#tcats writes

[teencopandthesourwolf]

WEEKEND WIP

from my current derek pov sterek wip with the working title of 'RED RAG TO A WOLF'

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He knew it was there the moment the sliding door to his apartment clicked shut; the moment everybody left. The pack hadn't even made it down the old service elevator when Derek sensed it, scenting the spicy-sweetness that clung to the cool air, stubborn as a fever—and far too strong considering the loft's now-empty status.

Granted, he didn't know exactly what ‘it’ was yet, only that something of the kid's had been left behind.

He spotted it as soon as he turned around.

Derek breathed in, deeply, and anger flared brightly in his gut. He was fuming at just how damn happy that warming scent made him, and how it seemed like he now had his very own aromatic keepsake just to fucking prove it.

This was bad.

Dangerous.

Rooted to the spot, Derek cautiously eyed the innocuous folds of red spilling over the top of those stupid pillows Stiles had talked him into buying, his teeth and fists clenching (along with his heart).

They'd bumped into each other a while back—quite literally—in Bed Bath & Beyond when Stiles had turned a corner wearing those stupid lime-green headphones, and slammed right into Derek.

There'd been an excessively loud exclamation of, “What the shit?” and then, “Derek?!” as Stiles removed the headphones and nestled them snugly around the base of his long, pale neck, Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths still appropriately blasting through them.

Stilinski had then cracked up and whooped like a hyena for almost a full minute straight, apparently at the mere notion of Derek's presence in the store.

“You? In a place like this? But Der, you're like, a werewolf, dude! A creature of the night!” And he'd punctuated the assessment by curling his bendy body into a ridiculous monster-esque mime, crossing his wide eyes and letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he’d gargled his own spit in some sort of supposed gnarly roar.

Just as Derek had been considering how Stiles sounded a bit like a traumatised washing machine, the kid had burst into yet more fits of mocking laughter, doubling over this time while wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and clutching at his side with the other.

What was so hilarious about someone needing to buy a toilet roll holder was honestly still a complete fucking mystery to Derek, but whatever.

At the time, he'd wanted to howl and snap his jaws at the kid for his sass. But Derek's general rule of thumb these days was to try his level best to not get so uptight about the more inane concepts that weaved in and out of Stiles Stilinski's baffling brain on a millisecond-to-millisecond basis, nor to give him any fuel for his ever-burning Sourwolf fire. So he'd nonchalantly raised an eyebrow and given back as good as he got by saying, “Which means what, exactly? That I'm only supposed to shop at PetSmart at three AM for my monthly supply of rabbit flavour kibble?” and told himself not to dwell on it.

Then instead of doing the decent thing and leaving Derek the hell alone to get on with his Saturday afternoon, Stiles had proceeded to follow him around the store because the Beacon Hills Friendly-Yet-Hyperactive Neighbourhood Sheriff's Kid was just kind of excessively infuriating like that.

Stiles had disappeared for a moment, then reappeared and proceeded to thrust a shopping cart towards Derek, insisting Derek needed it for the random shit he’d started selecting from the various displays and unceremoniously dumping into the wire basket on wheels; random shit he was also insisting Derek needed. Derek proceeded to remove all unnecessary items right after Stiles dropped each of them in, the kid either not caring enough to challenge him on it or simply none the wiser amid his animated spiel about someone named, “Marie frickin Kondo, man!”

Apart from the pillows.

Apparently, Derek didn't hate the super-soft (if stupidly named) ‘Wolf-Skin’ material covering the particular pillows Stiles had picked out for him when the puzzling human had gasped and crowed, “Oh my God, Derek, can you believe they're named Wolf-Skin? They are totally perfect for you! And even more importantly: They spark joy, dude!”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

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#sterek wip #sterek fic #pov derek #derek hale #stiles stilinki #red rag to a wolf #cassidy wips #ooh er #lol #weekend wip #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf

[cat0330]

Reflection

First, I want to say thank you for giving me the opportunity to create a Commonplace Book.  It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done but at the same time it was extremely liberating.  I am used to being super structured and singularly focused.  By reading poems, short stories and a novel all at the same time I was somehow more engaged. Instead of having to write a critical essay in the traditional format, for the first time in my life I could write whatever I wanted.  I have to admit this was a difficult adjustment.  I kept feeling like I was doing something wrong.  Personally I don’t journal or do creative writing and this was a little of both. Thanks.

After looking back at all my entries, one idea stands out that ties all the texts together and that is the idea that a person's ego can make or break them. Ego needs to be regulated. It is good to have self-esteem and importance but when people don’t learn from their mistakes, when they blame others, or feel superior then it becomes a problem.  Strong characters require a big ego because it is what drives the storylines. If a person has a big ego it leads to conflict in relationships.  For example, I think Victor had a huge ego.  He struggles with Clerval, Elizabeth and his father. The need for dominance over the creature is a power struggle in which he loses.  Anyone who isolates themself from friends and family because they are seeking fame and glory is just not cool.  When Victor tries to play God he is going against nature and this overconfidence is his downfall.  

When the writer in STET refuses to make changes she is boldly standing up for how she feels and what she believes but this also takes courage which stems from having a strong ego. Maybe people are afraid of AI because they are insecure with low self-esteem.  Just like people at the grocery store who hate using the self-checkouts.  Many don’t like it when the machine is bossy and tells them what to do.  It’s pretty funny if you think about it but they do make some people nervous and agitated.  When William Blake wrote about the streets of London, he was comparing people and being judgy. I think you have to have a big ego to lay blame on others, but like in the poem “Darkness,” it is people who are the biggest threat to humanity.

Ego also ties into some of the more personal things I wrote about in my commonplace book.  The idea of attending TCAT and how much I enjoy building anything “in the zone” takes a bit of ego.  Having a healthy ego allows people to overcome obstacles and that is a good thing because life is full of them. The alternative is that it can lead to their destruction just like Mary Shelley was showing us in Frankenstein.

[brokskar]

omg i just wanted to say I LOVE THE CALM AFTER THE STORM SO MUCH EVERYTHING norway wearing the hockey shirt and sweatpants I THINK ABOUT THAT

yooo😭😭 this was the nicest thing to wake up to, thank you so much !! it’s the first chaptered fic i’ve ever written (to completion) so i know i’m gonna look back on it one day and cringe, but i really did enjoy writing it and i’m glad some other people liked it too!!

#fun fact tcats was originally a prucan fic that i thought of years ago #but since i’ve moved into nordictalia (and hockey canada has been done before) i thought i’d change it up #it was my excuse to write norway in a way that i feel is very different that usual #aph norway #hws norway

[suhmayzooka-creates]

wipwednesday with the zero draft for chapter 1

i don’t think these don’t count as spoilers since it’s literally the first chapter but...idk. spoiler warning?? 

#fic: tcat #yes...the fic opens with natsuya's funeral #no spoilers beyond that #i know this isn't even the first draft but still....after losing all my work a few days ago writing all this makes me feel so accomplished #this is zero draft 2.0

[skyberia]

actually the real tcats update is that i thought i was like 80% done with The First Part but i reread what i had and i'm gonna have to rewrite most of it. and when i realised this i completely lost my motivation. writing is hell

#remember when i was like ''oh this is going to be a short and simple little thing i think i'll be able to do it in a year'' girl help me. #girl help this thing has like 15 characters i gotta keep track of and design and shit

[b-rainlet]

Fake fic title meme, both for any fandom: "where is there left for poor sinners to go?" or "the bend is worse than the break"? (Also sorry if this sends more than once, tumblr hates me right now.)

Where is there left for poor sinners to go?

I know I am supposed to write a fake summary but I don't think it would make much sense so I'm just telling you what my immediate idea for a fic was :D

Probably something for Jeremiah/Selina since Miah has a whole church and a cult that worshipps him like a god so why not take that opportunity lmao.

Although the lyrics do give me kinda angsty feels so it'd fit perfectly for a Post-S5 but Pre-10 year time skip fic where Jeremiah and Selina meet up in Jeremiah's church (that's now abandoned because Gotham is slowly going back to normal but all the remnants of the brief cult stint are still there, like....the coloured windows with Miah's face and the altar and the candles) and it's from Selina's PoV and she can't explain to herself why she keeps coming back every week to fight with Jeremiah (because that's what it is at first, the two of them spitting poison at each other at every opportunity) but it slowly turns into them kinda....actually talking to each other and there's something there that Selina vehemently tries to deny.

Also, if we have a religious title and the church as a meet up point, why not put more focus on Selina and her thoughts about whether she's a good person or not and how maybe Bruce left her - just like everybody else - because she's inherently bad.

She hurt Jeremiah and she enjoyed it, maybe she is plain evil. Maybe she doesn’t deserve 'redemption' (in this case, Bruce forgiving her for killing Jeremiah since that's one of the biggest fighting points for B*tcat).

And we can go even bigger, by adding one of those baptismal fonts??? To the church and having Miah baptise her as a way to 'absolve' her of any 'sins'.

The fic would get a big fat Blasphemy Tag of course aksndndn

Also while I would play with religious images because of the setting, neither of them would actually talk about or believe in God, the whole baptism thing would be more about Jeremiah showing Selina he forgives her for killing him, giving her the absolution she needs - by somebody who hurt her way worse and probably still enjoys the thought of hurting her and who is just as rotten as she is but none of that matters in that moment, that one utterly surreal moment, where she's perching on the edge of the font and he's holding her upper body tightly before dipping her back, murmuring things she can't hear and doesn't care about while she cries and thinks about Bruce. Ivy. Bridgit. Her Mother.

(The inherent intimacy of being shown the slightest crumb of compassion/affection when you're touch-starved).

The bend is worse than the break

This makes me think something character centric and inexplicably I am thinking Bridgit?? But I don't know what I would write.

The bend and the break could be about her relationship to her family? Like, 'bending' to her brother's will and then finally breaking away from then by deciding to kill them.

Which in this case is the better option since she is finally free.

Or something about her friendship with Selina. How it became distorted when she started being Firefly and wanted to help all those people and then later one changed again when she came back from the dead and then completely broke off when she was a full on villain and in the legion.

(I had thoughts about Bridgit visiting Selina in the hospital when she fell out the window in S3, so maybe I could incorporate that?)

But honestly that one doesn't give me as much as the first lyrics.

#Idk if the Jerelina one made sense #I was mostly trying to translate the vibes the lyrics gave me aksndj #Maybe I'll write it #Jerelina #Also the hospital thing is actually an idea for an Ivy/Bridget fic #Firewitch #Thx for always sending me asks even tho you're not in the Fandom and therefore don't even understand my rambles aksnsn

[lanthimo]

The reason I have never shipped B*tcat despite being a hoe for villain or anti-hero/hero relationships is because I hate the way most writers write Selina when she’s in a relationship or in a romantic scene with him. Most of them turn her into this woman who is so deeply & madly in love with him that she listens to his every word like it’s the fact, overlook his questionable behaviors and just... write her as the love interest of a man, not a character who has 80 years history. I am especially disgusted when they go for “she flirts with him and throws herself at him but he’s coLd and StoIc and uwuu soOooO maNlY!1!”

Even in Injustice games it’s such a huge turn off, some of her interactions (and every other character honestly) sound like she worships him as a god and sees him as someone who makes no mistakes and who is always right like girl chill where is your personality 

#i just realized this don't mind me #and i just genuinely dislike bruce as a significant other/lover #he has so many issues and writers often treat his love interests like they have to fix him or take whatever bullshit he throws at them #because trUe loVe #all those men writing comics are so obsessed with superior cold and emotionally repressed male characters #and sexy talented and smart women throwing themselves at the said man #ugh #ESPECIALLY IN GAME SHE'S ALWAYS LIKE BRUCE THIS BRUCE THAT HE SENT ME HERE #GIRL DO YOU EVEN HAVE A PERSONALITY AT THIS POINT

[lordenglishhigh]

* (I MEANT TO WRITE "I LOVE THIS BLOG" JDKSNAKAJSJ OOPS)

Thanks, hun. You should get notifications for us so you can ask questions as soon as someone comes online!

-mod tCat

#ooc #mod tcat #starryfansquad

[dongtopus]

Back when Marion first turned up, he was a prissy, flamboyant vamp who wore over the top frilled jackets with massive frilled cuffs and the like.

Over time, he has developed into a more three-dimensional man. He has his needs, his wants and he knows what they are.

He has a dress style that is not so obnoxious now, though i will still see some frilly things and think “yeah man that’s so marion, you’re killin’ it!”.

I’m so pleased with how things are going, Originally, this story started more or less with knell already having met marion, but i felt it was important to unravel that.

Why is knell like that? why is marion like that?

There’s so much I want to say but almost all of it breaches spoiler territory. I’m incredibly thankful to @kainissoable for all their support and behind the scenes proofreading. What’s been more important than just proofreading is pointing out themes and subtexts, which has been such a massive part of this whole endeavor.

They say for your first piece of writing, keep it short and simple.

That was the original plan. Scenes emerge and rewrite themselves, themes I wasn’t previously aware of fall into place and ties everything together.

I had an anon earlier say they were enjoying it and that feels really good, I want people to be invested in these lads and their lives and i completely understand why anyone wouldn’t. Yes this takes place in nosgoth, but there are locations that are not on Nosgoths map that are mentioned, or things happen within- allowing for more fleshing out of the world and allowing Nosgoth to be as big as it should be.

Whilst everything is within Nosgoth, very little takes place directly with the Lieutenants, they’re eluded to or mentioned- but they’re the equivalent to the government when you’re watching a film about some rowdy boys in a pub.

They exist, but have no real bearing on the story. I’m so much more interested in the actual world of ‘Kain’s Empire Era Nosgoth’. We never saw it and I fear it’s been two decades too many to go back to it in a way that could possibly satisfy our hopes in terms of official media.

I’ve had friends say that they haven’t gotten around to reading TCatS(thats a bad anacronym) but still show support which is rad and yet at the same time,  there’s a part of me that wants to push people away from it- not through any sort of shame, but it’s as if i’m inviting people to come and look at the seed i just put in the pot, and not the tree it will be down the line (if that’s not too pretentious sounding? but it’s the metaphor that feels right).

This has gone on a bit longer than i intended, but i suppose the message is this, and it’s the message that got me to start this whole thing up.

If you cant find the media you want to consume,then you have to be the one to create it.

#the corpse and the spider #related #knell #marion #it's a weird feeling #i dont feel nessecarily 'right' about this post #but i dont have anywhere else or relevant to put it

[suhmayzooka]

i was up all night and now i have no energy to write does anyone want to talk to me about free/tcat

[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

#here we go! #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fic #pov buck #evan buckly #eddie diaz #911 #911 fic #lemons #wet dream #coming untouched #drunk!eddie #alcohol #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf #plus buddie lol

[allurascastle]

honestly i write and build up so many more stories than any of you guys will see or hear about just because...i do a lot of my exploration of fandom through ocs, cannot write canon povs worth shit (look at the kitsune au) and i know very, very few people care about ocs in the first place in anything but oc driven fandoms (bioware, even tcats)

so...yeah i’ve had a lot of thought, a lot of it complicated and building on other things, about the various fandoms i’m in, but i won’t really share most of those thoughts without seeing someone else reach the same conclusion as well, because a) my way of getting there was really unorthodox, b) my understanding and/or feelings of something is always changing, like as a principal i like to keep my interpretations open for OTHER interpretations i just haven’t reached yet

/sighs

#and there was the confidence shattering event of 2015 #haha #i'm sure i'm not the only one #vld #ffvii #this is mostly about those two #i have a lot of ffvii thoughts but not enough courage or motivation to share them #and i know what the response to z would be #it's the same response i've had to similar characters #and based off that response i went out of my way to give him more individuality #from the character he's connected to than i saw a lot of those characters have #and in my story plotting i tend to treat him as a canon character and have my own private meta on him #he has his own canon and then aus #so much effort but only a couple people will ever know about him #/sighs again

[insectoid5]

@frozenartscapes replied to your post “Do you get bored of Frozen sometimes? Honestly speaking”:

I feel the same. It's probably why I haven't set anything in Canon!verse Frozen in forever, and everything's been AUs. I still love looking at the characters, but it's been a while since I've looked at the story.

It’s probably why I have trouble coming up with canon!verse stories.  Seems I’m at a complete loss for ideas sometimes.  Although, I do have 2 potential canon!verse ideas on my writing list (not including the conclusion of TCAtS); the other 4, of course, are AUs. 😅  It doesn’t help that my fics don’t draw very much interest, or that more than half the time I can’t motivate myself to write...

#bug replies #frozenartscapes

[imsfire2]

Hi! I feel guilty about not yet starting to read The city and the sea. I have this thing of "not wanting to be spoiled", since I sort of wanted to read it like a novel, like how i read By stardust and moonlight. Right now, TCATS is in it's 11th chapter, do you have an idea how long this fic will be? And I sort of wanted to also let you know that I am subscribed to TCATS and that I'm reading BSAM again in preparation for TCATS. Just dropping by to show my love and support

Hello!  I don’t known when you wrote this, I just got a bunch of notifications this afternoon out of the blue.  It must have been a couple of weeks ago as the story is now on chapter 13.  So I’m really sorry not to have replied sooner!

The plot development aspect is slower-paced in this one; we;ve just had our first moment of real drama.  I reckon it’s probably going to run to a similar length overall as “By stardust and moonlight”, i.e. approx 40 chapters.  So it should keep me going for most of the year.  Sorry for the wait.

Kudos to you for holding on and reading only completed works!  I used to do that but then I slipped up, and got addicted to the peculiar pleasure of waiting for cliffhangers to be resolved in assorted WiPs.

Love and support much appreciated, thank you very much!!  And all love and support back to you! xx

Thank you for writing!

[nympcdoraships]

Lightening Era: George Weasley | Gryffindor

@tcat said: Hi!:) I am a 16 year old, Leo, Ravenclaw, straight, and pure blood girl. I love any type of writing. I'm really smart but People don't really recognize it. I'm really popular at my school and I love the attention but I also really like my down time. I am 5'3, really skinny, have darkish blonde hair, and grey eyes. Thanks!:)

#hp #george weasley #dxmbledoresarmy #hogwarts #ship #ships #hp ship #hp ships

[my-world-in-silence]

Making tidying a regular habit.

Keeping up with routine cleaning. It’s my secondth day! Hurray! ^_^  Am really determined to maintain this system. I know myself too well and I don’t wanna ignore the fact that I am not into routines. I’ve started countless habits but they can’t even be called a habit for the reason that they’re all short-lived. Too short-lived that they disappear in no time! But, this one needs extra effort and will. I gotta do this for OCness’ sake! This time, it requires serious discipline.

Started the day with wiping the tops. Took me about 30 minutes to finish. It’s an improvement cause I beat yesty’s one hour. Though, that didn’t include sweeping the floor.  I do the sweeping in the evening. But, am just so happy cause the place looks so tidy. Can’t get over the cleaner I hired til now. But not with ill feelings. Just each time I clean, I find more skips she did. Like the bathroom door was totally neglected. I did it myself early this morning and it’s now looking so clean! After a really long while...its original color came out! ^_^ Like, “why hello there. Nice to see you again!”

Currently watching “how tos” and different hacks on YouTube. Right this moment, am learning how to clean the fridge. Because that’s my next agenda.  Found this channel, “Clean My Space”, helpful. So far, I’ve learned (refreshed would also be a good term) ideas how to maintain my cave. Especially suggested habits to lessen tasks, instead of letting them pile up for until they can get done. Exactly the case in my cave. Which is why I was required to have someone do a general cleaning to it.

Dusting on a daily basis is totally beneficial. That’s why am gonna really make it a routine. And it’s gonna be a lot easier once the handy vacuum I recently purchased has arrived. I’d say a cut-rate item for its usefulness bought online at TCAT Philippines. ^_^ Expecting it to be here by the coming week so am excited! It’s gonna be very convenient as Kiro is shedding again and leaving dander everywhere so... it’s a big help.

I’ve dumped my wood closet about a week ago as twas already breaking apart (and moldy!). My clothes are like evacuees packed in large plastic storage and bulky recycled bags. Figuring out how I can arrange them without having to get me a new wardrobe. I’ve not found suggestions and ideas online convincing enough for me to take on. What I did to make all them fit in the storage and recycled bags is the army roll technique. I rolled the shirts and everything that can be rolled. Explains why all my clothes are neatly arranged (at the moment). Problem is when I need to get some clothes to wear, they might end up in shambles again. Especially on Sundays! Good thing I’ve left some pieces in a paper bag I can grab anytime. But that’s just for a few uses! I gotta come up with effective resolutions before I will need to dig inside the bags to avoid clutters later on.

My brain won’t stop telling me things to do! OCness is attacking. I kept coming up with things to work on. Endless undertakings just to keep my place spick and span. Already have the fridge on top of the list, next is the kitch cabinet, then the bedroom table drawers, then work desk and console drawers, then the makeshift (invisible) wardrobe, then the under the counter and sink cabinets, then bathroom walls, then the dirty laundry, then the toaster, and so on.... Now I know why it’s way better that wives stay at home. Imagine the load they hafta do around the house to keep it shipshape. How much more those with kids?!!! Am single with a son (Kiro, my dog) and these are the things that keep me occupied when not working. Crazy!

After having seen a few vids, I started wishing there’s a Dollar store in the PHI! I mean, I think there are some branches around the Metro but they don’t offer as many items as the ones in the US. Or perhaps there are shops somewhere in the city or the nearby cities that sell various items for home at a discount. Need suggestions.

Gosh! It’s almost 5 (in the aftie)! Will be meeting Luz in a few and I was gripped by the vids and been writing this for almost two hours (all because my mind keeps dragging me everywhere). Gotta end this NOW.

oh...one last...I have new buddies in the cave: Skitz and Wave. They’re a larger type of hermit crabs! ^_^ Happiest! For the interim, toodle-oo!

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