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hmm my former landlords are trying to deduct a frankly off the rails amount of money from our security depositâŚmy time has come once again
i was chatting with a coworker about this whole saga today and someone nearby popped into the convo to be like âyou know, you can use chatgpt to write a demand letter!â and i sort of blinked and went, âokay. i did it myself, though.â and she was like, âyeah but it can tell you what laws and stuff are relevantâ and i was like, âi also did research myself.â and she was very well-meaning but she said âchatgptâ like six more times before she left and it was genuinely baffling to me, this insistence on it.
and in the one hand, did i enjoy spending hours researching housing regulations in my state? not especially. drafting this email was stressful. but on the other hand, did i learn a lot by doing that research? yeah, i did. iâm more prepared for my current and future leases. i used some of that info to make decisions about a new renterâs insurance policy. i already told three different people about things i learned that are relevant to their leases that they didnât know yet. (pro tip: see if youâre supposed to be getting annual interest payments on your security deposit! also look up what specific appliances your landlords must legally provide as of 2026.) i also got to reconnect with my cousin for a bit because her job gave her specific insight on part of the situation, and iâd much rather do that than have a chatbot make shit up for me.
also, i drafted that email with the power of friendship (friends angry on our behalf) and spite (from landlords telling me not to do my research). chatgpt could never.
(we got the money back, by the way đŞ)
Please never use generative AI tools for any kind of legal dispute. It does not know what laws or court cases are. It will make up something that sounds favorable to you, and you will get crushed. There are free resources out there to learn this stuff. And sometimes attorneys will offer free consultations or volunteer at a free legal clinic. OP didn't just do it themselves to do extra work or some shit. This is really the only viable way to do things short of hiring a professional to do it for you.
ChatGPT is not easier or faster in matters like this. It is a shot to the foot.
I donât know who needs to hear this but itâs okay for writing to be a HOBBY that you do because you enjoy, and that you donât want to do when youâre not enjoying it. No oneâs up in the business of knitters telling them they have to be willing to SUFFER and SWEAT or theyâll NEVER FINISH THAT SWEATER and they canât expect good things to come to them. I donât know why our current culture around writing is so intense, but Iâm here to support your casual, relaxing writing habit. If people can glue pompoms together or knit a scarf or watch hours of streaming shows with their spare time thereâs absolutely no reason writers canât waste time writing just for pleasure, without any expectation that theyâre going to Achieve something Amazing and Important or make a bunch of money or whatever.
I stand corrected: According to a great many who have piped up in the comments, apparently people ARE up in the business of knitters. What the hell. Get out of the business of knitters, people. May we all enjoy our hobbies without pressure to professionalize.
I just had yet another realization. Traditionally, King Arthur's death is said to be 542 AD. Interestingly, in history, around that same time, the Plague of Justinian occurred a year prior (in 541 AD). This possibly means that King Arthur and his army, as they march towards Rome, must also deal with a plague that is occurring in the local area.
So, when we add the Plague of Justinian as yet another event that King Arthur must deal with (besides Mordred's betrayal), then that makes things even more terrifying and devastating in the narrative.
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'Why does every nonbinary person want top surgery' I dunno maybe because having visible breasts immediately makes everyone assume you're female and only female, and therefore put you into a binary. Also why are you assuming every nonbinary person has breasts.
I think people who believe that should also put some thought into whether every nonbinary person with breasts actually wants top surgery, or whether they've just decided that the nonbinary people with breasts who want to keep them don't "count" as nonbinary.
#i know plenty of nonbinary people who want breasts or like their breasts#but they're viewed as either transtrenders or trans women in denial <- prev tags
Here the old life waited for her, like some grim ogre that bided his time and licked his chops. A monstrous horror of it suddenly possessed her. When night fell and she had undressed and got into bed, the merciful numbness passed away and she lay in anguish and thought of her island under the stars. The camp-firesâall their little household jokes and phrases and catch wordsâtheir furry beautiful catsâthe lights agleam on the fairy islandsâcanoes skimming over Mistawis in the magic of morningâwhite birches shining among the dark spruces like beautiful womenâs bodiesâwinter snows and rose-red sunset firesâlakes drunken with moonshineâall the delights of her lost paradise. She would not let herself think of Barney. Only of these lesser things. She could not endure to think of Barney. Then she thought of him inescapably.
This is just so evocative of sleepless nights when some of the worst things have happened to you. The feeling of failure of ending up in the same spot you fought so hard to get out of. Trying to avoid the real thorn, only for it to dig into you more despite trying to avoid it.
The feeling of failure of ending up in the same spot you fought so hard to get out of.
Except...it's not exactly the same, is it? She who always had to be under surveillance has been left quietly alone in her room. Her space is being respected, they're trying (somewhat) to call her by her real name.
If Barney Snaith had turned out to be just Barney Snaith - not Bernard Redfern or John Foster - and he hadn't convinced her to come back, would Valancy lose all the ground she'd gained with the Stirlings once the family realized she wasn't going to fight them anymore? Or would they always be wary of pushing her too far, now that they know she can be pushed too far?
Are they not using her real name and respecting her space because sheâs Mrs. Bernard Redfern? I assumed, as I think did she, that if Barney was just Barney Snaith, that their treatment of her would always be what it was. That said, I would prefer if youâre right.
Oh they absolutely are respecting her space, etc, because she's Mrs Bernard Redfern. Which is why I think it's such an interesting what-if? question to ask, "What if she wasn't?"
Because the clan has been through quite a year as well. Even when Valancy didn't have her identity as Mrs Redfern to back her up:
They've had to start considering her moods and feelings ("It was so important that Valancy should be kept in good humour, if possible, until it was over. Mrs. Frederick did not reflect that this was the first time in her life that she had thought it necessary to consider Valancyâs humours.")
They've heard Valancy say what she thinks of them
They've had to (already) start respecting her space ("She had moved her bed in her room to the opposite corner. She had read Magic of Wings Sunday afternoon. When Cousin Stickles had rebuked her Valancy had said indifferently, âOh, I forgot it was Sundayââand had gone on reading it.")
They've realized that - without using force, which would cause a scandal - they can't force her to do something she doesn't want to do ("Uncle Benjamin found he had reckoned without his host when he promised so airily to take Valancy to a doctor. Valancy would not go.")
They've seen how competent she can be when she gets a chance
They've seen her inspire a respectable proposal
They've seen her look stylish and youthful
Her rosebush has bloomed, and has buds again
She's no longer an old maid - she's become a married woman and will be either a separated one or a divorcee
In Valancy's mind, that first night, everything has gone back the way it was and she's going to give up all the ground she's gained. But would she? You can't step into the same stream - she's forever changed, and so has the clan. She's seen that there are other options for her, and the clan has seen that too. Once she gets over the initial shock - a week later, a month later - what would the Valancy of that what-if alternate universe do?
All very good points.
All fantasy authors wish they had a bigger bathtub in their house. You can tell by every bathing scene ever written into a fantasy novel
Making motivational "it's never too late to transition" posts is really undercut if the age you're highlighting is still young. Claiming that your transition was late and it worked out great for you actually makes older people more afraid to transition if you're saying that shit in your 20s. How do you think a trans person in their 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s feels when you're 23 and calling yourself a late transitioner?
It's never too late until you're in a coffin. It is worth it for a single day of being yourself, even if you're 110.
I think a pet deposit is stupid but at least its a stupid I can understand you know. like sure a pet could cause more damage so extra "in case of damage" money is owed. whatever. at least I have a chance of getting it back. but pet rent is bonkers crazy. like no the amount of rent thats due is what the rent is. my cat isn't like raising property tax. normal rent isn't even calculated by number of people living in the house. you can't raise the rent when an extra person moves in. what. "pet rent". what the hell are you talking about. you sound insane. its a bunny rabbit
I'm so sorry to bear bad news but they absolutely do raise the rent in some places for each new person who moves in. Capitalists will take any excuse to squeeze the rest of us dry đ

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Here the old life waited for her, like some grim ogre that bided his time and licked his chops. A monstrous horror of it suddenly possessed her. When night fell and she had undressed and got into bed, the merciful numbness passed away and she lay in anguish and thought of her island under the stars. The camp-firesâall their little household jokes and phrases and catch wordsâtheir furry beautiful catsâthe lights agleam on the fairy islandsâcanoes skimming over Mistawis in the magic of morningâwhite birches shining among the dark spruces like beautiful womenâs bodiesâwinter snows and rose-red sunset firesâlakes drunken with moonshineâall the delights of her lost paradise. She would not let herself think of Barney. Only of these lesser things. She could not endure to think of Barney. Then she thought of him inescapably.
This is just so evocative of sleepless nights when some of the worst things have happened to you. The feeling of failure of ending up in the same spot you fought so hard to get out of. Trying to avoid the real thorn, only for it to dig into you more despite trying to avoid it.
The feeling of failure of ending up in the same spot you fought so hard to get out of.
Except...it's not exactly the same, is it? She who always had to be under surveillance has been left quietly alone in her room. Her space is being respected, they're trying (somewhat) to call her by her real name.
If Barney Snaith had turned out to be just Barney Snaith - not Bernard Redfern or John Foster - and he hadn't convinced her to come back, would Valancy lose all the ground she'd gained with the Stirlings once the family realized she wasn't going to fight them anymore? Or would they always be wary of pushing her too far, now that they know she can be pushed too far?
Are they not using her real name and respecting her space because sheâs Mrs. Bernard Redfern? I assumed, as I think did she, that if Barney was just Barney Snaith, that their treatment of her would always be what it was. That said, I would prefer if youâre right.
Re: the flapper reference in Chapter Forty-One
Unfortunately, it doesn't narrow down the timeline. Our understanding of "flapper" is not as black and white as reality. According to Wikipedia the term goes back to 1631 when "flap" meant a young prostitute, and in the 1890s in some localities "flapper" was used for both "a very young prosititute" and any "lively mid-teenaged girl." More from the article:
The standard non-slang usage appeared in print as early as 1903 in England and 1904 in the United States, when the novelist Desmond Coke used it in his college story of Oxford life, Sandford of Merton: "There's a stunning flapper".[11] In 1907, the English actor George Graves explained it to Americans as theatrical slang for acrobatic young female stage performers with hair "still hanging down their backs."[12] The flapper was also known as a dancer, who danced like a birdâflapping her arms while doing the Charleston move. This move became quite a competitive dance during this era.[13] By 1908, newspapers as serious as The Times used the term, although with careful explanation: "A 'flapper', we may explain, is a young lady who has not yet been promoted to long frocks and the wearing of her hair 'up'".[14]
OP: #maud dodging committing to a year again
The Blue Castle Book Club: Chapters 41 & 42
"Then she thought of him inescapably. She ached for him. She wanted his arms around herâhis face against hersâhis whispers in her ear. She recalled all his friendly looks and quips and jestsâhis little complimentsâhis caresses."
Girl... this is the man who you're still 100% convinced does not love you and is solely motivated by pity? I'm losing my mind, and I think Valancy has already lost hers a while ago. Such a shame that Cissy had to die â I think Valancy could really use a bestie to tell her that she's being insane.
~
Valancy wants to remember everything, but she has forgotten something already: Barney's eyes were violet when we last gazed into them, but in Valancy's recollection, they're dark blue. Not to mention how they started out brown and will soon go black!
I think the likeliest explanation is that during his outdoor wanderings, Barney has encountered a fairy that has enchanted his eyes with a magical mood ring spell. Black is anger, but which moods might the other colours signify..?
~
"Redfern had not said anything of the kind, but Uncle Benjamin thought he was that sort of a fellow. Valancy knew he was. She understood that she might as well go down first as last."
Does this mean... is Uncle Benjamin, of all people, the Cupid that gives our lovers the final push they need to reach their happily ever after? Amor works in mysterious ways!
~
Three short points about Barney's backstory:
Valancy has regained her health, but in general, this book has not been kind to young women: Cissy's mom, Cissy herself, and Barney's mom have all died decades before their time.
The story of Barney's one friend feels more painful to me than his failed romance with Ethel Traverse. The fact he doesn't even say his name makes it feel like it still hurts him to remember. "Said a good idea was worth more to him than a friend, any time." Ouch. And for a college magazine?? Man. If you're going to betray a friend, at least make it count and squeeze a regular column in a large newspaper or something else actually worthwhile out of it!!
This book clearly exists on its own timeline where certain historical events did not take place... but maybe, in the realm of fanfiction and speculation, a scenario could exist where Barney actually disappeared into Yukon for years to evade the WWI draft.
~
"Itâs always been a hard thing for me to tell things, Valancyâanything that went deep. And most things went deep with me."
I feel you, Barney.
I do believe that some of us get a bigger spoonful of the "knows how and when to put their feelings into words" kinda incredient poured into our baking mix than others while we're being made, but that's only the beginning of it â you need practice, too. With his history of bullying and false friends, it's no wonder telling things doesn't come easily to Barney. Wonder if, before Valancy, he has ever had a chance to truly open his heart to someone without it backfiring on him somehow?
Once he gets going, though, he's not too bad at it. Maybe writing all that so-purple-it-approaches-ultraviolet nature prose has taught him a thing or two about putting things into words... I'd say it's mainly the "go into the forest to buffer for an entire day" part that that he needs to work on, going forward.
And then Valancy just keeps insisting she can't believe he cares for her?? These two!! They're truly perfect for each other: one finds it hard to tell things, while the other has an even harder time understanding what she's being told. It's wild.
~
"Girl, youâre in the very core of my heart."
This is such a beautiful way of putting it, and I love the callback to their promise to never lie to each other â even though, momentarily, even that is not enough for Valancy! But all's well that ends well. Love wins!
Wonder who Uncle Benjamin was going to leave his fortune before deciding that actually, Valancy deserves it all?
Wonder who Uncle Benjamin was going to leave his fortune before deciding that actually, Valancy deserves it all?
He would send for his lawyer right away and alter his will again.
I love that word "again" - making it clear that Uncle Benjamin had altered it recently, cutting Valancy out of his will once she left the family / married Barney / had the audacity to shop at his store with her husband / whatever the final straw was for him. And the funny thing about that is that I imagine Uncle Benjamin's original will left Valancy such a pittance that it probably cost him more in legal fees to cut her out than he would have gotten back from the process.
Petty, petty man.
"You Know, I Always Knew..."
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âButââ hesitated Mrs. Frederick, âheâheâthey told terrible tales about him.â âAll gossip and inventionâall gossip and invention. Itâs always been a mystery to me why people should be so ready to invent and circulate slanders about other people they know absolutely nothing about. I canât understand why you paid so much attention to gossip and surmise. Just because he didnât choose to mix up with everybody, people resented it. I was surprised to find what a decent fellow he seemed to be that time he came into the store with Valancy. I discounted all the yarns then and there.â
All Meryton seemed striving to blacken the man who, but three months before, had been almost an angel of light. He was declared to be in debt to every tradesman in the place, and his intrigues, all honoured with the title of seduction, had been extended into every tradesmanâs family. Everybody declared that he was the wickedest young man in the world; and everybody began to find out that they had always distrusted the appearance of his goodness.
My partiality does not blind me; he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby; but at the same time, there is something much more pleasing in his countenance. There was always a something, if you remember, in Willoughbyâs eyes at times, which I did not like.â Elinor could not remember it; but her mother, without waiting for her assent, continued...
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Tags: Anger, burnout, healing anger, hiding anger and control, how to stop being a people pleaser, obsessing about my relationship or breaku
I shared this during the first book club, and (probably, don't remember) once or twice afterwards, and I am sharing this again, bc I will never stop sharing it.
Baggage Reclaim has helped me a lot and this is my favourite episode of the podcast (it's both a podcast and a blog, I listen to the podcast more than I read the blog, and I've listened to this episode more times than I can count). It's a deleted chapter from Natalie's book The Joy of Saying No.
Originally titled Gone Girl, Tiger Woods, and the Dark Side of People Pleasing, I break down how people pleasing results in us sometimes behaving uncharacteristically. To escape the chains of the roles we play and trying to keep up with our and other peopleâs often unrealistic expectations and projections, we might act out behind the scenes, go rogue on the version of ourselves that people have come to expect from us, lash out, or experience the toll of the chronic stress of our people-pleasing habit. Please note that while most of this chapter didnât make it into the book, some elements did, of course, make it in.
This is basically the description of Valancy's arc. The narrative even addresses people pleasing: I have been pleasing other people all my life and failed, from now on I will please myself. Valancy did get sick from living her life this way--it was not fatal, but she was ill, and let's not forget that she got sick every winter, until that winter with Barney, when she didn't get sick. LMM couldn't have had the correct medical knowledge but that part of the story is not off. Stress increases cortisol, and long term exposure will take a toll on your health. I thought some of you book club members might find it interesting. (Actually, when it comes to chronic illness--Cousin Gladys with her 'neuritis', Stickles always suffering from something.)
I re-listened to it yesterday again and, with all the mentions of being the 'perfect' son/daughter, my mind kept going to Olive. It's why I think she should have her own villain arc too. (Can you imagine her pulling off a Gone Girl?)
Sometime last autumn, the Baggage Reclaim blog was celebrating its 20th anniversary and the podcast its 300th episode (which just happened to coincide). Natalie invited people to message her with questions or comments, so I emailed her saying that this was my favourite episode and mentioned that the book The Blue Castle has a heroine who goes through it. I forgot about it soon afterwards, but months later, I got a response from Natalie herself (she even apologised for replying so late, it's bc she only saw my email then) and she said she will check out TBC, she loved Anne of Green Gables as a child. I don't know if she ever did, but I can see her reading the book and nodding along.
The Blue Castle - Chapter 42
I love how Barney is clearly Not Okay in this opening - a strange man (hatless!) in a dreadful car, ringing a bell vehemently. It's another moment when the narration pans away to a new angle. This isn't Barney, yet, this is just "a man" - a wild, distracted man - like he's lost his personhood in his drive to get Valancy back.
Uncle Benjamin. That fucker. I don't even know if I like him or hate him at this point. Like, as a personhe is definitely not someone I would want to have dinner with, but as a character? He's somehow completely right about everything is the wrongest way possible. "Tell her he says he won't go away until he's seen her." Uncle Benjamin would say that in a self-important way, but Barney would say that in an obsessed way. And who knows if he would actually have said it if not for Benjamin? (and then he drops another stupid misogynistic joke because Uncle Benjamin).
"You've been lying awake at three o'clock too long, that's all that's the matter with you." First of all, how dare you call me out like that, second of all, spoken like someone who knows.
I don't think that Barney needed to be Redfern's son specifically, but I do think it's important to have his backstory as "sad son of millionaire." And having Redfern's be a household name in the book (at least in Deerwood) does make the revelation have more of an impact than, say, Barney's dad showing up as some random timber baron from Montreal. I do stand by my idea that it would have been better to make him the son of John Foster (which would have made the timeline of his book publications a little different, but is probably doable).
Anyway, Barney was absolutely bisexually in love with his college friend.
"You made me believe again in the reality of friendship and love" I am going feral over this line, how he loves her but also they are friends!! "The very core of my heart" blah blah don't care. This is the line that makes me care about them.
You know, we've talked about Valancy's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day, but Barney is also having A Day of it. Realizing he's in love with a woman who is going to die soon and then finding out she's probably not going to die but she left him and then having to talk to his dad on top of it?
Barney: ~pours out his entire heart to Valancy~ Valancy: yeah but u don't rly mean it do u Barney: for fuck's sake! Valancy: ...oh shit fr? <3
It makes sense, though. The Stirlings don't get angry at Valancy. Disappointed, shocked, dismissive, but never angry. And seeing that someone cares enough to get angry at her - about her - is what convinces her.
...and Uncle Benjamin was listening at the keyhole the whole time. Dude. How much of that did he even understand? At least that they're back together again. And Valancy is goign to have a serious Moment when he dies and she finds out she's his sole heir, liek wtf is she going to do with that?
I love how Barney is clearly Not Okay in this opening - a strange man (hatless!) in a dreadful car, ringing a bell vehemently. It's another moment when the narration pans away to a new angle. This isn't Barney, yet, this is just "a man" - a wild, distracted man - like he's lost his personhood in his drive to get Valancy back.
Also, his identity is still in flux at the moment - is he Barney Snaith? Bernard Redfern? John Foster? Well, what we can say with certainty is that he's a man, and he's vehement, and he's not wearing a hat.