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10 Tips to improve hand writing at home.

10 Tips to improve hand writing at home.

Importance of hand writing Handwriting is an important skill to develop as it can help with cognitive development, communication, and expressing creativity. It is a physical action which helps to build motor skills and coordination, as well as providing a sense of accomplishment when a task is completed. Writing by hand can also promote memory retention and help to improve focus. Additionally,…

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Day 20: written but never sent

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Spencer greatly enjoyed handwriting. Electronic devices irritated him to no end, as he felt that typing on them was so impersonal and trivial. Handwriting required careful thought, reflecting desires and passions in the shape of the letters, and capturing feelings in the prose... everything written by hand represented something intimate, at least to him.

That’s why, when he got a pen pal, it was inevitable that he would start developing feelings. He had contacted you as part of a school assignment, as both of you were studying the same Ph.D. in linguistics, and one of the tasks was to analyze how different people express themselves in writing.

All he had was your name and address, the strictly necessary information to send a letter. He was the first to send one, sharing some details about himself, why he was pursuing the degree, the work he did, and how he would apply the knowledge he was acquiring.

He patiently waited for your response, which arrived a week later in a small brown paper envelope with a maroon stamp. Your letter didn’t seem like just a required response to fulfill the assignment. You sounded genuinely interested in what he had shared, and you addressed every point he had mentioned.

What surprised him the most was that at the end, you talked about books he had mentioned and ended with a question:

Have you read The Resilience of Language? It's a great book that could help you a lot. I highly recommend it! Best regards, nice to meet you.

There was a question at the end. The answer was no, Spencer hadn’t read that book. He could have simply stopped there, taking your recommendation and using your letter to complete his assignment. But something inside him wasn’t content to just end the communication there; he thought it would be rude not to offer a reply. So, as soon as he received your letter, he took one of his notebooks to write back.

Spencer used one of his gel pens with a fine tip and deep pigmentation. If someone were observing him, they could say that all these actions reflected a sense of importance: selecting the paper, his best pen, carefully crafting his handwriting—all of this added weight to the act.

He sent the letter, still unsure, but hopeful nonetheless. He was amazed when he arrived at the building and found another letter in his mailbox, with the same characteristics as the previous week.

A year had passed since then.

Every week, without fail, you exchanged letters. By now, he knew you better than he had ever known anyone, as the semi-anonymity provided an extra layer of trust for sharing everything that had happened during your week. You started by exchanging generalities, talking about books, and discussing the Ph.D. classes. Slowly, you began to share less trivial things: how the place where you lived was, your job, elements of your identity.

In recent months, you were writing to each other as if you were close friends.

My migraines have improved, in case you’re wondering, and this week at work has been less demanding than usual. We only handled a fairly light case (if you can even call it that in my line of work), and I had time to analyze some of the works you recommended. How’s everything going with that guy at work?

When Spencer finished, he hesitated about how to sign the letter. At first, he would send you his regards, write some polite expression, or simply wish you a good day. But now, he felt the need to sign off differently.

Affectionately, Spencer.

He didn’t think you would notice, just a gesture of the growing trust between you. He patiently waited for the postman to deliver your reply, and after several days, he eagerly read your words on the paper.

I’m disappointed about the guy. Turns out he’s a jerk, you know? Sometimes I wish I could meet someone who can genuinely love me, without focusing solely on the physical. Maybe it’s bold of me to say that, but I think you understand. I want a connection that comes from appreciating who I am, with someone who shares my interests, someone respectful, intelligent... but I won’t bore you with my romantic nonsense. The point is, I’m not dating anyone at the moment. I’m focusing on our Ph.D., haha. I hope you’re doing well, and I look forward to your reply!

However, he was quite surprised when he read the signature that followed your name.

Yours sincerely…

Had you signed that way in response to the dedication in his letter? Something felt strange within him, and his chest warmed with an unfamiliar feeling.

For a moment, he wondered if there was any possibility that he could meet the expectations of the special person you described, and when he realized he was imagining himself with you in that kind of scenario, he felt embarrassed.

It was ridiculous to think about. You didn’t even know each other, and you lived miles away, you were just friends who had taken a school assignment too far.

Time passed, and the signatures grew more affectionate, more personal… just like the content of the letters. It got to the point where he couldn’t deny it anymore: he was in love.

Though after realizing it, he spent a long time wondering what he should do with that feeling. Weeks passed before he came to a decision.

Spencer was returning from Maine when he decided to finally write to you. He was sitting on the plane, with his notebook in front of him, and his mind as blank as the page.

“What are you struggling to write, Reid?” Emily asked, sitting beside him “You’ve been staring at that notebook for ten minutes without the pen touching the paper.”

“It’s nothing,” he murmured, trying to downplay it. He didn’t want to talk about it, not with Emily, not with anyone.

A couple of hours later, with a pile of crumpled-up drafts beside him, he finally managed to write something:

I can’t start this letter without first telling you how much I’ve come to value our correspondence. For over a year, our written conversations have become one of the most important constants in my life. Each week, I eagerly await your letters, and every one of them brings me a pause in the middle of my routine: a space of calm where our words connect in ways I never imagined possible. I’ve read and reread your letters so many times that, sometimes, I feel like I know them by heart. Even so, I always discover something new in your words: an idea that eluded me before, an emotion that makes more sense over time, or a reflection that sheds new light on my own experience. Although we’ve never met in person, I feel like I know you better than many people I speak to face-to-face. Is that strange? Maybe it is, but the truth is that there’s something about the depth of our conversations that transcends physical distance. All this time, I’ve tried to rationalize what you mean to me, but there are things that can’t be measured or analyzed logically, no matter how hard I try. What I want to tell you —and what has taken me so long to write—is that I’ve fallen in love with you. At first, I wasn’t sure what this feeling was. I thought it was just admiration or gratitude for the friendship we’ve cultivated, but with each letter, with each shared thought, I realized it was something deeper. I love you, not just for what you share with me, but for who you are. For the way you see the world, with such clarity and empathy. For your insatiable curiosity, for your unique way of finding beauty in the smallest details. I don’t want this confession to make you uncomfortable or push you away. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same, and I’ll consider myself lucky just to have known you in this way. But I couldn’t go on without being honest with you. I hope that, whatever your response may be, we can remain the same two friends who have shared so much through these pages. With all my love, and praying to be able to be yours, Spencer.

He kept the written words as if they were a treasure, feeling his heart race every time he thought about that secret tucked away in an envelope on his desk. Unfortunately, that letter never saw the light of day, all because of his fear of losing who might have been the best friend he had ever had in his life.

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𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ Summer Glow up: creating new habits 🎀⭐️ *࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ!

Hi Dolls!! Welcome Back 2 Dollies 2 Months of Summer Glow Up !! 🎀⭐️ Today im gonna talk all about implementing brand new habits in my life !!

> Hobbies !! 🎀

> Academics !! 📒

> Beauty Care !! 🧖‍♀️

> Scheduling !! ☀️

> Taking Baby Steps !! 🛼

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Hobbies!! 🎀

…: This Summer I Plan on Taking up Some brand New Hobbies to keep my self busy and learn about brand new things bc everyday is useful!! and so i can use my time more wisely some hobbies i have in mind are…

- Yoga

- Painting

- Creative Writing

- Learning Japanese + Spanish

- Reading

- Puzzles!

- Blogging

- Learning To Code

- Doll Collecting

- Book Collecting

- Sewing + Crocheting

- Digital Art

- Piano

and obvii im already a blogger but i still added it anyways i will watching videos on how to get into these hobbies and videos on learning Spanish and more Japanese, also fun fact i’ve actually been studying Japanese sine 2021 but i stopped bc it got to hard but im starting back up!! anyways, after i watch the videos im gonna set up a financial list bc i have the fund all of these but its okay bc i can easily get money!! 🎀

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Academics !! 🎀

More Goals of mine are to raise my grades in an academic space bc i do have decent grades but i wanna aim higher and have PERFECT Grades so in turn that means i must study more and have more discipline and not so irresponsible with my time!! and i also wanna study subjects outside of school bc its always good to learn something new!! now for learning tips so far i have..

- Flash Cards

- Practice Methods

- Teaching Someone Else

- Trying to explain it to a 5 yr old

- Study a Week Before

- watch ted talks on topics

- SLEEP

- write out notes

Now i Also Have a list of subjects i want to learn about!!

- drawing facial expressions + bodies

- Sewing Stiches + How to Hem and Crochet

- How 2 Draw Bodies + Poses

- Full Anatomy 4 Both Genders

- Japanese + Spanish + French + ASL

- Color Theory

- Learning Cursive + Improving Handwriting

- Expanding Vocabulary

- Religious Cults

- Case and Law

- Poison and Toxicology

- Astronomy

- Medical Surgical Instruments

- Matriarchal Societies

- Socialism Societies

Now i definitely won’t be able to do all of this all at once bc it would definitely we too stressful so im gonna choose as least 2-3 to start with and study them and just learn! 🎀🧁

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Beauty Care !! 🐬

📧: Now I already have my regular beauty care regime skin,hair,eyebrows,eyelashes etc. but im also more focused on getting weekly treatments & weekly beauty care habits like…

- Nails

- Hair

- Eyelashes

- Face Mask

- Hand + Foot Mask

And i wanna try and find people in my city that can do this especially for nails bc i would go to the nail salon but i feel like they won’t be able to do it exactly how i want it to be !!!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Scheduling !! ⭐️

Now That im gonna be so busy i need to make sure i also stay organized with my time so it doesn’t lead to stress so ill have my regular school classes on my regular schedule then making dedicated hours to studying Things i wanna learn about + Language Learning!

My Workouts are always early morning before school in the evening hours before i got to bed so i won’t have to worry about that affecting my academics. With my Hobbies i feel like only some of them really need scheduling so ill also make time dedicated to those as well !!!!

Beauty Maintenance will probably always be on weekends for the stuff that weekly/bi weekly like face masks,manipedis,hair etc!!

and last but definitely not least!!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Taking Baby Steps !! ⭐️

This whole process is still all new too me so i’ll definitely only be doing a little at a time and working my way up and i get more familiar with the change in my daily life and i won’t pressure my self to complete everything extremely quickly and just take my time with everything! bye bye dolls tysm 4 keeping up with me while doing this kisses 4 all of u!!! 🎀⭐️

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Some Skills I Think It's Worth Learning:

1. calligraphy.

I think it's worth spending a couple of months on it to improve your everyday handwriting at the very least. i never thought that good handwriting is that effective in academics or careers, but it is. IT IS!!!

2. photography.

now, this may sound surprising. yet, I think photography is great at helping you develop a vision or see things from different perspectives to decide the best one. and taking cool photos never hurt anyone.

3. Computer Skills.

you know those ICDL classes? take them. Just do it. you have no idea how much more worth you're putting on your resume. you'll thank me for this.

4. Cooking.

I've seen a lot of people complaining about burning water and forgo learning cooking, which is wild because I believe cooking to be an essential skill to have. like any other skills, learning to cook takes time and patience. start small with cooking eggs and work your way up.

5. Budgeting.

yeah. especially if you're in your 20s. This is a must-have skill. It also helps with being more in control of your life because you recognize where you spend useless money that you can save and spend on more important things.

6. Self-defense.

As humans, we are very concerned about our safety. So why not take some time and learn self-defense? If you can spare the time and find classes or something, learn it.

7. Writing.

drafting resumes, writing letters to your boss or authoritative figures, cover letters, etc. writing is really important. find some examples and read some tips.

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Echoes of Souls | A.T

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Summary: In the old, abandoned castle, she found a love letter addressed to her, written by someone who died a century ago.

Word Count: 1.179

Warning(s): mention of violence - thats all, i guess. Regular HOTD's warnings.

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote something and my writing is a bit rusty so please bear with me :) Feedback is always welcome. I love to know your opinions and questions. English isn't my first language so excuse any mistakes but feel free to point them out to help me improve.

Aemond's masterlist

Chapter Three: What was forgotten

The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a silver glow through the narrow windows of Aemond's chambers. The room is dimly lit by a few flickering candles, their flames casting long shadows on the stone walls. You stand by the window, looking out at the courtyard below, your thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and unanswered questions.

Aemond sits at a heavy wooden table, studying a map spread out before him. His single eye, sharp and calculating, moves over the lines and symbols with a practiced intensity. The fire crackles in the hearth, adding a low, constant hum to the quiet room.

"You should sit," Aemond says, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of command. "We have much to discuss."

You turn to face him, your eyes searching his face for any sign of the man you had come to know in your dreams. You move to the chair opposite him and sit down, your hands folded in your lap to steady your trembling fingers.

Aemond looks up, his gaze piercing. "I know you're disoriented. You’ve been gone for two days, yet you seem to carry the weight of a lifetime."

You nod slowly, struggling to piece together your fragmented memories. "I… I remember traveling to the future. We talked about it, didn’t we? You said I needed to gather information."

Aemond’s expression remains inscrutable. "Indeed. Our goal was to understand the future, to gain an advantage in the war for the Iron Throne. But it seems your journey took you further than we anticipated."

As he speaks, memories from your actual life, the person you are in this past, begin to flood your mind. It's overwhelming as if two lives are colliding in your thoughts. You thought that you would pass out. That same dizziness in the tree that brought you back here was now combined with a teeth-gritting pain in your skull - as if hands were squeezing your head. Everything was so much that you didn’t hear Aemond’s worried tone calling out your name.

He stands and moves to a small chest by the hearth, retrieving a leather-bound journal. He hands it to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a shiver down your spine. "This is where we began. You wrote down your observations before you left."

You open the journal, the familiar handwriting bringing another rush of memories. You scan the pages, your eyes widening as fragments of your mission return to your mind. "You wanted to know about the political alliances, the threats to House Targaryen."

Aemond nods, his expression unreadable. "Yes. We needed to understand our enemies and their strategies. You were to find out who would betray us, who would stand with us."

You look up from the journal, meeting his gaze. "I remember something about a key alliance… Someone who could tip the balance in our favor."

Aemond’s eye flickers with interest. "Go on."

You frown, trying to pull the elusive details from the depths of your memory. "It was… the Starks. In the future, they play a crucial role. Their support could be decisive."

Aemond's expression hardens, his mind racing through the implications. "The Starks are proud and stubborn. Gaining their support will not be easy."

You close the journal, your hands trembling slightly. You know something else, but you're not ready to voice it. The knowledge of Aemond's premature death weighs heavily on your heart, a truth that could change everything between you. What if your attempts to change the future were what brought that destiny? Maybe the future could not be changed if you had already seen it… Or perhaps, that was a gift - a chance to save your lover from the tragedy he’d come to face in the sky.

Aemond notices your hesitation, his gaze softening with a mix of concern and curiosity. He reaches across the table, his hand covering yours in a reassuring gesture. "Vaela, you carry a heavy burden. If there is something you remember, something that troubles you, you can tell me."

His touch sends a jolt of warmth through you, and for a moment, you forget the weight of your memories. You meet his eye, seeing not just the fierce prince but the man who has captured your heart.

"I…" You falter, unsure how to voice the truth. Your heart aches at the mere thought of it. "There are things I remember, Aemond. Things that trouble me deeply."

He leans closer, his breath mingling with yours as your foreheads touch. "Tell me, Vaela. I am here to listen."

You swallow hard, your gaze locked with his. "I remember… your death. A fate I fear to speak of, for fear of what it might mean for us."

Aemond's eye widens slightly, his grip tightening on your hand. "You saw… my death?"

You nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I saw enough to know that we must tread carefully. That every decision we make could alter the course of fate."

He didn’t wish to know about it any more than you to tell. His chest seemed heavy as coldness crept into his bones. He needed to know everything about what was to come or otherwise, what was worth your sacrifice if he selected only the facts that he cherished to know?

“You shall be careful when facing your uncle for was him who brought your death. Your body was found only later with a… his sword through your eye.” The words cut your throat as they spilled past your lips. “They said it was a sight to be seen. All the Dragonfire and roars.”

Aemond’s face twitched at the mention of Daemon, a groan leaving his lips before he got up. His hand clenched to fists at his sides as he took a deep breath. He wouldn’t accept to lose for his uncle - even if he was a skilled warrior. The prince needed to be better. He’d be better. Even if that meant he’d have to extend his training for hours in a row. Aemond would win his uncle in a battle and have his head as a token - just like how he did with his innocent nephew. 

For a moment, there is silence between you, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. Aemond breaks the silence, his voice a low murmur filled with determination. "Whatever lies ahead, Vaela, we face it together."

His words resonate deep within you, a promise of love and loyalty that transcends future uncertainties. You get up and walk to him. Arms wrapping around Aemond’s torso as you lean into him, seeking solace in his embrace, and he pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you with fierce protectiveness. You couldn’t lose your lover so early. 

As you rest against his chest, you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting reminder of the present moment amidst the tumult of past and future. In Aemond's arms, you find a fleeting sense of peace in this quiet sanctuary. He was alive. You would change the end of that battle or die trying.

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do you have any tips on drawing heavy? I am struggling SO much with figuring him out. I cant get his proportions right

I totally get it anon 😭��� I'd say tho, that there's three key things to consider when trying to draw Heavy (or any character with heavy-set anatomy):

1 - try to think of their face or body in abstract shapes, and build up from there! Everyone's faces have a unique shape to them, and putting the building blocks down can help with the overall look of the final product!

2 - Heavy, for example, is a man shaped by his work life; carrying Sasha around all day works out the arms, shoulders, and back (mostly), so those would be the places in which he'd have the most muscle! Also also because of his body type (at least in my opinion), he'd have a considerable amount of fat covering those muscles, so it would give him extra bulk around the stomach, chest, and thigh area!

And 3 - References are your friend!! Looking at, and studying bodies similar to Heavy will help you draw him better as a whole, and also help you achieve the goal of him looking "realistic" (if that's what your going for) and improving his build naturally!! - (I usually get my references from Pinterest or google, and like to reference actors or athletes with similar build!!)

Whew that was a long explanation, but I hope it helped!! (Also sorry if my handwriting is unintelligible to some people )

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ARTIST OF THE WEEK @merryfinches ♥️

This week's aotw is Kylie who has bewitched us body and soul with her lovely art and even lovelier personality. Always there with a kind word, just all round a stellar human being, and someone who makes my day better anytime I see her on the dash. She was also game for answering a few questions:

Which do you use to draw (app/digital or traditional)?

I use Procreate on my iPad! I like being able to put it on my bag and draw anywhere - I don’t have as much time to draw as I want, so I do it in bits and pieces whenever I get the chance.

I love sketching with coloured pencils in my sketchbook too, I LOVE digital art, but there’s nothing like the texture of pencil and paper!

Fave brushes/pencils/mediums (links/screenshot?)

These are the ones I use most. The top 3 are all standard Procreate brushes. Chalk is my go-to for sketching and line art, and lightbrush and lightpen for highlights. I used Gingerbread Inker for colouring - it’s a free brush I picked up from somewhere, but I can’t find where!

Your favourite piece you've drawn?

Oooooooh, I don’t know! It’s easy to look back at basically every drawing and see the flaws, but this one of Ed and Stede in their inn is special to me, because I think it’s the first time I felt like I’d developed a comfortable style after messing around trying to draw them for months with… varying degrees of success.

And I’m really proud of the comic I drew of Ed having a nightmare, because i find comics so hard to draw and I’m in awe of everyone who does it!

Who's harder to draw: Ed or Stede?

Aaaaah, they both have challenges, but Stede I think? I prefer drawing his left side because of the way his hair swishes differently on both sides, and that side is easier. And he has a very particularly-shaped nose that can be really hard sometimes! Unless I’m drawing Ed’s leathers, in which case it’s him 😆

One essential tip for beginner artists?

There will be a point where you look at all your art so far and think “oh these are terrible, what am I even doing?” But that’s GOOD because it means you’re improving! And I’m sorry but that never stops - you will be improving forever! Nobody I know is ever really satisfied with their own art, and your art style is like your handwriting - it’s unique to you.

Also, get a sketchbook and a pencil, make mistakes, practice drawing your own hands and feet, screenshots, your cat, anything basically. And remember it’s supposed to be fun 🥰

Why OFMD? 🥹

Because it’s the fucking BEST! 😎

No seriously, I guess I like drawing Ed and Stede so much because they’re everything. Love, sex, tenderness, fun, cuteness, heartache and joy. Two souls who are so insecure and alone, and then they have someone who GETS them, who loves everything about them. They’re just wonderful.

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What are the benefits of writing by hand

Do you still practice writing by hand? The practicality of technology has moved us away from paper and pen a little. But did you know that there are a series of benefits for those who write by hand? I'll mention some of them and, at the end of the post, give you a handwriting tip.

1- slowing down

Writing by hand forces you to slow down. You will be able to develop more solid arguments and more elaborate connections. By thinking slowly, you will think better.

2- identity

When you write by hand, you imprint traces of your personality in your writing. The content (what you say) will have in form (the handwriting) an affective and profound means of expression.

3- memory

Writing by hand exercises your memory. What you write by hand is more likely to stick in your memory than something you type.

4- Creativity

When you write by hand, it's not just the words that can express your creativity, but also the form they take. Calligraphy itself is an art form and an outlet for creative expression.

5- Examination of Conscience

Handwriting, without distractions, can organize your thoughts. You can do your soul-searching in writing.

How to practice writing by hand?

I want to recommend you a special exercise. You can dedicate yourself to writing the Morning Pages. Morning pages are three handwritten pages of free association thoughts - a kind of brain drainage. They are the simple act of moving your hand over the paper and writing anything that comes to mind. Just keep your hand filling the paper. Writing morning pages is a valid form of meditation. This gives us new perspectives and helps us make changes in our lives. Writing contributes to the contemplation of the mystery of life, to powerful associations that lead us to see the poetry of everyday life.

The convenience of cell phones and computers ended up making us put aside this practice that, not long ago, was the most common among people, at least during the school years.

Fortunately, some scholars decided to look into the benefits of handwritting. And there are many. In this post, I only present the main ones. If you haven't written by hand in a while, the idea is that these benefits catch your attention so that you remember some of them; some that you have already tried when you had the opportunity to write by hand. Annotating by hand is a personal exercise in many ways. It is a craft in the classic sense: a technique that has an end in mind and that, precisely because of the goodness of the end, must be carefully perfected. By trying to write by hand, and write better, we make an effort to improve ourselves as well.

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3 Under-Discussed Writer’s Block Busters

You all know me as an artist, but my first love will always be writing. And writer’s block is REAL. 

So I thought I’d throw out a few of my moderately unusual writer’s block busters to help my fellow authors.

Of course, the most common “answers” to writer’s block are:

Just keep writing, even if you don’t want to. (Something is better than nothing.)

Write now, edit later. (Leave your perfectionism at the door.)

Find what makes you most creative. (Play music, write during the same time of day, find good snacks, write in the right setting, and so on).

These are definitely helpful tips—things you 100% want to do whether you have writer’s block or not, but they’re not much use against more stubborn forms of creative constipation.

That’s where my three failsafe fix-its come in. They have always worked for me, no matter the situation. 

1. Change your writing method.

Story time! I haven’t been able to write for personal prodjects on a computer for four years—about as long as I’ve been writing and editing for my career. I associate my computer with business—even now that I’m between jobs.

My creativity freezes up whenever I try to work on one of my stories, and I get really distracted. Eventually I end up down a rabbit hole looking up limnic eruptions or different types of crocodiles, having only written a paragraph of a completely unrelated story. 

I swapped to hand-writing stuff just after my son was born, and that worked for a long time. I filled several notebooks with some great content (that will eventually be ready for you to read). But then my kid started walking, and I became his favorite chair.

If I have a pen, my kid wants it. And he won’t take a decoy pen. He specifically wants the pen in my hand, so writing when he’s awake is kind of out of the question. (I can only draw when he’s awake because I can balance my tablet on the back of our sofa.) Plus, those of you with munchkins know that you’re generally doing other responsible adult things when the kiddo is asleep, making writing then rather difficult.

I learned I can get a lot of writing done on my phone in the Apple Notes app. It sure beats doom-scrolling Tumblr and is a vast improvement over my retro minesweeper game when I’m spending some quality time in the bathroom. It’s also something I can write with when standing up, sitting on the couch, or hiding behind the baby gate on our stairs.

Can’t get the words out on Google Docs? Switch to Microsoft Word. Getting distracted on your computer? Handwrite your story—in a notebook or even on colorful construction paper. Don’t be afraid to experiment, even across the same story.

2. Get a second opinion.

I have a character floating around my WIPs who’s an absolute blast to write (I can unleash my full punning arsenal), but he’s also an ENFP, meaning we see the world in completely different ways. I often find myself stuck on how he would get out of the really nutty situations he often gets himself into. Thankfully, my ESFJ husband has really strong Extroverted Intuition (an ENFP’s dominant Jungian function), so I can often turn to him and ask, “What would be the dumbest could-work way you’d fix this problem?”

Asking for a second opinion is surprisingly low on most writer’s block fix-it lists, but it is by far one of the most helpful. I’ve been my mom’s developmental story consultant since I could read, and it’s been a great way for her to really churn out the novels. (It’s also a great motivation to finish your story because at least one person will be wanting to read it when you’re done.)

Even if you don’t take someone’s advice, it might still spark something that’ll propel your story forward.

3. Change your story’s direction.

Adapted from The Writing Life by Annie Dillard

Writing, in many ways, is a lot like digging a silver mine. As you rummage around your own head for precious nuggets (those really impactful scenes readers remember forever), you’re setting up a sturdy narrative shaft, using exposition and rising action to fortify walls so your story doesn’t collapse on itself.

Experienced miners know when a shaft isn’t structurally sound. They won’t willingly enter or work on a mine that could cave in on them, gauging the safety of the mine through small clues—clues their demanding boss is completely blind to. 

Your creative subconscious is a miner, and you, its employer. While not always, writer’s block could be an early sign that your story is about to collapse. Perhaps you’ve accidentally let a plot hole grow too large to fill with easy edits, or maybe the way you’re taking your story will fall flat, leaving you and your readers unsatisfied. Sure, you can force your creative subconscious to continue, but you’ll end up with a lot of unusable content in the end.

If you think you’re in a mine shaft writer’s block scenario, go back several plot points and start writing in another direction. If that doesn’t work, go back a few more plot points. While doing so may temporarily upset the plans you had for the novel, it will let you continue writing in peace and produce a better finished product.

[helpfandom]

Can I request BTAS Riddler with a platonic darling who’s an artist? They can’t leave anywhere without their sketchpad and sometimes draws anatomical art. Perhaps Riddler saw them make a sketch of him and took interest in them

@yanderefangirl

Ah yes, an artist.

He notices you first as you have yet to move from your spot even in the midst of all the chaos of his newest scheme to rid Gotham of this winged 'savior', and yet he pays no mind to you. [He's lying, he's actually looking at you the whole time Batman beats his new scheme, for he can't help but wonder what you may be drawing.]

And once you put the sketchbook away, he catches a glimpse of what you had been drawing, and it was... HIM?

Of course, once you have a moment and step away from your sketchbook for just once whilst leaving it open, well, I simply must critique them, I don't want anyone getting anything incorrect now would we I?

So when you proceed to look at your sketchbook again, it has tiny notes in it in Riddler's handwriting [not like you know what that may look like], with notes of how to make it more anatomically correct, although some of the tips may not be legal. Glossing over it, the only thing left on the next page where the next sketch ideas had been placed was a simple green question mark.

As the days pass by, Riddler finds himself magnetically attached to you, managing to find you in the security cameras around Gotham and staring, watching you work. As he watches you sketch the drawings, he cannot help but wish to correct you, but he does take pride and notice in the fact that you changed what he had written down as a mistake, improving yourself. Better than most of the citizens in Gotham, he must say.

Slowly he begins to stalk you, and starts adding puzzles nearby you, and where you frequent. Usually, it has to do with anatomy, but sometimes it is simply questions such as how many bones are in the human body? [He was surprised that you had multiple answers and that you had gotten it right, for there are 4 possible correct answers.]

Once he realizes this, then he makes those puzzles deliberate, making questions that only you would know the answer to, which stumps that insufferable Bat, but only for a while as Batman connects the dots to the same person who frequently draws anatomically correct.

So Riddler finds himself coming to the conclusion that the only way to properly teach the one person in Gotham who can learn from him properly when the Batman keeps interrupting the learning process, is to kidnap you!

Perhaps you shouldn't have fueled his ego.

[laurelhach]

I've been consciously trying to improve my handwriting. The most common tip I've seen is to slow down so that you can form the letters deliberately. Unintended consequence is that you WILL forget what letter you are on, what word you are trying to write, and what you were going to say in the rest of the sentence

[zippidi-dooda]

Now, you aren't a good cook by any means, sometimes you liked to try and improve your skills, or at least try to make things you wanted in the moment. And right now, you were craving homemade cinnamon rolls.

No, you didn't know how to make them. But you knew Trey probably did, with him being a baker and all. So, why not set off to ask him how to make them?

It didn't take long to find him, he was just in his room.

He was leaning against his desk, hand tangled in his green hair, lips pursed and eyes squinted as he analyzed one of his textbooks.

Studying no doubt. You were a bit envious of his studying habits seeing as you often waited till the last second to remember you had to study.

Shouldn't bother him too long then.

"Hey, Trey? Where's that recipe book of yours?"

He looked up at you, his concentrated expression melting back into the soft smile you usually saw him wearing.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. Um, it's in the dresser by my bed. Middle drawer. What'd you need it for?"

You searched for the book as Trey shifted in his chair to watch you.

"I want cinnamon rolls. Ah, here it is."

"I see. I can help you out if you'd like." He stood, attempting to start walking to the kitchen to help you out.

But you shook your head and gently pushed him back on his chair, hand pressed against his chest. "Thanks, but, I think I wanna do it myself."

He held his hands over yours, looking up at you from over his glasses. "You sure? I won't do anything if you dont want me to. I can just watch and give you tips when you need it."

You shook you head. "No, that's ok. I think since I'm using your book I'll be able to handle it. You look like you have to study anyways, so it's best if I dont distract you with this. I'll be fine, Trey, don't worry."

He smiled grew taut. "I just have to keep the book from you so you ask for help then."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Well, call me if you need anything." His smiled returned to normal and he let go of your hand.

You frowned and slowly walked away. "O-kay. Thanks."

You weren't sure what that was all about. Maybe he wanted an excuse to not study? But what would Riddle do to you if he found Trey skipping studies because of you? Sorry, Trey, this is for the best.

You couldn't help admiring Trey's handwritting as you flipped through the book, searching for the specific recipe. You weren't sure why he wrote it down since he seemed to have all of the treats memorized, but you were glad he did.

It allowed you to learn what made his food so good (oyster sauce excluded) and see how his writing improved after each page. He seemed to have had this book from a young age, most of the first pages crooked and illegible.

"You should really rewrite some of these, Trey." You chuckled.

Soon, you found the correct page. You gathered all the necessary ingredients, rolled up your sleeves, then started baking.

Everything went fine at first, you even begin to think that might start having a knack for baking. Until you got to the kneeding part.

It's not coming out right. I let it rise long enough, didn't I? Is it too dry? Should I add more oil or water? Uh oh, now it's too wet. I should add more flour. Now, it's dry again. Oh God, what do I do? If I try this again, the same thing's gonna happen and it'll taste bad. How do I fix it? I'm not a chef or a baker. Why do I even try, I know I'm not good at this in the first place and this is more proof of that. What do I do? I can't just leave it there now, that's wasteful. But, I can't fix it.

You sighed and looked glumly over your shoulder.

I guess I should just go ask Trey for help.

You dragged your feet on your way down the winding Heartslabyul corridors to Trey's room.

"Trey," you sighed. "I need help."

He turned to look at you, brows raising as he noticed the dejected look on your face. You were avoiding his gaze, apron and hands covered in flour yet shiny with oil. Had the baking not gone well?

No, worries, he was here to help.

He smiled softly and walked towards you, wrapping his arm around you. "I'd be happy to."

You were soon back in the kitchen, you sitting by the counter, watching as Trey rolled up his sleeves and got to work fixing your mistake.

He rambled on and on about whatever came to mind, hoping to distract you. But it wasn't working. You replied with half hearted murmurs and watched his hands as he worked with bleary eyes.

He pursed his lips.

You closed your eyes, tucking your chin on your crossed arms, just waiting for Trey to finish and put the dessert in the oven.

Maybe you should have taken time to study instead of trying to bake. At least with studying there wasn't technically a way you could fail. Next time you'd just go buy what you want from Sam's instead of wasti-

Why was your nose wet?

"Pfft, ha ha ha!"

You opened your eyes to see Trey laughing at you, finger covered in brown frosting.

You went cross eyed to look at your nose, finding the same sugary, brown spread there.

You pouted tried to wipe it off. "What was that for?"

"S-sorry, thought you might like to try it." He stuck his finger in his mouth for a taste. "I think it tastes great, you don't think it needs more sugar, do you?"

You took a lick of your own and sighed. "It's perfect."

Trey frowned before taking your chin in his hand and making you look up at him. "You know, you started this on your own, I just came along to help in the end. It tastes perfect cause of you. And if you like this, I'm sure you'll like the rest when they're done."

You hummed, unintentionally rolling your eyes at him. "Yeah, thanks."

He narrowed his eyes, mouth twitching into a smile. "You know, you don't have to do everything perfect on your own. Especially not on your first try."

"Huh?"

"It takes time to perfect things. If it overwhelms you, take a break, most things can be done later anyways, even these cinnamon rolls."

"I know .... Thank you, for helping me, Trey."

"Of course. If you need help or want to try baking or cooking again, don't be afraid to ask me. Even if I look busy."

"Okay." You took a breath and placed your hands on his forearm, eyes closing again. "Thank you."

Instead of going to Sam's next time, you could go to Trey. Nothing's better than getting help from an expert right? Besides, Trey could be fun to hang around sometimes.

Trey hummed, looking at you for a moment before leaning forward. He brushed stray strands of hair behind your ear, then smirked.

Your eyes shot open as you felt something else wet (and warm this time) touching your nose and the smell of mint filling your senses. And you found Trey's face against yours, tongue licking your nose.

"Agh! What are you doing?!" You squeaked, all shades of red blooming across your face.

He pulled away with a chuckle, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, thumb brushing the skin under your lower lip.

"You missed a spot earlier."

"Y-you know what? You're kinda mean."

"Ha ha ha! Me? No. Not at all."

Yeah, you don't think you'd mind baking with Trey some more.

[shmowder]

Hi, could I request anything Yulia Lyuricheva x reader fluff, please? I've only played P2 if that makes a difference ♡

Hell yeah! I'll base this off P2 Yulia mostly in this case. Honestly she deserves so much love.

Yulia x reader fluffy headcanons

[Fluff, Romance, hurt/Comfort, gn reader]

"A smart person crosses the stream where it's shallowest. But I'm not smart."

Yulia senses fate, or at least she attempts to. The strings of destiny aren't that different from chalked numbers on a board, find the common factors, and fill in the unknown variables.

The rules of probability are absurdly simple, an impossible event equates to zero, a certain event is one, therefore the sum of all probabilities for all possible events is equal to one.

That's why she foresaw your importance in her life upon the first time she's laid eyes on you.

She didn't know why yet, but as she inhaled the burning smoke deep into her lungs to smother the sound of turning gears in her brain, she felt all the possible factors shift in her world.

Not one to swim against the current, she picked her cane as she got up from the chair to walk across the room to you.

The introduction was brief, and her hand grasped yours loosely in a handshake before the grip grew more stable.

Oh.

She understands now why you were presented an anomaly.

Your hand fit perfectly into hers, your touch standing out amongst all of her other senses.

The outside world would quiet down as you spoke.

The fates have decided for her to fall in love that day. Apparently, her turn has finally arrived.

And who was she to resist the turning spindle of fate's thread?

The roads of the town, makings of her own design, seemed to lead her to cross paths with you throughout out the next couple weeks.

The conversations were politely short, but as days progresses, each word exchanged between you two started being weighted with implications of affectionate.

This slow dance was agonising to her.

Yulia wanted to progress things faster, to rush the flow of water so she may arrive at the foreseen destination sooner than later.

Her smoking increased during that period, her restlessness spiking as she spent various nights pacing around the bookshelves in the trammel.

Never one to think with her heart, she failed to grasp on anything but skeptical rationality to act as her aid in these trying times.

Did you not feel the same? Did you not sense the way her posture improved around you? The lingering of her eyes upon your own, lips and neck?

What about the tremble of her fingers? The way her lips pronounce your name with care and precision, not rushing a single letter nor skimming on any of the vowels.

It's easy to predict the future as a bystander when it came to other people, but it was much harder to see the forest for the trees when you were the rat running lost through these seemingly convoluted wooden mazes.

Without her usual deduction to relay on, Yulia felt at her wits end as she wrote you a letter, pouring out the contents of her brain on the off-white pages.

From rushed handwriting and smuged ink, to dents where the metalic tip of the fountain pen was pressed too hard against the fragile paper.

From incomprehensible paranoid theories on why you weren't receptive to outright helpless confessions of yearning for you, of sleepless nights under the cruel apathetic empty vacuum of space above.

She sends it before she changes her mind. If you were meant to leave, you would've done it eventually. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong, Murphy's law.

So she might as well show you the inner workings of her cursed mind early on.

As she leaves the letter in the mailbox to be delivered, her chest feels stuffed with cotton, her arms ragdoll against her side, her heart aches.

The inevitable sunrise arrives to proclaim the start of a new day.

Yulia is leaning against the wall that faces the front door to the trammel. Her coat was thrown on the clothes hanger, and the ribbon on her grey cardigan is untied.

The ticking of the wooden clock nearby is getting on her nerves. She considers the logistics of getting away with throwing it in a dumpster bin outside before setting the whole thing ablaze.

...Too unlikely, the Saburovs live a mere bridge away, and Alexander might not let arson slide.

A faint sound of footsteps brings her out of drifting through the abyss of her mind, just behind the door.

Someone's rummaging through their bag, the sound of papers being flipped.

Envelopes to be precise, the mailman no doubt.

Yulia moves closer, catching the letter sliding through the opening in the door before it hits the ground.

Your name is at the top in the sender's box.

And at the bottom, hers is addressed.

Hesitation sinks in the bottom of her stomach before she closes her eyes and forces her hands to move. Opening the letter carefully, unfolding the paper inside.

She takes a deep breath, the fresh air stings her lungs.

The second she opens her eyes, she immediately scans the page whole. Searching through the polite sentences for any hint of rejection, skimming through the pleasantries part to get to the main topic.

Numbers are shifting again, the strings of fate are being stretched thin. Roads are deconstructed and new connections are built.

The letter falls from her hand.

All she can hear is the loud contrasting and release of her heart against her ribcage.

You return her feelings.

It was foretold. She reminds herself, it was written.

But that does nothing to quell the waves of relief washing over her, the adrenaline swimming through her blood fizzling out into ambrosia making her stumble forward as she picks up the letter, head light and filled with stars.

She immediately goes for her hanged coat, picking her cane and walking out the door with little care to the unkept hairstyle she woke up with this morning.

Going straight to your house.

For all the roads in the town will take her there.

That day marks the start of your flourshing relationship.

It's not perfect. It has its ups and downs. Through thick and thin, the two of you make it work.

Yulia picks up her old hobby of playing the cello more and more with you around, enjoying an audience of one as you sit nearby and indulge in a book or a craft.

Romantic words aren't her forte, but physical affectionate is what she can't get enough of.

Cuddling on a warm, lazy afternoon, laying her head on your lap, intertwining your fingers together outside while drinking in the pub or getting lunch.

Especially enjoys buring her face against your neck, the feathery press of her lips against your pulse point. The way her hand rests against your thigh.

Her ideas of dates are usually things she would've enjoyed doing alone and wants to share them with you.

Surprisingly, she prefers having you do the planning and making the chocies when it comes to date nights.

She is fascinated by your mind, why you do the things you do, why do you like the things you like.

You offer her a peak into your world each time you indulge her and prepare for the date or keep a conversation going yourself.

Yulia is very content in observing you being yourself. It's one of her highest forms of entertainment.

Another way she shows love is how she always repairs something in your house whenever you have her over.

Or well, whenever she invites herself over unannounced because she was feeling lonely but wants plausible deniability of having a heart.

Fixing that wobbling chair that's giving you trouble, installing the new faucet for the sink you've been putting off.

Even sewing the holes in your favourite clothes in her spare time.

Of course, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, which is why she lays on your lap afterwards, expecting compliments, praise, and for you to play with her hair.

Your hands are her favourite part of you. The way she can hold them, kiss your knuckles and press her cheek against the palm.

The way your fingers move through the strands of her hair eases the pain of her migraines. Yulia usually isolates herself in a room in those days, even something as simple as sunlight feels like razors rattling inside her skull. The slightest sound painful on her aching mind.

She is the most difficult to deal with on those days, where the abyss starts whispering back to her on how doom is inevitable.

All things will end, so what's the point of trying? Everything and everyone is finite.

Even the love you two share.

Be patient with her. That's all she asks of you.

Her nerves can't take much more cruelty.

And you are. Waiting for your beloved each time with open arms for her to fall into. Gently reassuring her that you do return her feelings, that the love will still be worth it even if it turns sour in the future.

That she is worth trying for. Fighting fate for. The world will have to rip her out of the safety of your arms for you to give her up.

And Yulia believes you. having blind faith in someone else's words for the first time in her life.

The two of you would go to bed afterwards, where her body slots perfectly behind yours. Cuddling you close to her chest, arms wrapping around you to keep you close.

Her breathing slows down, her world isn't going to end just yet.

Yulia finds her respite amidst the veins of your heart, curling on herself inside them and shutting the door. Proclaiming the delicate organ for her own, careful to mend, and repair every broken shattered part as you hold her whole in the safety of your chest.

"I'm not crying, my eyes are just watering."

[lets-try-some-writing]

I was going to request something about cybertonian turns of phrase and their human counterparts, but then your teacher Optimus au grabbed me by the neck and wrung me like a wet towel. I have been compelled to write a story of my own for it if that's okay.

For your enjoyment.....

Writing Woes

The new school year was fast approaching for Jasper Nevada Memorial High School. New year means new students. And new students means, at least for a certain Prime, more opportunities to preserve the history and culture of Cybertron through a fresh batch of bright minds and eager sparks. As well as through the older classes who had yet to graduate still.

However, there was a student that drew Optimus' eye now and then. Though clearly showing interest during his lessons, seemed to struggle in keeping pace with their peers in the more writing focused projects.

They tended to sit further to the back of the classroom. They wore a teal cargo jacket over a plain black tee-shirt, black pants under a teal frontless skirt, and blue knee high boots. Their hair was also blonde, dyed a dark green near the tips.

He's tried to talk to this student after school hours, but they'd have already left when he begins asking around. So he has to resort to this.

The bell for next class sounds, now or never.

"Mx. Sinclair? Before you leave, do you have a moment?"

Mx.Sinclair, or Beck as they prefer to be called, was initially surprised he called them out, "Uhh, s-sure."

Everyone else files out the door to their next class, leaving only the prime and his student.

"I'm not in trouble, am I, Mr. Pax?" Beck asked, fidgeting with the strap of their backpack.

"Not at all." He assured them, "Are you having trouble with handwriting?" Of course he already knew, but it never hurt to have the student confirm.

More fidgeting, "Yeah, that's never been my strong suit." Beck admits, "Doing it quick, the letters are sloppy and inconsistent. Doing it readable, takes forever."

"Would you prefer typing intead?" Optimus offers, "I can get a laptop for you to use in class, if you would like."

Beck is taken aback by the offer, "To be honest, I would, but I wanna improve my handwriting skills too."

It doesn't take long for the prime to come up with a compromise.

"Then perhaps I can get you something to practice your writing when not at school? A tablet, or perhaps a notebook?"

Beck smiles a little and nods slightly, "Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Alright then." Prime nods as well, "I will see you tomorrow."

"See ya." And Beck is off to their next class.

Optimus got some weird looks at base when he asked Raf for notebook recommendations after school.

---

The next day, as soon as Beck walked into class, Prime had a notebook for them.

It was a simple thing, a single subject book with a green cover and a spiraled wire spine.

Nonetheless, Beck accepted it as if they had been offered to hold his newly sparked bitlet.

And things went back to business as usual for a time. Every day, after class, Beck would show Prime their improvement with a proud grin. And Prime's spark would swell with their progress.

One Monday, Prime would find an origami wolf on his desk made from a large peice of cardstock. Within the wolf's mouth, a folded up letter.

"Dear Mr. Pax,

I'm going to be out of town for the week. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner, it's urgent. I promise to be back by Friday. I made you this as a thanks for the notebook.

From, Beck."

Prime was disappointed, but he understood urgency preceded all else. And the wolf was definitely appreciated. He kept it on his desk for the whole week.

When Beck showed up that Friday, they seemed more... refreshed than when he last saw them. Perhaps they'd just needed a break from it all, he's not going to assume anything.

I am still in the middle of moving, so no new writing of my own. But I am perfectly capable of quickly reviewing your work here!

To start off, I would like to say I love what you've come up with and its totally fine to write based off my little thoughts! Most of the time its just a mess of my tired brain's ramblings late at night, so seeing what others come up with is always welcome! Now with that out of the way, I will give you a full review of your work since you have taken the time to write this and let me take a look at it!

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Story: I see no issues with the story. It is a cute little snippet of one student learning under Optimus and so its structure and flow make sense. All I would recommend is adding a tad more information and description to each line to make the whole thing feel a bit more personality filled.

An example of this (please don't take this to heart or anything, this is just how I do things), would be this bit from your work below-

*Prime was disappointed, but he understood urgency preceded all else. And the wolf was definitely appreciated. He kept it on his desk for the whole week.*

-Which could easily be altered a little bit to give Optimus a bit more personality and give those reading a greater reason to be invested in the story you are telling. Like this-

*The Prime was rather put off, but he was well aware of the fact that urgency preceded all else. The gift of the wolf was sweet and eased the quiet disappointment that bubbled within his spark. Thus he kept it on his desk throughout the remainder of the week as a reminder of kindness shown and returned.*

Once again, this is just how I do things. There is no need to apply this. Every writer has their own style after all. I am just throwing the thought out there for you should you decide to use it.

Style: I see no issues with the flow of things or the format. All I would adjust is the tense in which you are writing the characters. It seems to be rather inconsistent, often jumping between word usage like "called" and "calls" like in this bit here-

*The bell for next class sounds, now or never.*

There is nothing wrong with this line on its own, but the usage of lines like the one below right after throw the whole tense of the story off and it can be a bit jarring.

*Nonetheless, Beck accepted it as if they had been offered to hold his newly sparked bitlet.*

In conclusion, I would pick a tense and stick to it. I tend to lean toward past third person since I can work more thoughts in for characters that way. However once again, this is just how I would do things. Do as you will.

Grammar: No serious issues here. Merely some words I feel are a little awkward in their placement. Running this snippet through a spell checker like grammarly would fix these issues right up.

Character: I see once again see no real issues with characterization here. I don't know your original character well enough to give you a thorough break down, nor do I see anything that would hint at Optimus being out of character. Both are portrayed as well as possible considering the length of the story and the setting. Excellent work on this front!

Overall: A fairly well written snippet! It could use some polishing, but the overall groundwork is solid and honestly I am super happy you were inspired enough by my attempt at Optimus being a teacher to write something of your own based on the concept! Thank you so much for sharing! It was a treat to read! I hope my thoughts and suggestions aren't too much!

[eunjiahn]

school romanticizing tips ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

Cute outfits - wearing cute outfits to school can make you feel more motivated, pretty and confident! If you wear a uniform try to decorate it with some accessories. I usually prepare my outfits the day before, so i won't have to rush my outfit choices in the morning. and for outfit inspo i would recommend pinterest, tiktok and tumblr.

jewellery - it makes every outfit look 10x better. here are some jewellery based on hair colour - blondes- silver and rose gold, brunettes- gold, black haired girls- gold or silver, red haired girls- gold, silver and rose gold (also don't forget these are just my opinions of what looks good, wear whatever jewellery you know looks good on you ♡).

makeup - for me i love doing makeup as a part of my school morning routine! (also you're beautiful with or without makeup ♡).

a makeup routine for my girls who love the no makeup look ♡ mascara (clear, brown black), brow gel (clear), lip gloss (clear, light pink), blush.

a makeup routine for my girls who love makeup (i love makeup too) ♡ concealer, blush, contour, highlighter, mascara (brown, black, clear), brow gel, lip gloss.

pretty and organized notes - having organized notes will help you so much (easier studying, improved focus...). i recommend having pretty handwriting, also having some cute stationery will help you feel more motivated to study.

hygiene - having a makeup and a skincare routine always makes me more excited for school. but also taking care of yourself is important. i would recommend everyday or at least every two days. i wash my hair every 2-4 days (i have 1b black hair). also carrying a deodorant, body spray or a perfume to school is great.

books - reading books in school made me feel like a pinterest girl. i recommend good girls guide to murder series by Holly Jackson, before the coffee gets cold series by Toshikazu Kawaguchi or atomic habits by James clear. Also annotating books is fun (highlighting, sticky notes etc.)

Yujin is signing off.... ♡