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bluapapilio at 02:21pm on 09/12/2025 under activity: reading, fandom: the witcher, media: audiobook, media: books
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c_ent at 03:10pm on 09/12/2025conuly at 07:47am on 13/12/2025conuly at 10:25am on 12/12/2025antisoppist at 09:31am on 09/12/2025 under advent 2025The pleasant custom of sending Christmas cards prevailed in Tilling, and most of the world met in the stationer's shop on Christmas Eve, selecting suitable salutations from the threepenny, the sixpenny and the shilling trays. Elizabeth came in rather early and had almost completed her purchases when some of her friends arrived, and she hung about looking at the backs of volumes in the lending-library, but keeping an eye on what they purchased. Diva, she observed, selected nothing from the shilling tray any more than she had herself; in fact, she thought that Diva's purchases this year were made entirely from the threepenny tray. Susan, on the other hand, ignored the threepenny tray and hovered between the sixpennies and the shillings and expressed an odiously opulent regret that there were not some 'choicer' cards to be obtained. The Padre and Mrs Bartlett were certainly exclusively threepenny, but that was always the case. However they, like everybody else, studied the other trays, so that when, next morning, they all received seasonable coloured greetings from their friends, a person must have a shocking memory if he did not know what had been the precise cost of all that were sent him. But Georgie and Lucia as was universally noticed, though without comment, had not been in at all, in spite of the fact that they had been seen about in the High Street together and going into other shops. Elizabeth therefore decided that they did not intend to send any Christmas cards and before paying for what she had chosen, she replaced in the threepenny tray a pretty picture of a robin sitting on a sprig of mistletoe which she had meant to send Georgie. There was no need to put back what she had chosen for Lucia, since the case did not arise.
conuly at 04:14am on 11/12/2025
I read BL Mangaka Shusshou Host wo Kau and rated it 6.5/10. 
I read the BL White Liar and rated it 8/10! I reread volume 2 of Junjou Romantica. I read volume 1 of Basara, a tragic but enthralling start, I'm scared but excited to read more. Read Hana ni Kuchizuke, it was a mess in ways but I want to continue with the series and see if there's more growth. I gave this a 7/10. I reread Kashinfuu and rated it 6.5/10. I read ch. 13-22 of Ouji-sama Nante Iranai, a balm to the heart as always! I finished volume 1 of Red Raven and I definitely look forward to reading more! I read volume 13 of Natsume Yuujinchou and it was perfection as always. bluapapilio at 11:06pm on 08/12/2025 under activity: reading, fandom: natsume yuujinchou, genre: shoujo, media: manga
uncomfortablebluapapilio at 10:09pm on 08/12/2025 under activity: reading, fandom: trash of the count's family, media: webnovel
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slacktivist_feed at 02:30pm on 08/12/2025antisoppist at 04:21pm on 08/12/2025 under advent 2025A final deciding factor was that if Wimsey did not spend Christmas at Fenchurch, he would have no decent excuse for not spending it with his brother's family at Denver, and of all things in the world, a Christmas at Denver was most disagreeable to him.
Accordingly, he looked in at Denver for a day or two, irritated his sister-in-law and her guests as much as, and no more than, usual and thence, on Christmas Eve, made his way across country to Fenchurch St Paul.
"They seem," said Wimsey, "to keep a special brand of disgusting weather in these parts." He thurst up his hand against the hood of his car, discharging a deluge of water. "Last time it was snowing and now it's pelting cats and dogs. There's a fate in it Bunter."
"Yes, my lord," said that long-suffering man. He was deeply attached to his master, but sometimes felt his determined dislike of closed cars to be a trifle unreasonable. "A very inclement season, my lord."
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