Effie Lovel

Mostly NanaGo * Rants and fiction (nearing 40) https://loveleffie.carrd.co/

[loveleffie]

Other than FanFictionFESTA & a few upcoming things (like Nanami Week) I'll be mostly away from socmeds - I can't cope with the world at large and my increasing mental health issues

As always, I'm available thru email, discord (unless it goes up in flames) and Tumblr DMs if anyone needs anything.

Might also actually open up writing commissions in the next couple of weeks --for real this time-- but I don't know. I feel like that'll flop hard and I don't know if I could take it.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I’m kinda surprised that nalbinding isn’t as popular as crochet and knitting tbh because it has an even lower barrier of entry tools wise and unlike crochet and knitting it makes fabric that you can cut.

I guess it’s because it’s slower or something.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Nalbinding aka needle binding is when you use yarn and a big sewing needle to make fabric btw

It also has a lot of different kinds of stitches you can do that make different densities of fabric.

Some people even make rugs.

[thewolfwaitsbelow]

I feel like part of it might be casual people are generally aware of the existence of crochet and knitting, even if they don’t know very much about either, but have never heard of nalbinding

[what-even-is-thiss]

Yeah I hadn’t heard of it until recently and I ordered a big bone needle for myself to try it out and that should be arriving soon.

I was surprised that I’d never heard of it though. It’s older than knitting and crocheting and even though it’s been done all over the world it’s super relevant to Nordic culture and my grandmother and I are both into keeping in touch with our roots a bit so I’m surprised I’ve never heard of it.

It seems like the sort of thing that would be popular even if not as popular as crocheting and knitting, considering the low barrier of entry.

[what-even-is-thiss]

You also don’t need a bunch of different sized needles for nalbinding or whatever. The size of the stitch is controlled either completely freehand or by pulling it against one of your fingers. Most people who have a lot of nalbinding needles seem to either have tried out wood, bone, and metal ones to see which kind they liked or they enjoy carving wood or bone and like making their own needles as an extra hobby.

It’s also a lot easier to freehand and adjust as you go than crochet or knitting and you mostly go by inches instead of rows and number of stitches so a large number of accessories like stitch markers or whatever isn’t really necessary.

Maybe the lack of accessories also makes it unpopular idk. People do like collecting things in their nests.

[the-color-of-sound-is-space]

I've been wanting to do so, I cannot find anyone who can teach me, and any books I can find on it are Ass in the Visual Learning department. Otherwise I'd be making the hell outta some nalbinded fabric

[what-even-is-thiss]

I found this channel by a nice man who makes up close tutorials

Happy Needlebinding

I create videos on YouTube to learn people how to needlebind using two fingers and your thumb. Needlebinding helps people to relax, relieve

[what-even-is-thiss]

I thought this would be kind of a niche post to make but I was quickly reminded that I’m on tumblr, the website full of gay people with one billion hobbies.

[melaridraws]

+1 frog acquired

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[myoneand1]

Fiebre 1/4

Todo comenzaba con la fiebre. 

Un día se sentía bien y al siguiente, la fiebre lo tiraba en la cama, hacía que la cabeza le doliera, pero solo eso. 

Después, su garganta comenzaba a doler, impidiendo que comiera más allá de unos cuantos bocados, incluso tomar agua le resultaba complicado. 

Quería dormir, pero con la garganta cerrada, despertaba cada pocos minutos, cuando el aire se le escapaba. 

Finalmente, su madre lo llevaría al hospital, le pondrían suero, le darían medicina y en una semana estaría bien.

Al menos, hasta el mes siguiente, cuando todo el proceso se volvería a repetir. 

Pero exageraba. Se dio cuenta de que exageraba ese primero de julio, cuando conoció a Satoru. Alguien que tenía una enfermedad muchísimo más seria que unas simples amígdalas

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Era bastante tarde en la noche, su mamá había ido a casa, a darse una ducha y descansar, mañana regresaría por él y se irían a casa. 

Pero las risas comenzaron a escucharse en ese momento, era algo extraño, teniendo en cuenta que ya no iba al área de pediatría. Aunque había escuchado que había espíritus en cada hospital, nunca había creído en esas cosas. 

Aunque esas risas le estaban replanteando esa suposición. 

Tenía el impulso de tomar la sábana de su cama y cubrirse con ella hasta que el ruido desapareciera, ¡Pero ya no era un niño! Así que se aferró al tubo donde estaba su suero y salió caminando en silencio de su habitación. 

—Shhh, shhh —susurró alguien, pero la otra persona se carcajeó otra vez. Incluso con más ganas que antes—. ¡Nos van a regañar!

—¿Y qué van a hacer? ¿Quitarme el suero? 

Nanami frunció un poco el ceño, caminando en el pasillo, las enfermeras estaban en la otra ala del lugar, así que nadie lo regaño, a ninguno de los tres, se detuvo en la puerta de donde venían las risas, un cártel estaba ahí, tal vez siempre había estado ahí y nunca lo había visto porque no iba a esa área. 

“¡Hola! Estoy muriendo, paciente de LLA, ¡No molestes!”

LLA… ¿Eso era Leucemia? 

De repente, todo el dolor que antes sentía desapareció, ¿Cómo podía quejarse de unas simples amígdalas cuando alguien ahí tenía leucemia y reía de esa forma?

Kento suspiró, dándose la vuelta para regresar a su habitación. Tomó un vaso de agua y se obligó a tomarlo, le costó unos minutos, pero lo logró. 

Enserio. No iba a volver a quejarse de algo así. Nunca. 

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No durmió mucho, pero no le importó. Las enfermeras le estaban retirando el suero cuando vio a un chico de cabello largo escabullirse por el pasillo. 

Cuando la enfermera se fue, él se levantó, caminando hacia la habitación de anoche, tocando la puerta sin pensarlo mucho.

—No, no, fue Suguru quién entró por su cuenta… —la persona dejó de hablar cuando lo miró, frunciendo el ceño—. Tu no pareces trabajar aquí. 

—Soy paciente. 

—Ah —después de unos segundos, una sonrisa apareció en su rostro—. No creas el cartel que tengo, o sea, sí me estoy muriendo, pero la parte de no molestar, eso es para las enfermeras, tú hasta pareces alguien que me agradaría. 

Una pequeña sonrisa apareció en sus propios labios, para alguien que estaba lleno de tubos en su brazo y mechones faltantes de cabello, irradiaba luz como el mismo sol de verano. 

—¿Tú crees?

—Seguro que sí —él respondió, agarrando la muñeca de Nanami y haciéndolo entrar a la habitación—. ¿Tú de que estas enfermo?

—Oh… Hum… Nada serio, solo amígdalas, mi cirugía es hasta el siguiente mes. 

—¿Amígdalas? Odiaría tenerlas, no soportaría no lograr comer nada. 

—No es tan malo… Te dan mucho helado. 

Su cara se iluminó con otra sonrisa, sentándose en el borde de la camilla. 

—Bueno, ¿Qué tal si me compartes algo de ese helado? Me vendría bien. 

Nanami lo pensó un momento, antes de sonreír y asentir. 

—Iré por un poco, eh… 

—Satoru, la mejor persona que jamás conocerás. 

Por alguna razón, Nanami no tenía ninguna duda sobre eso. 

Una de las enfermeras que siempre le daba helado, no tenía ningún problema en darle un poco más, de hecho, le sirvió más de lo necesario cuando escuchó que era para Satoru. 

—No seas malo con él, la pasa difícil. Y necesita amigos, él piensa que no nos damos cuenta cuando Suguru se cuela al hospital, 

—¿Por qué sería malo con él? —preguntó Nanami, elevando una ceja. 

—No estoy diciendo que eres malo, Kento. Pero no le hagas las cosas más difíciles al pobre. 

Nanami salió con los dos vasos de helados en sus manos, con las palabras de la enfermera aún en mente. 

Seguro que sí, vivir con leucemia debía de ser difícil. 

—¿Satoru?

—¡Rubio! —dijo el albino con una gran sonrisa, tomando el helado que tenía más—. Y yo que pensaba que no ibas a regresar. 

—Me llamo Kento —. Se presentó. 

—¿Kento? —preguntó, tomando un poco del helado mientras asentía—. Te queda, honestamente. 

—¿Gracias?

—No es nada, los halagos se me dan muy bien. 

—Oh, puedo decirlo. 

Satoru soltó una risita. 

—¡Es verdad! —respondió, levantándose de la cama para palmear la cabeza de Nanami. 

—No soy un perro. 

—No, pero serías un gato lindo, ¿No crees? 

—No realmente… Creo que sería un gato de esos que se la pasan durmiendo. 

Satoru regresó a la cama, frunciendo un poco el ceño. 

—Sí, supongo que sí. No te conozco lo suficiente para decir lo contrario,así que confiaré en tu palabra.

Nanami sonrió, regresando su atención a su helado. 

—¿Te da miedo tu cirugía?

—Un poco, supongo —respondió. 

—A mi me daba miedo cuando me hacían la aspiración y biopsia de médula ósea, pero ahora solo insulto mucho a los doctores. 

Nanami miró su helado, sin saber qué decir. 

—¿Duele mucho?

—Duele demasiado —Satoru lo pensó un momento—. Es como… Si te partieran a la mitad desde la espalda, pero después para, pero después vuelve a doler, no importa cuanta anestesia ponga. 

—¿No te pueden dormir?

—Sí podrían, la verdad no sé por qué no lo hacen. Supongo que porque los médicos son siempre un par de sádicos. 

Nanami soltó una risita. 

—Tal vez quieren oír tus elocuentes palabras mientras los insultas. 

—Oh, seguro que sí —respondió Satoru, con una sonrisa—. Mi voz es demasiado hermosa para no escucharla, en todas las entonaciones posibles, como cuando les digo que se vayan al carajo y que cuando me levante los voy a asfixiar mientras duermen.

—¿Has intentado asfixiar a alguien mientras duerme? 

—Sí, ¡Pero! Cuando era un niño, era un peluche. 

—¿Matas peluches? 

—Señor bigotes se lo merecía. 

—Oh, apuesto a que sí. 

Satoru soltó una carcajada, terminando su helado antes de volver a hablar. 

—Exacto, me alegra que tu lo entiendas, Suguru dice que exageré con eso. 

—¿Suguru es el chico que se escabulle en la mañana?

—Sí, no tiene nada mejor que hacer que venir a ver a su precioso mejor amigo, no lo culpo, ¿Tú estás aquí por lo mismo, no? Por mi grandiosa personalidad y bello rostro…

Nanami soltó una carcajada, bajando su helado, su garganta aún dolía, pero podía ignorarlo fácilmente ahora. 

—Eh… Supongo que sí. Tu grandiosa personalidad y bello rostro me mantienen aquí.

@nanagofest

[queerofthedagger]

okay let's actually do this properly

Where do you write your fics/stories

Word

Google Docs

Scrivener

LibreOffice

Obsidian/Notion

ProtonDocs

Notes App

Directly into AO3

Ellipsus

Handwriting

Other (explain in tags?)

Remaining time: 2 days 2 hours

[ellipsus-writes]

Uh WOWOWOW we're at #2?! (guys we can't let Google win 😬)

[phantomrose96]

When you meet Edward Elric he gives off the impression that he's the short-tempered hot-headed "violence is the answer to all life's questions" kind of protagonist, and it's in fact incredible character craft that he's actually the character who ends the series with a negative-3 kill count.

[phantomrose96]

people killed: 0

direct orders of "you really really need to kill this guy" ignored: 1

ongoing murders being committed by Ed's own friends/colleagues that Ed got in the way of to specifically stop that murder from happening: 2

[phantomrose96]

God's worst soldier Edward Elric. Showed up as the youngest member of the Amestrian army, took millions of dollars from them, never followed a single order, helped dismantle their fascist regime, left with a lower kill count than he arrived with, then fucked off to go be a house-husband. Character of all time.

[loveleffie]

Been toying with the idea of just... Disappearing off social media and AO3. Probably won't do it but the pull is there.

[pompomposting]

he is encouraging you to take life one step at a time

[not-your-average-url]

I miss when ads were a single click and then they’re gone. Now every ad has a minimum of three phases where you watch a video, exit the still frame of fake gameplay, and then exit the app download. That doesn’t even touch on the ones that forcibly take you to another app after opening a tab in safari without you ever touching the screen.

I hate advertising. I hate that you can’t do anything without companies jumping down your throat with mostly bullshit ads. I hate that billboards exist. I hate that every company unanimously decided to make their ads longer and longer. I hate that ad blockers try to charge you money and there are in app purchases to remove ads. I hate that my attention has become commodified. I hate that there’s nothing I can do about it.

[cuppydogshane]

all the rights that come with marriage you should be able to have without marriage btw. you should be able to designate a person who can visit you in the hospital regardless of your relationship to that person.

[panic-at-the-aromantic]

”aro ppl can still date” well yes but you just dont see that character as aro

“ace ppl can still have sex” well yes but you just dont see that character as ace

nonbinary ppl can still use binary terms/identify as lesbian/identify as gay” well yes but you just dont see that character as nonbinary

[victusinveritas]

[black-crested-jaybird]

I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.

[makingtrouble]

Give yourself the treat before you start. I'm serious. And ideally during the task and afterwards too.

Executive dysfunction comes from a lack of available dopamine. Common advice is wrong. You need to provide your own dopamine before you can start. Otherwise you're trying to run your car on empty.

"But what if I still don't do it" well you already weren't getting it done anyway. Now you have a little treat. Try again later.

You deserve kindness and care even when you aren't being productive.

(Also read How to Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis)

[twwings]

I give my students a LOT of techniques for starting writing when it feels overwhelming or daunting, but one of them is exactly this: dopamine load BEFOREHAND. It may sound weird to people on tumblr dot com, but a lot of people seriously struggle with executive dysfunction when it comes to writing literally anything, to the extent that it can cause such symptoms as panic, depression, and AI chatbot use.

I usually suggest this technique as a "Reverse Pomodoro." In the original Pomodoro, you work for 25 minutes and then take a break for 5 minutes (the times vary, but that's the essential ratio). People with executive dysfunction often find this insurmountable, and they get even more frustrated, and then the task seems even more difficult. So instead, flip those times.

FIRST, spend 25 minutes doing something energizing and engaging that you like to do. Not scrolling social media passively, not watching tv, not napping. Try something like colouring, doing yoga, running/walking around the block, talking about your favourite tv show with someone in real time, playing with the dog or cat, making and eating a lovely sandwich, hula hooping, something active. Having a little treat absolutely falls in this category!

(on the subject of little treats: refusing yourself food until you do work is for fucking Puritans and you can be kinder to yourself)

Then, after 25 minutes (or however long it takes to eat the sandwich or finish the yoga routine, it doesn't have to be exact), spend 5 minutes writing (or doing whatever you're struggling to start). Most people can coax themselves into doing something they find difficult for five minutes, if they have already filled up the joy/energy/engagement bucket. You can put a timer on for the 5 minutes if you want, or if you find that annoying, just work for as long as you like.

The other key is: don't push yourself to keep going when you're frustrated or tired—that will just reinforce the negative belief that you already have, which tells you that this task is painful to do, and needs to be avoided. If you've commonly had to force yourself to do this kind of task, that's likely part of why you think of it as painful and have trouble starting it now. Also, you should just, at a basic level, try not to put yourself in pain for the sake of productivity. So just do it till the good feelings run out. Then start hula hooping or colouring again for another 25 minutes. When the tank's refilled, try another 5 minutes of work, if you can. Adjust times to taste.

Not every technique works for everyone, but I've seen this one work for many students who are genuinely and seriously disabled by executive dysfunction. And many people find themselves getting more and more excited and engaged in the "difficult" task—because the good feelings from the hula hooping carry over, and because they're suddenly able to do the task without feeling pain, and feel accomplishment without feeling pain.

[digitalsciongremlin]

“The way Gojo cups Nanami’s face under the city lights… my heart can’t take this 😩💕”

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af

i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience

say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!

[corvidcall]

to anyone in the areas impacted by the wildfire smoke, my #1 biggest piece of advice as someone whos been dealing with wildfire smoke in the NW united states for years, is build yourself a Corsi-Rosenthal Cube

they perform as well as expensive HEPA air cleaners, and are comparatively VERY inexpensive. all you need is a box fan, 4 air filters, a piece of cardboard, and some duct tape!!!!

i think it took us maybe a half hour to put ours together, if that, and we replace the filters every 3 months. it's really made a HUGE difference, both when the air quality is bad, but also with our allergies

[o0fyuu0o]

Saw these easy to read instructions on Twitter. Stay safe 💚

[sun-cheyne]

Also just a handy, DIY air filter in general, if a bit bulky. For a less bulky and cheaper (but also less effective) solution, you can simply tape one filter to the fan, cut a shroud if you'd like.

[snowriddenwolf]

just FYI, this is quite literally what the climate scientists at my work who specialized in wildfire smoke impacts recommend. it works great, it's cheap to make, and it will make a noticeable impact on your air quality.

[mechanicalriddle]

i have asthma & keep one of these running in my room perpetually. after I set it up the difference in my sleep quality was pretty much night and day. Dont waste your time on proprietary air filters; SIMPLY bust out the duct tape

[aliasnnmknt]

Nanami drawing (self indulgent cause it's my bday hehe)