger leather travel backpack is perfect for carrying everything you need. Pair it with comfortable clothes like leggings, a light jacket, and sneakers for a chic travel ensemble.

Evening Out: For a night out, opt for a smaller, elegant leather backpack. A minimalist design in a metallic color or with subtle embellishments can add a touch of sophistication to your evening attire.

Leather backpacks are easy to integrate into any outfit, making them the perfect accessory for both work and play.

How to Care for Your Leather Backpack

To keep your leather backpack in top condition, proper care is essential. Here are some tips to ensure your bag remains in great shape:

Regular Cleaning: Use a soft, damp cloth to wipe away dust and dirt. For deeper cleaning, use a leather cleaner designed for your specific type of leather.

Conditioning: Apply a leather conditioner every few months to keep the material supple and prevent it from drying out or cracking.

Water Protection: Avoid exposing your leather backpack to water, as it can damage the leather. If your bag does get wet, gently blot it with a soft towel and allow it to air dry.

Storage: When not in use, store your leather backpack in a dust bag to prevent scratches and fading. Keep it in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight.

Avoid Overpacking: Don’t overload your backpack with heavy items, as this can strain the straps and affect its shape. Only pack what you need to maintain the bag’s longevity.

By following these care instructions, you can ensure your leather backpack stays in pristine condition for years.

The Appeal of Handmade Leather Backpacks

Handmade leather backpacks offer a unique charm that mass-produced bags can’t match. Here’s why handmade options stand out:

Craftsmanship: Handmade backpacks are often crafted with attention to detail, ensuring a high level of quality and durability. Each stitch is carefully placed, making every bag a work of art.

Personalization: Many artisans offer custom designs, allowing you to create a leather backpack that perfectly fits your style and needs. You can choose the color, size, and even add personal touches such as initials or custom patterns.

Sustainability: Handmade leather goods are often produced with sustainable practices, making them an eco-friendly option for those who are conscious of their environmental impact.

Choosing a handmade leather backpack means investing in a unique piece that’s crafted with care and attention to detail.

Leather Backpacks as Gifts

Leather backpacks make thoughtful and practical gifts for any occasion. Whether it��s for a birthday, anniversary, or holiday, a leather backpack is a gift that can be used daily and will last for years. When selecting one as a gift, consider the recipient’s style and preferences to ensure it’s a perfect fit.

Conclusion

A women’s leather backpack is more than just a functional accessory; it’s a statement piece that combines style, durability, and comfort. Whether you’re looking for a daily bag, a travel companion, or something to elevate your professional wardrobe, a leather backpack is an excellent choice. With proper care, a leather backpack can become a long-lasting part of your collection, offering both practicality and elegance for years to come.

In conclusion, investing in a women’s leather backpack not only enhances your wardrobe but provides the convenience and durability needed for everyday life.

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Durability Meets Design: The Best Bible Covers for Men on the Market

In the search for the perfect Bible cover, durability and design are essential considerations, especially for men who are looking for both style and practicality. The best Bible covers for men combine high-quality materials such as genuine leather, canvas, and durable nylon to ensure long-lasting protection. These covers are designed to withstand daily wear while offering sleek, masculine aesthetics. From classic leather with intricate stitching to modern minimalist styles, there’s a wide range of designs to suit every preference. Whether you’re commuting, traveling, or simply carrying it to church, these Bible covers are built to safeguard your Bible while complementing your personal style. Discover the perfect balance of durability and design with the best men’s Bible covers on the market.

Choosing the Best Bible Cover for Men: Key Features to Look For

When selecting Bible covers for men, it’s essential to consider a few key features to ensure both durability and style. The material is one of the most important factors premium leather provides elegance and longevity, while canvas offers a more casual and lightweight option. Look for a Bible cover that has reinforced stitching and durable zippers or clasps to protect your Bible for years to come. Also, consider functionality, such as extra compartments for pens, notes, and small devotional books, which make the cover even more practical for everyday use.

Leather Bible Covers for Men: Combining Tradition and Durability

Leather Bible covers for men are the epitome of timeless style and longevity. Offering a refined, classic look, leather not only adds sophistication but also offers exceptional durability, making it perfect for daily wear. Whether you’re carrying your Bible to church or Bible study, a leather cover ensures that your Bible remains protected from wear and tear. Leather Bible covers are available in a range of styles, from sleek and minimalist to those with embossing or intricate designs. Many also age beautifully, developing a unique patina over time.

Canvas Bible Covers for Men: Practical and Stylish Solutions

Canvas Bible covers for men combine practicality with modern style. Unlike leather, canvas is lightweight and often more affordable while still providing reliable protection for your Bible. These covers typically feature a more casual, rugged aesthetic, making them a popular choice for men who enjoy a more relaxed, yet functional accessory. With sturdy stitching and often multiple pockets or compartments, canvas Bible covers are ideal for those who carry a lot of additional materials like notebooks or pens. Available in various colors and designs, these covers can easily fit into any man’s personal style.

Personalized Bible Covers for Men: Adding a Personal Touch

For men who want a Bible cover that reflects their personality or faith journey, personalized Bible covers are the perfect choice. Many leather or canvas covers can be customized with initials, names, or even Bible verses, offering a unique and meaningful touch. A personalized Bible cover is an excellent gift for significant life events, such as a birthday, graduation, or baptism. Not only does it add a personal flair, but it also turns the Bible into something even more special a keepsake that can be cherished for years to come.

The Best Bible Covers for Men on the Go: Travel-Friendly Options

Men who are always on the move need a Bible cover that’s as mobile as they are. Travel-friendly Bible covers are designed to keep your Bible protected while offering easy portability. Look for covers that feature durable, water-resistant materials, secure closures like zippers or velcro, and handy storage compartments for essentials such as pens, bookmarks, or small notebooks. These covers often come with convenient handles or adjustable straps, making it easier to carry your Bible while traveling, whether it’s for a church retreat or an overseas mission trip.

Bible Covers for Men with Extra Storage: Organizing Your Faith Tools

Bible covers for men that come with extra storage space are ideal for individuals who like to keep their faith-related materials organized and accessible. These covers typically have compartments for more than just your Bible, such as room for prayer journals, pens, highlighters, and personal devotionals. Some even feature zippered pockets for holding additional items like financial cards, money, or a small tablet. This extra storage ensures that everything you need for your Bible study or church service is kept in one organized, easy-to-access place.

Affordable Bible Covers for Men: High-Quality Options on a Budget

Finding a quality Bible cover doesn’t always have to mean spending a lot of money. There are plenty of affordable Bible covers for men that offer great protection, style, and functionality without the premium price tag. Many canvas covers offer an excellent value for the price, combining durability with a stylish design. Additionally, there are budget-friendly leather covers that still provide the same quality stitching, zippers, and embossing as their more expensive counterparts. By considering your needs and opting for less expensive materials like synthetic leather or durable fabric, you can find a high-quality Bible cover that suits both your budget and personal taste.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Bible covers for men come in a wide range of styles, materials, and functionalities, making it easy to find the perfect fit for your lifestyle and needs. Whether you’re looking for something traditional like a leather cover, a casual option like canvas, or a travel-friendly design with extra storage, there’s a Bible cover for every man. A high-quality Bible cover not only protects your Bible but also reflects your personal style, making it an important accessory in your spiritual journey. By investing in the right Bible cover, you can ensure your Bible stays safe, organized, and stylish for years to come.

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Find the Best Suits Online Part 2

2. What to Look For in the Best Custom Tailored Suits Online

If you’ve decided to order your next suit online, make sure you’re working with a reputable tailor.

Here’s what to look for:

Customization Options: The best online custom tailors will allow you to choose everything from fabric type to stitching details. At Reign Custom Tailors, you can customize the fit, fabric, pockets, lapels, and even add personal touches like monogramming.

Measurement Accuracy: An accurate set of measurements is crucial for a perfectly fitting suit. We offer detailed guides and customer support to help you measure yourself correctly or book an in-person fitting .

Fabric Quality: Always check the available fabrics. At Reign Custom Tailors, we offer high-quality fabrics like 100% cotton, premium wool blends, and Italian silks.

3. The Reign Custom Tailors Experience When you choose Reign Custom Tailors, you’re choosing more than just a suit.

You’re choosing:

Expert Craftsmanship: Every suit is handmade by skilled tailors who pay attention to every detail.

Convenience: Whether you visit our Bangkok location or use our online service, the process is seamless. With our best custom tailored suits online service, we deliver the same high-quality craftsmanship right to your door.

Worldwide Delivery: No matter where you are in the world, you can experience the luxury of a custom suit from Reign Custom Tailors.

4. How to Order Your Custom Suit Online

Ready to get started? Here’s how you can easily order your bespoke suit online:

Step 1: Choose Your Fabric: Browse through our extensive fabric options and select the one that best suits your style and occasion.

Step 2: Customize Your Suit: From the fit to the smallest details, customize your suit exactly the way you want it.

Step 3: Submit Your Measurements: Use our measurement guide to ensure your suit fits perfectly, or visit our Bangkok location for an in-person fitting.

Step 4: Confirm Your Order: Once your order is submitted, our tailors get to work.

Expect your custom suit to be delivered to your door in just a few weeks

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How Can You Hire a Chauffeur?

Whether you’re planning a corporate trip, need a comfortable employee transfer, or want to relax during a weekend escape, hiring a professional chauffeur is the perfect solution. At GoodGears, we make booking a chauffeur service easy and affordable, so you can enjoy a premium travel experience without the hassle. Here’s a quick guide on how you can hire a chauffeur with GoodGears, as well as what makes our service stand out from the rest.

Step 1: Determine Your Travel Needs

The first step to hiring a chauffeur is understanding your travel needs. Are you looking for a luxury car rental in NCR for a business meeting, or do you need an outstation car from East Delhi for a weekend getaway? GoodGears offers tailored chauffeur services to fit a variety of needs, from corporate travel to family vacations. Knowing your destination, group size, and duration will help us recommend the perfect vehicle and chauffeur service package.

Step 2: Browse GoodGears’ Vehicle Options

GoodGears offers a wide selection of top-quality, luxury vehicles to choose from, so you can find the perfect fit for your journey. Whether you’re seeking a sleek sedan for a corporate trip, a spacious SUV for family travel, or a premium vehicle for an employee transfer, our luxury car rental options in NCR ensure comfort, safety, and style. Each car is maintained to the highest standards, offering a smooth, luxurious ride that meets every passenger’s expectations.

Step 3: Request a Quote for Transparent Pricing

At GoodGears, we believe that luxury travel should be accessible and affordable, so we offer pocket-friendly pricing with no hidden fees. After choosing your vehicle, simply request a quote through our website or give us a call. We’ll provide a transparent breakdown of the cost based on factors like distance, vehicle type, and trip duration. Our flexible pricing makes it easy for you to book the best chauffeur service that fits your budget, whether it’s for a short city trip or a longer outstation journey.

Step 4: Choose Your Preferred Pickup and Drop-Off Locations

Convenience is key with GoodGears. Once you’ve booked, select your preferred pickup and drop-off locations. With door-to-door chauffeur services, we pick you up right from your home, office, or any specified location, making travel seamless from start to finish. Whether you’re located in East Delhi or anywhere across NCR, our chauffeurs are punctual and ready to begin your journey exactly when you are.

Step 5: Schedule Your Trip

GoodGears provides flexible scheduling options, so you can book a chauffeur for a few hours, a full day, or even multiple days, depending on your needs. Whether you’re planning a corporate trip with multiple stops or a relaxing weekend retreat, our team works around your schedule to ensure a smooth travel experience. Need to adjust the timing? Just let us know, and we’ll make it work.

Step 6: Confirm Your Chauffeur Booking

After selecting your vehicle, setting your pickup and drop-off points, and confirming your schedule, all that’s left is to finalize your booking. Our booking process is quick and easy, allowing you to confirm within minutes. You’ll receive a confirmation with all the details of your trip, so you can sit back and relax, knowing that everything is taken care of.

Why Choose GoodGears for Your Chauffeur Services?

GoodGears isn’t just about getting from point A to point B — it’s about transforming every journey into a comfortable, enjoyable experience. Here’s what makes us the best choice for luxury car rental in NCR and outstation car services:

Professional Chauffeurs: Our chauffeurs are experienced, polite, and dedicated to providing excellent service. They know the best routes and prioritize your safety and comfort, whether it’s a short city trip or a longer outstation journey from East Delhi.

Transparent, Affordable Pricing: With GoodGears, you don’t have to worry about unexpected fees. Our pocket-friendly pricing makes premium chauffeur services accessible for any occasion.

Top-Quality Vehicles: From elegant sedans to roomy SUVs, our luxury vehicles are maintained to the highest standards for comfort, cleanliness, and performance.

Flexible Booking Options: With customizable packages, GoodGears allows you to book a chauffeur for the exact duration and distance you need, making it easy to plan a corporate trip, family outing, or personal getaway.

Seamless Door-to-Door Service: We handle all logistics, from pickup to drop-off, so you can relax and enjoy the ride without worrying about parking or navigation.

Ready to Hire a Chauffeur? Here’s Why GoodGears is Your Best Choice

Hiring a chauffeur with GoodGears is simple, flexible, and affordable, giving you the luxury experience you deserve without the stress. Whether it’s a corporate event, an employee transfer, or an outstation adventure, GoodGears is committed to making each trip comfortable and memorable.

Book Your GoodGears Chauffeur Today!

Experience the ease of premium chauffeur services with GoodGears. Contact us today to book a chauffeur or request a quote, and discover how effortless and enjoyable travel can be. With GoodGears, you’re not just booking a ride — you’re investing in an exceptional travel experience at a price that fits your budget.

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How to Cultivate a Reading Habit: Tips for Busy Schedules

In today’s fast-paced world, finding time to read can seem like an insurmountable challenge. With busy schedules packed with work, family obligations, and social commitments, carving out moments for reading often falls by the wayside. However, cultivating a reading habit is not only possible but also incredibly rewarding. Here are some practical tips to help you integrate reading into your busy schedule.

Start Small and Be Consistent

Begin with manageable goals. Set aside just 10 to 15 minutes a day for reading. This might be during your morning coffee, lunch break, or right before bed. The key is consistency. Even short, regular reading sessions can help build a habit over time. As you get used to this routine, you may find yourself naturally increasing the time you spend with a book.

Leverage Technology

Use digital tools to make reading more accessible. E-readers and reading apps on your smartphone or tablet allow you to carry an entire library with you. This means you can read anytime you have a few spare moments, such as while commuting, waiting for appointments, or during breaks. Audiobooks are another excellent option, enabling you to “read” while driving, exercising, or doing household chores.

Create a Reading-Friendly Environment

Designate a comfortable and inviting space for reading. This could be a cozy corner with a comfortable chair, good lighting, and minimal distractions. Having a specific place dedicated to reading can help signal to your brain that it’s time to relax and focus on a book.

Set Realistic Goals and Track Progress

Setting goals can motivate you to stick with your reading habits. Decide how many books you want to read in a month or year, and track your progress using a journal or an app like Goodreads. Breaking down your reading goal into smaller milestones can make it more achievable and satisfying.

Choose Books That Excite You

Select books that genuinely interest you. Whether it’s fiction, non-fiction, self-help, or biographies, reading something you’re passionate about will make the habit easier to stick with. Don’t be afraid to abandon a book if it’s not holding your interest. The goal is to enjoy reading, not to slog through something that feels like a chore.

Join a Reading Group or Book Club

Joining a reading group or book club can provide accountability and make reading a social activity. Discussing books with others can deepen your understanding and appreciation of what you read. Plus, having a community to share recommendations and insights can keep you motivated.

Make Use of Downtime

Identify pockets of downtime in your day where you can fit in reading. This could be during your commute (if you’re not driving), while waiting for a meeting to start, or during lunch breaks. Having a book or e-reader on hand allows you to make the most of these moments.

Prioritize Reading

Finally, prioritize reading by incorporating it into your daily routine. Treat it as a non-negotiable part of your day, just like eating or sleeping. Scheduling specific times for reading can help make it a regular part of your life.

In conclusion, cultivating a reading habit amidst a busy schedule is achievable with a bit of planning and dedication. By starting small, leveraging technology, creating a conducive environment, and setting realistic goals, you can seamlessly integrate reading into your daily routine. Enjoy the journey of discovering new worlds and gaining knowledge, one page at a time.