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blysse-and-blunder · 2 years

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in lieu of a commonplace book: march madness

afternoon and evening, sunday, march 27, 2022

writing this on little breaks in between trying to produce a month's worth of writing in an evening! (give or take some time spent over the past week transcribing notes and discovering brand new research rabbit holes, and panicking). but we're not here to angst about that, we're here to talk abt fun stuff. because it gives me joy to connect media experiences with friends, lots of mutuals tagged in this one, sorry to take y'all's names in vain if you prefer to skip these long monologue posts!

reading this is very much a belated february note again, but finished james baldwin's if beale street could talk. there's a lot about this book that feels very ripped-from-the-headlines, as in, these are the same issues Black communities have been dealing with, as in, this book was published in fucking 1974 and it feels like nothing's even improved. still it's...beautifully written. not that you want to read racism and police brutality and the carceral state and rape culture beautifully written, but. baldwin's prose makes it bearable, and he threads that needle of having the first-person narrator express herself in incredible insights and poetry at times while still talking and sounding like a normal, very young and often frightened, human woman. so much love permeates the entire book, between families, between the main romantic couple, between Tish and her Fonny and their baby. pull quote:

" Time: the word tolled like the bells of a church. Fonny was doing: time. in six months time, our baby would be here. somewhere, in time, Fonny and i had met: somewhere, in time, we had loved; somewhere, no longer in time, but now, totally, at time's mercy, we loved."

second entry so i can start to cut down on the backlog, i finished listening to robin wall kimmerer's gathering moss audio book! i'd started braiding sweetgrass and knew i liked kimmerer's style and overall approach, but this one was easier to get from the library sooner. don't get me wrong, i value the work and expertise of a professional voice actor and audiobook reader, but hearing kimmerer read her own book added so much to the experience, probably bc it's such a personal topic for her. she infuses every scientific latin name for moss with so much warmth, so much relish-- and she believes the most earnest lines but adds a tinge of humor and at times reverence which removes whatever might have felt overly precious if it had to speak for itself. it still gets a bit precious sometimes, but the short length and at 1.25x speed got me through it without getting bogged down. i'll be thinking about that wealthy owner devastating his property's moss ecosystems for a while, and will be trying to recapture the feeling of listening to this bit from the last chapter, "myriad of synchronicities" especially, even longer.

"the combination of circumstances which allows it to exist at all are so implausible that Schistostega is rendered much more precious than gold....Its life, and ours, exist only because of a myriad of synchronicities that bring us to this particular place at this particular moment. in return for such a gift, the only sane response is to glitter in reply."

listening it's been a 24/7 orville peck bronco: chapters 1+2 lockdown over here lately. as discussed elsewhere with @switchoffthestars and @fisherkings, this album really is a case of oops! all bangers! but also, having a well-produced, well-performed, so fucking cohesive and satisfying track list. is this what happens when you only release a carefully-chosen eight tracks, you end up with stuff that works together so well? just when i think i've picked a favorite track, i'll relisten to another different one, or wake up with the hook of a third stuck in my head. honorable mentions to: curse of the blackened eye for the leaps in range and the upper octave stuff with those little ornaments and turns that are so sweet; hexie mountains for the opening guitar and the soaring plea on "and wouldn't it be nice if i could sleep in my own bed? wouldn't it be swell if i could get things off my chest?"; daytona sand for the energy! the opening bass note he sings on 'buddy'! the backing three-notes in the backing steel guitar!-- but i'm only going to link my beloved kalahari down.

like many high schoolers in fairly rural areas who didn't have better options, i had a brief country phase--and i still absolutely fuck with a lot of blue grass and appalachian stuff, and the classic oldies-- but this is country that i feel like, you know, i can trust, that i can relax into. thank you god for gay-ass country music.

watching sometime in the last month +/- i finished watching netflix's 2021's lupin series 2 with @hematiterings and began, on @dying-suffering-french-stalkers' recommendation, watching the 1970's anime lupin iii (the first part, the original old series). these are, it will surprise no one to learn, uh. different shows.

watching two reactions to the same source material, without reading that source material, feels like an exercise in deduction that's teaching me mostly what the original arsene lupin isn't, but i'm having a different kind of good time with each!

playing having a normal time on my first independent stardew farm, in that i did a little groundhog day scenario with day 21 of spring by continuing to accidentally close the game before saving and having to repeat everything (this still didn't allow me to complete the carp quest, the fishing mini game and i do Not get along still, even though i am now actually attempting the correct things in it); i lost a ton of spring crops by not getting them in in time and will have to sell my body to the mines to afford a cup of coffee, but also i can't stop thinking about it even though i'm very not taking the time to play any right now. for a long time, computer games felt like a Whole Thing that weren't worth the effort to boot up or the sensory overload required to play-- stardew has not, does not, feel that way, and that's nice. three months later, thanks for my birthday present again @pep-squad-lizzie <3

making planted some odds and ends from the produce drawer which were starting to sprout on their own, because it's spring and spring is about encouraging growth and also being a mad plant scientist. so far the tomato seedlings are raring to go, the green onion less so, and the garlic is too early to tell.

working on here's an ugly truth-- setting milestones and accountability goals with your friends (love and light to @yogurtforever again) only works if you then also set your own intermediate deadlines and actually work on the project consistently on your own! i'm bumping up a deadline (a meeting with my whole committee that we arranged months ago) without a finished piece of writing to show them, as promised, and even though the prof who's In Charge of me for this project has said she isn't worried, and that i can send it out later this week instead of tomorrow as promised, the psychic burden of how much i have to do still has me doing nosensical things and sweating at the prospect of Actually Writing. goddamit. how is it almost midnight, and i've only been looking up 16th century typefaces and welsh printers, instead of (again) Actually Writing

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup #each week we get closer to the 'weekly roundup' tag being less of a lie but this week is not that week

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peachbearies · 3 years

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omg ion know if ur taking. Requests rn but I was wondering just a cute lil imagine bout zion in which the reader and him are dating and it's they're one yr aniversary or sum idk lol but just zion being a cutie and telling how much he loves her and shiii (because we all know that his ass acts all big and bad but he is a 6'4 teddy bear irl) yaa ik that was supper cringey but shehej yee okay byee (ur an amazing writer btw I've read all ur work and may I saY I stan 💖)

Promise: Z.kuwonu

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›› Synopsis: it’s your first anniversary with Zion, around this trademark period it makes you apprehensive but Zion reminds you how much

›› Genre: Fluff

›› Paring: Female Reader x Zion Kuwonu

›› Warnings: Slightly hinted nsfw, lots of cursing (I mean it Zion so…), a little glimpse of toxic behavior.

›› A/N: what?! This is not cringe at all baby! I admire cheesy romantic headcanons/ imagines like this. My likes and drafts are filled with fluffs or angst to fluff🤧. I’m sorry this is a tad bit delinquent And thank you for reading my work that means a lot I’ve been exploring a lot of vocabulary words to scrutinize my writing, this may be a long one I apologize I got too into it.

The marvels of what a year could do. From going through a hurricane of songster roaring at each other, the strikes of austere comments leading up to the thunderstorm of a anguish. Your ex-fiancé cheated on, with considerable women before you found out. The ring on your finger was nothing but a reflector and leverage for him, he wanted to appear a saint to the kingdom, but a devil in the moonlight. Apologizing and buttering you up like a slice of bread, didn’t make you dawdle.

Your lucidity and rectitude were more caliber than staying, so you moved out of your shared apartment a week later, during the rotation of moving haphazardly you’ve incoherent yourself from the boys' realm, nor have your inner circle heard of you. You dissipated from the earth. And if you had to be adequate, you relished it that way, what was anyone overlooking anyways? but you were silently asking for space, you would give your leg for it.

Zion stirring in disgruntle, pushing profanities in between his gritted teeth. Don’t get mistaken he wasn’t mad you were ignoring him, just by the way your handling things on your own, he knew it had to be really fucked up if you couldn’t come to him. The veins crawling up his proffered hands outstretched for the keys. The boys jumping up in fear he may do something reckless, Brandon putting his hand in front of the boys to halt them. “Listen—even if we stop him, say anything to him or follow him, he will remotely do exactly what you think he’s going to do, you know how much he cares about (y/n), all we can do is have faith in him” Brandon confirms, but deep inside that rickety heart of his fear was kicking his ass too. They all discern Zion, once the peak of anger overflows his eyes only opines vermilion.

Zion parked in the lot, not noticing your car ghosting its rightful place. His mind was set on figuring what was wrong with you. Climbing the flight of stairs, he knocks on your door, his foot tapping the pallid base. When the door swung open it was ex-fiance, their eyes met in pique just burning to throw punches and a few sparks of curse words. “What do you want?” Your ex tempts him.

For your sake, Zion never snapped in front of him the way he should’ve. “Not you that’s for sure” commenting on his current attire, which was shirtless and some sweatpants. “Where’s (y/n)?” He queries, a scruffy ‘tsk’ pass through his lips. “Not here, that bitch moved out after she broke up with me”

Zion looked at his watch the time read 9:35 pm. “Cool, all I need is nine minutes of your time” Zion tranquility explains to him. Swinging and docking him in the throat; the girl that was staying with him bolting into the living room finding the source of the thump. She screams for Zion to get off him, after give or take six punches, Zion walks away not giving him or her the slightest sight. “If I catch you or her around y/n, better make sure you have good health care insurance and dental”

The next day he waited outside your classroom leaning his foot up against the wall; few girls noticed him but that wasn’t on his mind. When your silhouette appeared, he excused himself in a rush to catch you. “Pretty rich seeing a smile from a ghost” your heart dropped; the voice you were scared to dump your problems on.

What lie could you conjure? “Hey Zion” you breathe, turning in his direction. “That’s my fault I’m sorry, dealing with classes and moving I lost track of time” which was half correct, but it wasn’t the biggest factor. Zion tilted his head, signature hand in hoodie pocket. Closing your eyes with a heavy sigh, you knew he didn’t believe you nor did he want to push you. “Zion—“ he groped your wrist pulling you to the parking lot, he leaned on his car's hood without saying a drop of words, he wants for you to stream all your worries.

“Well, that’s half the reason. Okay, I didn't mean to go completely ghost, life just wasn't easy for me lately, I didn't want to add more dead weight to your shoulder. Sorry” zion scoffs pushing himself away from the car with no hands. But they followed the path to your jawline. ”burden on my shoulder or not, they're made for you to cry on. Stop going through things on your own alright?, as long as I'm here you don't have to sink”

Ever since you and zion grew close, a year later and he still gazes at you like a diamond. Even after a year, the astonishment gets the better of you. The insecurities start raging in, fighting in a war of love and hate. Your phone was laid upon the cherry wooden table, the vibrations frightening you, the goosebumps crawling up your arms. The name it read was “Love🤍”

“Hello?” You answer still shaken up; Zion lets out a soft scoff that vibrates through your body “you’re still in bed mamas? you should be awake beautiful” rubbing your eyes slightly, the clock flashed the numbers ‘ 2:30 pm’ your groan only makes him smile bigger.

“Goddamn I love you, look how ravishing you are in the morning” Zion's eyes shimmering in adoration. Those eyes always reflected his emotions, deep down you knew Zion loved you wholeheartedly, but the fear of having something good taken from you. That is what kept you hesitant. “No, I don’t stop lying” you stroke his ego.

“Me? Lie? Babygirl, I can’t and won’t lie to you stop playing” Zion said in a low octave, your stomach stirred in feelings “do me a favor baby” “Which is?” You reply, Zion looks over on his nightstand smiling. “Why are you smiling? Are you being mischievous again?”

“Who me? Nah” Zion shrugs off. The ringing of the doorbell distracted you from his spreading grin “answer that” sighing you walk towards the door, propping your phone on the counter, Zion moans out loud. “Maybe I should’ve slept over last night! Who told you to look that good mamas?” Ignoring his flirty antics you open the door, glimpsing at fresh bouquets of your favorite flower and a self-care basket. “Baby!!!” You screech, Zion simpers at the brightest smile on your face. The sun doesn’t shine as bright as you did at the moment.

“Why?, why are you so loving to me” you start to happy cry “Nah baby none of that, I love you too damn much for you to self-deprecate” Zion shuts your negativity down. Flipping the card over you read the message. ‘You thought I’d forget the day you changed my life? I’ve always loved you and I’ll continue to love you, but it’s not your love that I adore the most, it’s those gorgeous eyes that look back at me. Like I’m some type of angel when we all know that’s you, it’s the way you’re compassionate about others, I love your free spirit baby you’re a dove to me, even though I get under your nerves, I wouldn’t want anyone else to deal with me or my problems happy one year’

You look up at Zion, his eyes were already glossing by admiring your figure. Oh, how you wish jumping through a screen wasn’t just a cartoon thing. “Fuck” you whisper covering your face “angel, you are beautiful” Zion reminds you “stop!!! I’m in my feelings!!” You Jokingly spat at him. “What you wanna do for our anniversary it’s up to you” Zion smiles.

“Can we go to a petting zoo then get tacos?” Your eyes sparkling as your lips turn into a pout, Zion looking up towards the ceiling as his Adam’s apple points at the camera. “Yes, how could I say no” twenty minutes later Zion was at your house, complimenting you the whole car ride. Protectively and passionately rubbing circles on your knees being careful not to raise his hand any further.

“Look! Rabbits” Zion follows your finger pulling you in that direction, you sit on the bench holding the rabbit in your lap feeding it the food. Zion takes pictures of you getting the best angles, falling in love with your beauty, even more, the way the golden light bounced off your skin. It made him think twice if you were real or just a lucid dream. Feeding the monkeys were the best part, they hugged you and Zion; even gave you two kisses. The giraffes were the most exciting to you, joking to your boyfriend “wow look something taller than you”. Walking into a blue-lit aquarium a class of fish surrounded the both of you. Your finger softly touching the fish that was pressed against the glass, it followed your every move. Never realizing Zion detached his hand from yours, it hasn’t hit you until a ring was slid on your finger.

“Not an engagement ring, but soon don’t worry this is a promise ring, and I promise that you’ll feel nothing but comfort and love with me” his fingers gripped into your waist “with a side of pleasure too” you smack his shoulder while smiling ear for ear. “You promise?” “Of course I do, I wholeheartedly promise, I will never hurt or disrespect you baby, you mean too much to me”

Once you were back to the apartment your body couldn’t even make it to the bed, but Zion helped you to the bathroom. To wash off the dirt and sweat, even helped you with your skin routine. His fingers padding over every inch of your back, your soft snores in the crook of his neck. “I’m so glad to be the girlfriend of your dreams” you whisper “oh lord she’s finally figured it out!!” Zion pushes your buttons “should I send you back home?” You test him, “you wouldn’t dare, you need me tonight” Zion teases his swollen lips attacking your neck upwards your jawline, a low gruffly growl trickles down your spine.

“So is this the side of pleasure?” You press your teeth into your lower lip “if that’s what you want”

“Well, you did make a promise” wasting no time Zion straddles you, your legs wrapped around his waist, giggling at how he fumbled to remove his shirt.

“You damn right I made a promise, and I’ll show you how serious this promise is” Zion kisses up your stomach “I love you”

Your hands cupping his jaw the breathing becoming erratic “I love you too”

#prettymuch #zion kuwonu #prettymuch zion

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