SWC Megathread ࿔*:☘︎･ November 2025

-NotWillow-

──★ ˙ procrastination weekly
0 words … november 16

Part One - Taking Accountability

Now I know we all have reasons not to do our work. We often give ourselves excuses and delay our responsibilities, but today we're gonna combat that by taking accountability of our tasks. For this part of the weekly, reflect on yourself and what causes you to procrastinate. Is it because it seems hard? Too boring? Just don't feel like it? Compile all your reasons for procrastinating together with 300 words! Good luck and I wish you all a lack of procrastination!

would rather play Forsaken

can't find a good song to listen to and end up scrolling on SoundCloud for options

boring task so no motivation

too time-consuming

don't want to get up from my chair to go to my working desk

accidentally end up watching Oversimplified even though he's supposed to be background noise

trouble keeping track of time

end up watching K-Pop with my mom

feel like snacking/eating instead

think that I can do it later/tomorrow

don't think it's that important, and it can be easy to complete

forgetting to do the task

thinking it was already done

get up to do it but end up doing something else

feel like I will get burn out if I do it

I was already busy that day so I need to rest

As you can see, I have many excuses to not do a task. I am very easily distracted, like with picking out music to playing Forsaken. Sometimes I get distracted after getting up and seeing something else. Distraction is really a huge factor, as I also watch videos in the background but end up just focusing it on something else. Time is also another factor. I have trouble with time management as well. Sometimes time goes by too fast, and I end up not doing a task. Also, I think that the task will be quick, but end up spending much longer on it. A lot of times, I just do the task in bed, if it's a paper assignment. I say that I was already busy, so therefore I shouldn't do the task. As well as forgetting if it was done, and how much progress was made. I also say that I just need a few more minutes before getting out of my chair to do the task, but that few minutes becomes a few hours.

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Part Two - Motivation

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babyoda1546

✪ Weekly Assignment 02: Historical Fiction (Yeehaw) ⊹ ₊

Part 1 - Research
Welcome to the Industrial Revolution!
The age of mechanization and technology.
I chose this era because, while the Victorian and Renaissance eras are cool, I’ve always been more interested in inventions and mechanics. Now, when I say inventions, it doesn’t have to be huge, groundshaking improvements. Of course, we all love a story of invention and the inventor, but the Industrial Revolution was the story of many, many people all working to make improvements. A series of gradual improvements. It wasn’t just a bunch of megaminds walking into a cafe and coming up with mind-shattering inventions while sipping tea (the real geniuses were the people spying on other countries to see what they came up with because other places were more advanced than Europe, wink-wink)

TIMELINE:

Okay, so I believe it started in the 1760s (1764 to be exact). It begins in Great Britain when a man named James Hargreaves comes up with the idea for the yarn-spinning machine, which was called the spinning jenny. Also, while repairing a Newcomen steam engine, a man named James Watt noticed that it wasted a lot of steam, and he developed a way to improve the engine.

1770s: A guy named Richard Arkwright used James Watt’s engine to power the textile machinery. In 1775, Richard improved mills so that the whole process could be powered by one. Richard Arkwright is also commonly known as the father of modern industrial factory systems. Around 1779, another guy named Samuel Crompton invented the spinning mule, which is a spinning jenny run by a mill or water frame (I think). The spinning mule improved the pace at which yarn and thread were created.

1793: A man named Samuel Slater, an old apprentice of Jedediah Strutt (who was a partner of Richard Arkwright), built variants of Richard Arkwright’s inventions and set up a cotton mill in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, the first successful cotton mill in the USA. Eli Whitney also later developed the thought of mass production of interchangeable parts.

1780s: Edmund Cartwright invented a loom that is the predecessor of the modern loom. In 1785, Edmund started up a weaving and spinning factory in Doncaster, England. ALSO, in 1789, he invented the first wool-combing mechanism.

1807: William and John Cockerill brought the Industrial Revolution to the country of Belgium, where they then created Belgian waffles and made the world go kaboom. Just kidding. They developed machinery shops at Liege. Belgium was the first country in continental Europe to be transformed economically.

1811-1813: Conflict against industrialization began to increase. Luddites (people who didn’t like industrialization) attacked factories and destroyed textile machinery. The textile craftsmen who participate in those attacks typically avoid hurting people and often welcome the support of locals. Luddites protested against machinery because they were afraid that the machinery would replace them. (Kinda like AI is doing now)

1834-1859: In the USA, Cyrus McCormick came up with multiple inventions that were used to mechanize farming. He made the reaper, which revolutionized harvesting and made it quicker and easier. Elias Howe invented the sewing machine, which made the making of clothing less expensive. Edwin Drake finished drilling the first oil well in the USA, near Titusville, Pennsylvania.

1862-1869: The USA begins constructing a railroad that travels across the continent to connect the East Coast and the West Coast.

1876: Alexander Gram Bell invents the telephone.

1879-1882: Thomas Edison introduces the modern era of light when he invents the incandescent lightbulb. He also supervises the installation of the world’s first permanent commercial central power system in Manhattan, New York. Electric lighting quickly spreads across the USA and is soon adopted by Europe.

1903: In North Carolina, brothers born in Dayton, Ohio, Orville and Wilber Wright achieve the first powered, sustained, and controlled airplane flight.

Late 19th and 20th centuries: There is a lot of evidence of a second Industrial Revolution. Many new things were created, and important advancements were made. Henry Ford introduced his assembly-line method for the making of his Model T Ford. Parts were assembled on a conveyor belt, and the Model T formed as it moved from one station to the next. An assembly line increases production and is later used in a bunch of industries.

SOCIAL CLASSES

Elite Class - old aristocrats, top capitalists, and people who held great political and economic power

Bourgeoisie (upper middle class) - wealthy merchants, factory owners, and capitalists who controlled the means of production

Middle Class - managers, professionals, shopkeepers, and business owners.

Working Class - factory and manual workers, who were often immigrants and rural migrants.

LIFE FOR WOMEN IN EARLY INDUSTRIALIZATION

Industrialization caused a continental shift in women’s roles in society. Before the Industrial Revolution, the household was always the center of production, and women’s work was more domestic, like fetching water, tending livestock, making clothing, and cooking. Many also did work like weaving and hand-spinning in their households. That was called cottage industry. Cottage industry didn’t entirely end when large-scale manufacturing came along, but the advent of machinery had a HUGE impact on women’s lives.

Women became part of the working class and typically worked in mines and mills. In the late 1800s, families would search for employment together with husband, wife, and children all working for the same company, while for many single women, taking a job outside the home offered the chance of freedom and greater independence.

Women were seen as less physically strong and skilled than men, and oftentimes, the companies and factories paid them less. Many factories just chose that as the cheaper option, and soon, jobs like printing and working at spinning machines that didn’t require much muscle became “women’s labor”. Women often worked in dangerous conditions for low and unfair pay. They also had the burden of domestic work with industry work.

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Part 2 - Description

Rain made the cobblestone roads slippery. The road shone a little from the reflection of the warm yellow glow of shops and street lamps. The clip clop of horses’ shoes against the stone road and the groaning of the carriages. Those sounds were occasionally accompanied by the whining of horses. Rain still dribbled from the sky, though you can’t tell whether it’s the dark rain clouds or the never-ending, smog-filled skies. No matter what time of day, the sky was always darkened, and in the night, it just got darker. This city used to be the center of commerce and trade, but now it’s a huge industrial hub. Factory buildings and shops are around almost every corner. The city is very polluted. There’s a bunch of soot, and the environment is very unsanitary, especially in the slums.

You look to the streets surrounding you and see huge crowds of people running around and hustling like they have somewhere to be because they probably do. People are heading to and from jobs. Occasionally, you see a homeless family in an alleyway, hovering over matches. Because of how busy it is, the city is overcrowded. People working on canals and future railroads. People running to work. People, people, people.

It stinks here. From the smell of factory fumes to waste, this city has it. Most people threw their waste out into the streets or into the Thames River. There was little access to clean water. Lucky people had cesspools and privies to dispose of waste. For a while, there was a dust cart system, but it was insufficient for the city’s needs. The stench in the city was a big problem.

Your thoughts on the city are snapped by a lady shouting about someone stealing her purse. “HELP! THAT MAN STOLE MY COINBAG!!” Ah, yes. Crime. Crime has happened a lot around here since there was a lot of poverty. Almost every few minutes, someone stole something. Whether it be a purse, a coinbag, or your heart, someone was bound to steal it, so keep an eye out.

“Get your papers here!” a newsie shouted, and just to support the poor kid, you handed him the six cents and took a paper. You’ll see many child vendors in the streets selling newspapers or flowers, or food, because they need money. You’ll also see beggars and street performers.

You take one last look around and then head off towards the textile mill where you and your family work.

Welcome to London

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Part 3 - Character

Hazel Miller is an eighteen-year-old girl who works at her parents’ textile mill. She had average facial features and intelligent hazel eyes. She has brown, medium-length, wavy hair that her mom sometimes made her put up in a bun (although Hazel preferred a braid). She typically wears a white long-sleeved blouse, brown maxi wool skirt, brown waistcoat, and brown lace-up boots.

Hazel is not afraid to stand up for herself. She is an independent young lady who fights for what she believes in. With her parents being shopkeepers and them living in London, she has seen the people in poverty, the homeless, and the child vendors. She gives whatever she can to people in need, but she still spends money fairly because she is more of a saver than a spender. She is kind, independent, smart, and curious, sometimes reckless.

As mentioned previously, Hazel works at Miller’s Textile Mill, owned by her parents. She has a little sister named Emma, and she also works at the mill. The Miller’s Textile Mill has been passed down through generations. Before they had the textile-powered mills, the shop had used the handloom and spinning wheel, and the shop had been called “The Weaver’s Guild”. At their shop, they produce cotton cloth, wool, linen, silk, and jute. Miller’s Textile Mill (or The Weaver’s Guild) has been around since the 15th century, and when textile machines became a thing, they adapted their shop instead of protesting against the machines.

Hazel’s best friend is a boy named Samuel “Sam/Sammy” Turner. Sam’s dad is a farmer and they have a rural life. Since the uprising in machinery is not good for farmers, his dad is a Luddite. Samuel only has his father because his mom died of tuberculosis. Sammy and Hazel know each other because, before Hazel’s mom and dad took over the textile shop, they lived out in the countryside and were actually neighbors with Samuel and his family. After Hazel and her family moved out, Samuel sometimes comes to visit. Since Sam’s father has to go to town to sell what he can, Sam gets to explore and visit Miller’s Textile Mill. Also, since the two families are close friends, they trade and give each other products.

Unbeknownst to her family, Hazel is secretly a bit of an inventor herself. When she gets some occasional free time, she tinkers with machine parts she’s found around the shop. She is conflicted on her opinions on machinery because she likes to tinker and try to invent things, and machinery helped the productivity of her family’s shop, but machinery has also made Samuel's life harder.

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Part 4 - Story

Clip Clop Clip Clop Clip Clop
I watch the horse as it pulls the carriage down the cobblestone streets. Today was another gloomy, rainy day in London, and right now I’m out taking a walk. That was a terrible idea, by the way. As soon as I left the mill, I was hit with the inescapable stench of London. Ugh. I hate this place. I miss the rural farms where I grew up. I miss the trees, the fresh air, and the flowers. And most of all… I miss him. I miss Samuel, Sam, my Sammy. I continued to walk along the wet stone streets.

The city is busy today, but that’s normal for London. People heading to and from work, people protesting machinery, and people here for business. Usually, I would be at work right now at my family’s textile mill, but today, my parents gave me a little freedom since it’s my eighteenth birthday. As I continue walking, I see a familiar young newsie, and I stop to buy a paper. I’ve already bought the paper from another kid, but I might as well help another out.

“Hello, Thomas!” I greet the kid in the kindest voice I can manage. His head whips around, and he grins when he spots me. Aw… he’s still wearing the scarf I donated to him last winter. He runs over and hugs me, and I hug back, of course. “I see you’re still wearing that scarf.”

“Yes! I love it so much. Thank you again, Hazel,” he pulls away and looks back up at me, “Do you want to buy a paper?”

“Of course,” I reply and dig out six cents from my coinbag and try to put it in his palm, but he pulls away, “What are you doing?”

“No. You are not paying for it. It’s your birthday.” Thomas smiles and hands me the paper.

“But-” I start, but get cut off.

“No buts! Have a nice evening, Hazel!” he waves goodbye and runs away.

I start walking back to Miller’s Textile Mill because I should probably at least do some work today. I walk the familiar winding cobblestone path to the shop. When I get back, I just stand outside, looking at the building that someday, I, Hazel Miller, will inherit. Red brick walls and the familiar grid-patterned windows. The dark slate roof and the two wooden, hanging signs, carved by my best friend, or maybe more, Samuel. One sign said “The Weaver’s Guild.” That was our original shop, but then we built onto it and added the mill. The second sign said “Miller’s Textile Mill.” I open the timber door, and my little sister greets me.

“You’re back! Happy birthday!” Emma is practically brimming with energy. Emma is my little sister. She’s twelve, and she is the most optimistic person ever, and I love her so much.

“Hey, Emma,” I hugged her in a greeting, and she hugged me back.

“Oh! Haze, you got a letter and some flowers today. I put them on your bed for you” My little sister replied and pulled away because mom was calling for her to help with a machine. I went to my sister and I’s shared room to see what got sent. When I enter our room, I see the bouquet and letter on my bed. I sit down on my bed and open the letter.

Dear Hazel Miller,

Happy birthday, Haze. I wish I could be there, or rather, I wish you could be here. I miss you, but good news. My father needs to sell again, so we’ll be in town. Hope to see you then!

P.S. The flowers say the things I’m too scared to say out loud.

Sincerely, Samuel Turner

If that didn’t give me butterflies, I know what did. I looked at the flowers in the bouquet. Red rose, red tulip, yellow tulip, orchid, white chrysanthemum, and… a red carnation.

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Asha-the-SWC-fan

Weekly 3: Procrastination
Part 1 – Taking Accountability
(~300 words,)
When I actually stop and look at why I procrastinate, it’s kind of hilarious and tragic at the same time. Half the time it’s because I’d rather be doing literally anything else, especially reading. If I pick up a book I like, the world basically dissolves. Responsibilities? Never heard of them. I tell myself “just one more chapter,” but that’s a lie—I know it, the book knows it, everyone knows it.

Then there’s the fact that some tasks just feel… dead. Like staring at a blank page that stares back at you. If something looks boring or pointless, my brain immediately switches to ✨gremlin mode✨. Suddenly I’m reorganizing my bookshelf or scrolling for no reason, as if those things are life-or-death urgent.

I also procrastinate when I don’t know how to start. I’ll literally sit there thinking about starting instead of just… starting. And if it’s something that might expose me to failure or imperfection? Yeah no, I vanish.

And distractions? Oh, they absolutely destroy me. My phone could buzz because someone breathed across the planet and I’d check it. Then boom—twenty minutes gone, and I don’t even remember what app I ended up on.

There are days when I’m just exhausted, too. Physically, mentally, or emotionally drained to the point where even tiny tasks feel like boss battles. I’ll tell myself “I’ll do it when I have energy,” knowing full well that future-me is being set up for disaster.

Honestly, my procrastination is this chaotic mix of avoidance, boredom, fear, and distraction. But understanding the chaos at least makes it feel more manageable. Maybe now I can start wrangling it instead of letting it run wild.

Part 2 – Motivation
(~200 words,)
I picked three motivation habits from Jade’s workshop: a short walk, rewarding myself, and changing my environment, and honestly? They worked way better than I expected.

1. The Walk
I went outside for like ten minutes, and it was way more refreshing than I thought it’d be. Fresh air basically slapped the fog out of my brain. I didn’t feel like a sleepy gremlin anymore. By the time I came back, I actually wanted to start working. Shocking.

2. Bribing Myself With Rewards
I told myself that if I finished a section, I could watch a video afterward. It worked. I am extremely motivated by treats, apparently. Knowing something fun was waiting for me made me speed-run my work instead of dragging my feet.

3. Changing the Environment
I moved to a different spot to work, and it felt like hitting a soft reset button. Suddenly the task felt less stale. I wasn’t surrounded by my usual distractions, and my brain didn’t fall into its normal procrastination traps.

Together, these three habits actually boosted my motivation in a way that wasn’t forced. Turns out, I don’t just need “discipline,” I need strategy.

Part 3 – Time Management
(~300 words,)
For time management, I tried the Pomodoro Technique, which is basically working in 25-minute bursts with 5-minute breaks. It sounded simple enough, which is good, because if something looks complicated I immediately revolt.

The first 25-minute session was surprisingly smooth. Since I knew I only had to focus for a short chunk, I didn’t freak out at the idea of working for a giant block of time. My brain actually behaved for once. The timer helped too—it made everything feel slightly more official, like I had a tiny productivity coach yelling “GO!”

The 5-minute break afterwards was clutch. I didn’t wander off and disappear for half an hour the way I usually do. The timer rang, I took my little break, and then boom—back to work. It kept me from spiraling into distraction-land.

The next rounds went even better. I actually got into a groove and started finishing things faster than usual. The structure made me feel like I wasn’t drowning in the task, which is usually the vibe. And because the breaks were built in, I didn’t get mentally fried halfway through.

The only “issue”—if you can call it that—was when I got really into what I was doing and the timer told me to stop. I ignored it. If I’m in the zone, I’m staying there. So I might adjust the technique next time, maybe doing 35- or 40-minute sessions.

Overall, Pomodoro kept the chaos in check. It stopped me from drifting, helped me start without overthinking, and made the whole thing feel less overwhelming.

Part 4 – Lock In!
I locked in for a full hour on one task, combining the walk, the rewards, and my Pomodoro cycles. And honestly? It worked. I stayed focused, didn’t drift, and actually finished stuff. It didn’t feel like torture, either. The hour flew by way faster than I expected.

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1lMaM

Melody Muffins Recipe
This signature autumn recipe is a must for everyone. These muffins are a flavour burst of pumpkin and cinnamon and a fire starter for your musical ideas (even if you don't think you're that musical!). You don't need a mixer - in fact, the more hands-on you get, the better. Be ready to dance, and be doubly ready to record your ideas!

Ingredients:
- 1 and 3/4 cups of plain flour
- 1 teaspoon of baking soda
- 1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
- 1 and 1/2 teaspoons of pumpkin pie spice
- 1/2 cup of white sugar
- 1/2 cup of brown sugar
- 1 and 1/2 cups of pumpkin puree
- a pinch of lavender
- 1/2 teaspoon of instant espresso
- 5-10 bird feather barbs
- 2 fresh eggs
- 1/4 cup fresh milk

Method:
1. Preheat oven to 200 degrees C and grease a muffin tray or line it with muffin liners.
2. Whisk the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, lavender, espresso, feather barbs, and pumpkin pie spice in a large bowl until combined.
3. In another bowl, whisk the rest of the ingredients until combined. Pour these into the dry ingredients, then fold everything together until combined.
4. Spread the mixture evenly across the muffin holders. For best results, play or sing music. Put the muffins in the oven for 20 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean.
5. Let them cool for 5 minutes, then enjoy!

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-starrii-skies-

daily 17

Hey folks, children, and babies in arms!

I hope you’re reading (or watching, probably, as this is going to be telecast live on the Master Fantasy Chef channel soon) this out of genuine interest, because that is exactly one of the ingredients in this recipe. Welcome to the Christmas edition of our (nah, it’s mine, because I do the scriptwriting, baking and cooking all by myself :skull: ) television show, Mater Fantasy Chef! Today, I’ll be baking a Joyful Christmas Croissant to spread the spirit.

Ingredients:

6 cups of very sifted flour
7 eggs (six sevenn)
2 LARGE ladles of honey, or 8 small spoons- be generous!
1 can of condensed milk
3 teaspoons of baking powder
4 teaspoons of baking soda/ water (you know, any EDIBLE and NON POISONOUS liquid works!)
2 cups of milk
Like 6 7 drops of vanilla extract duende laughter (duendes are skeletal birds wearing mushroom hats, trust)

Process:

First, dress up like a fantasy character or witch. Please. Otherwise, the whole vibe is ruined :sparkles: :zany: Then, somehow (I don’t know how to cook) mix up all the inredients. It’s time for the amazing duende laughter! Now this thing must be super specific. Swirl the laughter with a 1mm spoon in a perfect circle without a compass. If you don’t, the whole croissant will be ruined D:

Decoration:

Garnish the cutie pie with raspberry and cranberry jam

silverlynx-

Daily 17th November

594 words

Alissa nudged me.
“Cassie, here comes another customer!” She told me softly, before getting back to slicing a mouthwatering pistachio tart dusted with crushed almonds and icing sugar, a delicate slate blue jug of glistening dark chocolate sauce, coating the buttery pastry of the…

A small cough startled me out of my thoughts. In front of me stood a smiling freckled girl, her wide hazel eyes blinking up at me.
“Er, how can I help you today?” I stuttered awkwardly.
I wanted to kick myself. I was already 2 and a half weeks into the job and I still couldn’t even get words out of my mouth. But how could one be frustrated when golden and russet leaves were drifting on an icy breeze, and the sapphire sky was filled with fluffy clouds like melted meringue?
“May I have one regular mixed spice latte and a glazed nutmeg bun, please?” The girl asked politely, her hands clasped behind her back.

I nodded brightly and reached underneath a misted dome with my gloved hands to grab a glazed bun, its icing glowing with the golden sparks that Alissa had summoned to dart over its surface.
“Would you like that to eat in or take away?” I inquired, a bit more confidently this time.
She glanced up at me. “To take away, thank you.”
I slid the bun into a crisp, striped paper bag, my stomach rumbling at the warm scent that wafted towards me. I flicked my wrist and the bag floated towards her and dropped itself in her waiting arms.
“I wish I were a Summoner,” she sighed wistfully, “To be able to make objects fly, or control the winds or vanish before people’s eyes.”
I shrugged. “My power only works within the bakery. The moment I step outside it’s just gone. When I was younger it only ever happened when I sang, and a little while ago only when I was painting. It changes depending on my interests - and right now that’s baking!”
She gazed into the distance, taking a mindless bite of her bun.

“Right, your latte might take a bit longer, so if you want to take a seat then feel free to, and I’ll call your order number in a minute. Order 84, OK?”
She gave me a thumbs up and then wandered over to a window seat surrounded by sparkling garlands of pumpkins that wreathed themselves around the window frame.

I snatched a disposable cup from the oak cupboard beneath me and slid my already creased order notepad into the ‘Creation Cart’ as it was currently and creatively named. It whirred for a minute, its cogs vibrating as it processed the order after a minute it pushed out a mug of steaming coffee from the wooden miniature train tunnel that had been decorated with tendrils of moss and twinkling fairy lights on a puffing steam engine.

I poured out the mug’s contents into the disposable cup and added a sprinkle of nutmeg, cinnamon and star anise as well as balancing a tree-shaped sable biscuit onto the miniature table that protruded out from the cup’s side.
“Alissa!” I called over to my fellow barista, passing the cup towards her. She ran her fingers gracefully over the top of the cup, adding a natural sparkle to the chocolate-brown liquid.

“Order 84!” I called.
The girl jogged up to the counter and accepted the cup gratefully and then swiftly made her way towards the door. The bell jingled as she made her way out into the bitter autumn air.

taylorsversion--

The Poe Cup ★ Poem Prompt
217/200 words

the eagle swoops through the sky,
feeling the wind through his wings.
he looks at the trees below,
and watches a robin as she sings.

the robin hops on the branches,
making a nest,
and down on the ground,
squirrels lay to rest.

the next morning comes,
and comes a girl in a dress,
the animals greet her,
and she says she is a princess.

she walks into a house,
where little men stay,
and cleans it all up,
while they are away.

they all silently watch,
as the dwarfs march along,
and inside they hope
these dwarfs do the girl no wrong.

the princess gets used to
the ways of the woods.
she becomes much loved:
pretty, and her heart is good.

then one fateful day,
a woman in a cloak,
a poisoned apple,
and the princess chokes.

but a prince on a horse,
from a far away land,
comes to watch this girl,
and gives the dwarfs a hand.

until he finally caves,
and gets onto his knees,
drops a kiss on her lips,
and you wouldn't believe:

snow white woke up that day,
and the forest rejoiced,
she ran away with her prince,
an upsetting choice.

the dwarfs got revenge
on snow white's evil queen,
and got a big boulder,
and did something mean.

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CodingAnd_Stuff

Daily November 17th
How to Make Sweater Muffins:
Feeling chilly? Like the fall, but just need a cozy boost in the newly cold wheather? Losing a bit of motivation, despite how pretty the leaves are? You’re in luck! There are…sweater muffins! These fabulous treats are filled with pumpkin flavor, sugary cinnamon toping, and the best ingrediant of all…sweater infused fall magic to make them feel like a cozy hug! Enjoy!

Ingrediants needed:
• Well-used and loved sweaters that now have too many holes to wear
• Flour
• Eggs
• Sugar
• Butter
• Olive oil
• Cinnamon spice
• Pumpkin filling
• A light dash of magic

Also required: Scissors

Steps:
1. Using your scissors, cut the sweaters apart. Seperate them into small pieces of woven yarn, about a square inch, until you have around 30-40.
2. Add flour, sugar, and melted butter to a large glass mixing bowl. Stir until combined.
3. Crack eggs and pour the yokes into the mixing bowl. Add olive oil. Mix throughly.
4. Once your batter is wet and combined, add your sweater clippings and mix them into the batter. At this step, you may be rather confused and worried about the wool in your muffins. But do not fear, all will come together in the next step!
5. Uncap the magic you should have collected in a appropriate container (such as a small bottle) and lightly dash it over the top of your mix. Mix quite throughly, being extra sure that it is properly distrubted throughout your batter. You will not see a noticible change yet.
6. Using a muffin scoop or spoon, place your batter into the muffin liners as evenly as possible, filling each just below the rim. Place pan in oven and bake for 30 minutes.
7. Remove pan from oven once timer goes off, ensure muffins are throughly baked, and sprinkle cinnamon over top. Let cool for five to ten minutes and then eat. You will know that your magic has worked properly when you get the feeling of a cozy, warm, soft hug while eating them and there are no large pieces of sweater. Enjoy your muffins!
I do not actually know how to bake. Also please don't really eat sweaters

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goldenglorymindz

Weekly 3

Part 1
Reasons why i refuse to do history homework

I’d much, much rather do some math homework however, I don’t have any
History is super boring and I don’t think we need to study about it so hard, like just don’t make the same mistake twice… right?
I’d also rather do this scratch weekly than do history homework
I’m addicted to screens and my phone
I’d rather play some tennis and get cooked by some L3 kids than do this boring paragraph
Why do we need to know about the geography of Africa? We can just look at Google Maps
I don’t really have any ideas for this paragraph and this will take a really long time trying to perfect it and get an A plus

I don’t want to write a five hundred work essay on history for homework. This is because I hate history and I solely believe that we don’t need to learn all of this and we should just not make the same mistake again. Like we could learn about simple stuff like the very important wars like the World Wars or stuff like the Renaissance, but we don’t need to learn about why Martin Luther’s ideas were revolutionary or how the Renaissance started many beliefs like classicism and humanism. Also, I need to practice tennis so I can beat most L3 tennis players. Also, I’m very good at math (asian genes lol) and I’d much rather do some math, however, I don’t have any to do. Also, sadly, I don’t have many ideas for my history paragraph and I will take a lot of my time for me to perfect it for an A plus grade. So all of these reasons are why I’d much rather do anything else than write a paragraph for history.

zodiacdog

Daily - Nov 17 - 165 words
Have you ever wanted to make the cake from Alice in Wonderland? Or the hypnotically delicious Turkish Delights? (without the Snow Queen loyalty side effects.) Well, let me introduce you to Zodiac’s Baker Book! Below is a little taste of this succulent book.

Butterbeer from Harry Potter:
Although fake, deficient recipes have flitted around the web, below is an authentic recipe sourced by our very best book divers.
10 pieces of butterscotch candy (ask your grandmas!)
A few pages of your favorite Harry Potter book (sorry bookworms!)
Tears of sadness from a certain red-heads death…
10 ounces of full fat milk
A few drops of age-friendly alcohol (available on our website!)
10 squeezes of honey
A large spoon of powdered sugar

Mix these ingredients together in a boiling cast iron cauldron until everything is dissolved and a thick foam gathers on top! A mask is recommended. Please do not be alarmed by magic miasma floating up or the ghosts of Hogwarts emerging! Enjoy your butterbeer!

Runaway--

Weekly 3 : 1173 Words

I'm not really sure why I don't want to write. I have this problem where I will gain all my motivation in a big chunk, plan a whole story and write tens of thousands of words for it in one day and then put down my laptop and go to sleep and immediately lose every drop of motivation I have. It's really annoying because I am invested in the plot and I do want to get it posted for people to read but it's just so so easy to lose the motivation.

I also struggle with balancing planning and actual writing. I'll happily spend hours planning various plots, symbols, references, all that stuff and I'll have a great time coming up with things that I think should happen or I should do. I end up with a page of several thousand words and I know the world really well, but when it comes to translating that to paper sometimes I struggle. Especially in long form types of writing— if I can't immediately get to a scene I've been thinking about because I haven't written enough boring foundational stuff yet I'll get frustrated.

My style fluctuated significantly between writing sessions too. Sometimes I'll sit down and rather than writing I'll think, wow, wouldn't this read better in past tense? How about if I changed the location of this scene? and then get demotivated because after all of that it feels like I didn't actually achieve anything— or at the very least my word count didn't go up. It's sort of ironic actually, considering how much I hate editing. I'll get to the end of a story, read through it one or two times, sigh dramatically and decide it's probably fine! Right! I'm not an editor and I hate sharing my writing in anyway attached to my name (When I post writing it's on an account JUST for my writing that's 1 step away from being deleted at all time, SWC being an exception) so I can't ask someone else to edit for me. Which is funny, because I beta for people all the time.

A lot of my struggles when it comes to procrastination are mental stuff, like not being in the right mindset. I don't tend to get that distracted, unless a new episode I really want to watch came out but even then i'm happy to write while I listen. Speaking of which stimulation is a massive thing for me 100%. I get overstimulated and can't write most of the time when I play music in the background, but when I don't play music I get bored very easily and will lose my connection to the story. It's about finding a good balence for me, so often when I write I listen to the same song over and over just so I know what's going to happen, if that makes sense. I also have to listen to songs of a specific genre, and I have to be careful because sometimes the songs I choose are heavily attached to story ideas or works i'm a fan of and they can cause me to get lost in the wrong world rather than the one I want to be focusing on.

Alright three things to try: Rewards, Music and Encouragement.

For music, I'm listening to music through youtube. My youtube suggestions tend to be very repetitive because I don't just the site often, so that works well for me because I won't get distracted by anything new. It went well but unfortunately I did get distracted because youtube decided to play 5 covers of the same song in a row. I like the song but not that much ok :sob: I think i'm going to swap to spotify once I'm done the weekly and start working on my fic.

Encouragement! Me and my brother are both invested in the same fandom right now, and we're both writing quite a bit for it. I've been on a bit of a stand still when it comes to motivation (Aka I have my first chapter written but the idea of writing a second makes my brain hurt) so that's been really helpful already to increase my word count! I want to get 10,000 words at least by the end of the day and let's be really honest, competition is a great motivator too.

And Rewards! Once I'm done this weekly I'm going to go and grab myself a bowl of m&ms, and I'll be honest that thought has already got me FAR. Then Once I've got 3,000 words for my fic I'm planning on going out on a walk, and while that's not a conventional reward per say, I'm really looking forward to it. Walks are always fun, and it's super nice to get out of the house, especially because it's the holidays and it feels totally impossible to escape other people right now. You can't blame me, I'm an introvert at heart.

Usually when it comes to getting a project done I'll write a time plan (schedule) down and run with it. Usually I'll start by finishing whatever i'm doing and setting a solid time to finish that (or stop watching it, usually) and then I plot out when I want breaks, usually for lunch. Haveing a definite 'I will stop doing this at is really good for my motivation because I know it needs to be done before that time. However I thought this time i'd try Eisenhower's methord to try something new. My table looked something like this:

Do now:
Go get food
Call the dentist
Lock in on my fic for an hour, to finish the weekly

Decide:
Do the daily
Write an email

Delegate:
Finding choir music

Delete:
Scrolling
DO NOT TOUCH YOUR PHONE

Funnily enough I often use Pomodoro timers anyway! SO I technically used that technique?? I guess? Usually I set 50 minutes with 10 minute breaks, which works pretty well for me. I never deep focus for the whole 50 minutes but I usually get around 40 minutes of solid work in which is really good to have either way.

I just called the dentist (they told me I didn't actually need an appointment! Win!) but I forgot to get food I'm going to do that now, and then I'll get started on writing that second chapter. I WILL GET IT DONE I SWEAR I hate longform writing and shortform writing why don't people just let me write first chapters forever? Yeah thanks

I've made a grave mistake (returned from getting food only to accidentally get caught on social media for 10 minutes) BUT IM BACK NOW. I swear that's why I do badly with task based list- when stuff is time based it's easier for me because I can feel the time going down when I'm not doing it but with tasks there's always the massive pit of ‘later’ that it can just. Fall into without notice. Sure, i'll do that later. Oh it's 2am.

theleapingleopard

Critique for Gigi

First off, there's a lot of meaning going on in these poems, so sorry if i've misinterpreted anything!!

poem 1:
- I might consider not capitalising the first letter of lines? It's a stylistic choice obviously that doesn't matter too much, but I think for this kind of poetry it works better maybe?
- ‘a naughty kids deed / A Mother watches’
first quick apostrophe on kid's (I noticed there's a couple of words missing apostrophes) then I'm not sure if its a little informal? Also is there a reason mother is capitalised? I'm not sure. Also, there's something about the way this bit is split up that makes it kind of difficult to read through the line, not sure if its back to capitalisation…
- ‘every eye on the womb / Of ensuring her sons home-soiled doom’
I feel as though the rhyme is a bit forced here, not sure it adds much. I think though if you do want to rhyme, maybe choose a specific rhyme scheme as the mix in this poem is a little confusing. I'm not sure here if it makes sense if you read it as a sentence, as in ‘womb of ensuring’ doesn't make much sense to me. Might just be because it is all very figurative language. I think this poem requires a lot of thought to figure it out, you can't just read it as it is - which can be a choice, and is fine, I respect the poetic techniques, but you would have to consider if you'd prefer it to be a little more accessible (for context I do A-level english lit

)
- Gosh there's some very hard-hitting imagery that I love!
That's the main things for this poem.

poem 2:
- ‘Trickling like treacle’ Treacle doesn't trickle it…. gloops? I don't know if this is intentional but the image is a little confusing to me
- Honestly I'm not sure I know what's going on in this poem. A lot. Maybe my brain's just switched off. But I think if there's a specific meaning you want the reader to get, it might need to be a little clearer.
- ‘ teetering time towards the counting
counting, twining branches ’
I would either remove one of the countings or add some punctuation for clarity. Also this poem at points feels like a list of just random stuff. I feel like they potentially need a slightly more tangible connection to add to the emotional impact. I think maybe playing around a bit with varying line lengths might keep it more engaging and easier to read?
- I might make ‘boom’ a different stanza just for impact!

poem 3:
- I'm not religious so I feel like maybe this doesn't hit me as deeply as it does for you, and that's ok. Not a criticism just for context for you.
- I feel like there might need to be a slight judgement or something at the end? It's just a list and I don't really know what I'm meant to be taking away from it. Not sure.

poem 4:
-again, the meaning is a little clouded. Don't get me wrong, the figurative language is AMAZING but it does take work to uncode. I think all your poems would really benefit from a few more direct moments - unless its a stylistic choice.

I don't think the rest are finished so I'll leave it there. Just some suggestions to think about, and again sorry it took so long to get to you <33

Last edited by theleapingleopard (Today 21:28:53)

Natt519

baking daily! For fairy tales, 329 words

pumpkin cookies!
2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
An entire bottle of vanilla extract. It’ll taste good, trust me. Just do it.
1 can of pumpkin puree
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 1/2 cups
Spices
Half an egg. Not just the white or the yolk. Cut your raw egg in half. Do it. Pieces of shell are just seasoning. Make your guests fear you.
1 cup chocolate chips

Frosting
2 cups powdered sugar
A dash of vanilla extract
1 cup milk
Spices again

1. Mix all the dry cookie ingredients (minus the spices) together in a large bowl and whisk together.
2. Add in the pumpkin and egg, then mix.
3. ADD THE FEAR OF YOUR ENEMIES
4. Add the milk and mix.
5. Add the other wet ingredients.
6. Add the spices! Remember how there wasn’t a measurement for those? That’s the point. This recipe is actually a trap for all those bakers who can’t guesstimate measurements. Don’t you dare look up a recommendation. Dump some in or nothing. “Ohh but what spices do we neeeeeddd” well do you think you would put garlic powder in cookies. if you say yes then put some in there im not going to stop you, you can face the consequences of your own actions
7. Roll out your cookie dough into balls and put them straight on a baking sheet. You don’t need parchment paper. Burn the pan. Burn all your pans. It adds flavor.
8. Cook them until they’re cooked at like 375 degrees or something i don’t know
9. While your cookies are baking, make the icing!!!!!!!!!! So exciting I know!!!!!!!
10. You just add it all into a bowl and mix it until it’s frosting consistency. Remember to add an entire bottle of food dye if you want to give it some extra deliciousness. You need the entire bottle. Or two if you really want to impress people.
11. Frost the cookies once they’re cooked and cooled and you’re done!

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