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sendingcutemail · 2 years
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Hello! ~
My name is Katya or call me kat :)
I wanna do a introduction post to my penpal blog!
I mostly made this to post my own mail I make and to get inspiration from others on here.
The mail in the photos are the ones I made hehe, I post them on my Instagram account; @ katyapenpalling .
I have been penaplling for 5-6 years! I'm also a 20 years old who lives in Canada and is a lesbian!
My DNI: is anyone who is just rude to humans and doesn't support basic human rights. So leave if you're a bigot of any kind!
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letters-from-a-lily · 9 months
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Outgoing letter to a friend, using Denver Botanic Gardens leaflet (? Magazine??) to make an envelope.
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I've got stationery I want to use and share, so anyone wanna be penpals?
UK based ideally so I don't have to go buy special stamps.
Fair warning there'll be chat abt my kid bc parenting is a lot of what I'm up to.
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write-me-letters · 22 days
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April.8th.2024
Mailed out two letters today. I did a Studio Ghibli theme for one and a Bee and Puppycat theme for the other! I hope they like it!
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honeyandbee · 2 months
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slowly getting back into letter writing again
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snailymailybaby · 1 year
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4.14.23
Outgoing to @snailmailart & @unforgaytable feat. my obviously very good art of forest creatures 😂
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penpallinggirl · 29 days
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Hey everyone! I'm here searching for some snail mail penpals. I'm willing to write first.
My name is Kandace, I'm 35 years old and I live in the USA. Id prefer female penpals..
Please let me know if you're interested.
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burritowitch · 9 months
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Lonnie's 'in case of my death' note from shadow of the bat #41 which according to @lesbiananitafite reads a hell of a lot like a suicide note because he is Not Normal, written out below because it is so hard to read as is:
It looks like tonight must have been that night. I know I've caused you a lot of pain and grief over the past couple of years, and I'm sorry for that. You thought you were bringing me up to be the All-American boy, playing ball on the weekends, studying hard to be a doctor or lawyer. Instead you got a criminal. My memory is tainted, my good intentions derided. And, probably, I'm dead.
How to begin to explain how I feel? The world is like an alien planet to me, the brittle laughter and hollow fun of a theme park overlaying the nightmares of war and discrimination and brutality. The people society respects-- the great and the good-- are, in most part, the small and the evil to me. It's as if I see with laser eyes, burning away the surface illusions that hide the fact that we're zombies-- puppets controlled by somebody else. Again I'm sorry, because I know you're upset. You're good people-- nearly everybody is good people-- and that's what the elite take advantage of. But society is changing. The information revolution allows every man to see the great and good are no better than him. The old power structures and their fascist ways cannot compete with the anarchy of tomorrow's technology. The time of the common man is coming. No longer will he have to march to battle as fodder for bankers and arms makers. No longer will he live in a fog of deceit stoked up by politicians' lies. The future is freedom... and all I ever wanted was to hasten its birth.
I think it all began with Xuasus. I was eleven when he became my penpal... Every month I wrote to tell him the wonders of America-- Every month he wrote back with tales of hovels and soldiers and the brutal repression that made up his life. After a year, his letters suddenly stopped. Mine were returned "Not Known." Another year passed before I found out why he Xuasus wrote once more, a single sheet scribbled in some seedy back alley. His father had been arrested and not heard from since. His mother took ill. His sister died of malnourishment. At the age of 11, Xuasus was fending for himself on the streets. Remember I asked you to help me find him, Dad? You said it was another country, the rules were different there. We could do nothing. But I couldn't just forget a friend like that. I started to haunt the library. I found out Xuasus' country was a dictatorship, at war with Marxist guerillas, with ordinary people caught in the crossfire. I found out the guns came from Europe, and Russia... and here. A few men made big profits, while half a world away, poor people suffered. I read about war and the history of war, and the psychology of war, and the horrors of war. You never knew it but--
That's when I went through those months of nightmares. Remember? Anyway, I soon realized something-- almost all wars were caused by only one man, or one small group of men. And every time the elites ordered 'Fight!' it was the ordinary men who became canon fodder-- and ordinary families followed him into oblivion.
I learned that the state is more important than the individual. I learned that politics is soaked in blood. But I couldn't accept that it had to be that way. Remember how crazy I was about books, Dad? I used to make you take me to the bookstore every Saturday. Flying saucers, cults, conspiracy theory, religion, the occult... I drank it up, tried in vain to make sense of it all. Then I discovered Scudder Klyce's "Universe" and the jigsaw finally fell into place.
Scudder Klyce worked out the secret of humanity. Vox populi, Vox Del. The voice of the people is the voice of God. The elites are parasites, vampires sucking on the life-blood of man, turning everything good and decent into foul corruption! That's when Anarky was born. I couldn't help Xuasus-- but I could give the people of Gotham a voice, no matter how small, against the forces that oppress them.
--If I am dead, please don't think ill of me. I only wanted to bring a little sanity into an insane world for a little while, I was something no one else had ever been... the voice of the people. One day-- and it won't be long-- the tyrants will die away, scorned and mocked by their former victims. One day you'll see that I'm right; maybe then you'll be proud to say "My son did that."
All my love, Anarky (alias Lonnie Machin)
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sea-moon-star · 9 months
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Tu Me Manques || KTH
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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f.reader
Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend!Tae, Penpal!Tae
WC: 1.8k
Summary: Inspired by Layover's aesthetic, just Tae being a long distance boyfriend with 90's heartthrob vibes.
A/N- As a Tae bias, Paris screams Tae & the Pop/W/Arena photoshoot deserved a fic! 🌊🌙⭐️
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I've never been to France, I've only ever lived in the little seaport of Pohang in Gyeongsang, South Korea. Yet, I'd grown up watching all those movies depicting the beauty of Paris, listening to Lolo Zoui, Carla Bruni, Angèle, Pomme, Louane, Stromae and more. I'd begun to learn French from apps on my tiny phone screen and baked Ratatouille, all in bids to make my Parisian dream come true. But I knew given my financial situation, I'd never be able to make it true. The closest I'd ever come to it was the descriptions sent by my pen pal writing to me from Versailles. When I'd signed up for the pen pal program back in school, I'd never imagined my luck that I'd be patched with someone in my dream country. Kim Taehyung and I had been writing to each other since a decade now, from the early 2000's till now. He was a Korean descent boy who's family had moved to France while he was still a kid. He wanted to stay in touch with his Korean roots and I wanted to vicariously live in France. It worked out just perfectly, especially as we grew up and switched between both languages, our letters getting longer, photos getting added to our notes, hand pressed flowers being sent inside envelopes, souveniers being exchanged across the miles. But nothing prepared us 90's babies for the technological revolution and what that would bring. I wasn't prepared to hear his deep and dusky voice especially in contrast to his boyish charm and soft demeanor on paper. It caught me off guard as did his photo, him sending me a cheeky picture where he's trying to eat a chocolate minitature Eiffel tour. Even though he knows I love chocolate and that was what should've caught my attention, I was far too distracted by him in his leather jacket and jet black tresses.
I told myself it couldn't be true, it just couldn't be possible. I mean we'd never met!! How could I be attracted to someone that I didn't even know irl, who knew what kind of a man he really was? There was only so much letters, photos & calls could reveal. Besides we were continents away with neither planning to cross the sea between us. I just told myself that I was projecting my love for France onto him, it was just me romantizing everything to make it fit like a neatly tied gift. But this want a fairytale, it was reality and Tae and I were simply not happening.
But fate had other plans, I saw all of France through his eyes. Starting with the Palace of Versailles, which was the first place he'd video called me from- he'd made up his mind to travel the country while letting me experience it through his footsteps. He'd keep his camera on, give his commentary and share every moment of his adventures with me. And so one day, when we'd run out of new places to visit, I asked him to take me to a place that reminded him most of me. Something that he thought would resonate with me, somewhere he'd take me first if I was actually able to visit there. And I wasn't ready for what he had in mind. I imagined he'd pick one of the more obvious spots like the Louvre where we'd bonded over Monet's art work all day or the vineyards of Champagne where we'd been on call all through the night. But instead he went to the Place du Trocadéro, as the sun set behind him and the stars sprinkled across the sky. This elevated and open green space nestled behind the Eiffel tower was a less visited but still tourist friendly location. With its dancers and musicians, street food carts and fountains- it's alive and the magic of Paris is visible at its best. "I chose this place because it's so alive, you can feel the excitement and passion in the air. It reminds me of you- with your bubbly energy and buzzing enthusiasm. It's filled with songs by favorite artists, the chocolate crêpes here have your name written all over them and everytime I watch couples on a date here, families taking pictures in the light of the tower, tourists videocalling their loved ones. I just knew, I had to show this place to you, not just on camera but in reality. I promise you, someday I'll find a way to get you here. I've never seen anyone treasure this place the way you do, the locals here think it's a tourist trap and sometimes I do too. But everytime I show you around, the stars in your eyes and the small O's of your mouth remind me of the beauty that surrounds me. You're beautiful... I mean it's beautiful. Isn't it?"
And in that moment as he bit his lip realizing his mistake, that he accidentally called me pretty instead of the scenery. I couldn't help but come to a huge realisation myself. I wasn't looking at the scenery any longer, I was looking at him. Him in his cozy and furry sweater that I wanted to cling onto, him with his shoes half worn knowing that he hated wearing footwear even when he knew he'd be walking all day, him with his large fingers easily gripping the phone even as he was being pushed through the crowd, him with his nervous laughter as his tipsy self slipped secrets he otherwise wouldn't share. What mattered to me wasn't the shine that shone behind him but the sparkle in his eyes. Even though France was and would always be my first love, I had fallen in love once again. And this time, I could tell it was stronger than before because even though I was visiting the most gorgeous place in sight, as he'd rightly described- I was consumed by him. I was in love not with the city of romance but with the man who'd introduced me to it.
"Tu me manques." I told him, knowing that he'd know what I meant. French was known as Aphrodite's chosen language for a reason. It was so much more than just me saying, I miss you like what the words translated to English or Korean meant. It was me telling him that "he was missing from me, that he was a part of my body, something that was integral to my existence, like the only way I'd be whole was if he was here next to me." And that's why this one phrase was more powerful than any amount of I love yous said in any other tongue and I knew he understood that. Because in that moment, I could see his eyes tear up as his boxy smile graced his face and he leaned forward to press his lips against the phone screen. Sending me a kiss, across the world as the winds in the sky and the glowing moon above us, passed on his love to me.
THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️
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letters-from-a-lily · 1 month
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Sending out a spring letter to one of my favorite people back home 💚
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187days · 1 year
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Day One Hundred Sixty
I had a really good lesson in World today about the collapse of the Soviet Union, and a few key points in Ukraine’s history: independence, the signing of the Budapest Memorandum, the Orange Revolution, everything leading up to the Euromaidan protests. The last thing my students did was read an article about the Euromaidan itself. 
It’s all really interesting, and it helped my students fill in the gaps in their historical knowledge about the roots of the current war, but, oof, it was difficult to teach at times. I had to tell so many of them to sit up, pull their headphones out, get off their phones. And more than once! Usually, one redirect is enough, but not today.
It’s definitely a Monday in May. 
And it’s a post-AP exams Monday, so it’s no surprise that half my GOV students were absent. The ones who were there watched an old 1950s clip about life in the town where the high school is located. There’s a boy in the clip who’s writing a letter to a foreign penpal and describing what his life is like. I used that as the introduction to a little project I thought up over the weekend: students can either make a film or write a letter to describe their town’s origins, its major industries, its current political issues, and what it’s like to live there. 
It’s a new project, but I already like it. It gets them researching their own towns, which they’d admitted they didn’t know much about, and learning all kinds of new things (despite it being post-exam time). And I think it’s quite fitting that it’s one of the last assignments they’ll do before graduating and moving on. 
Fun thing: The Principal dropping by during class to congratulate one of my students on being named salutatorian (the official announcement is coming, so we got the spoilers, heh).
Less fun thing: having to discuss ALICE drills with my advisory. That happened today, too. 
But anyways. After school, I went to practice, we congratulated all the athletes who’d made it to the post-season, and then The Head Coach and I put the sprinters through a hard workout of timed 150m repeats. It’s the perfect day for that: cool enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable to run, partly cloudy, not much wind. It went very well!
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write-me-letters · 1 month
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Here's a flip book I made for a new penpal!
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honeyandbee · 2 years
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Red letter for Rii
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snailymailybaby · 2 years
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9.7.22
Off to @snailmailart 💕 this is a long overdue letter!
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nanamisflowerpetals · 2 years
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❀ What I am writing for
✔️= writing for ✖️= no longer writing for
✖️ Amnesia (I will write for it, once I've started playing it!) ✔️ Code: Realize ✖️ Cupid Parasite (I will write for it, once I've started playing it!) ✔️ Ensemble Stars ✔️ Ikemen Series (Prince, Revolution, Sengoku, Vampire) ✔️ Tears of Themis ✔️ Uta no Prince-Sama
(I also take recommendations for other fandoms! :3)
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✿ Rules
For requests: 🌸 Headcanons: max 5 characters 🌸 Scenarios: 1 Characters 🌸 Event: Scenario (max. 1 Character) | Headcanon (max. 3 Characters) | Interactions (max. 1 Character) 🌸 Phone text/Chat rooms: 6 Characters 🌸 Prompt list: 1 Character 🌸 Some series will get more parts and you can make requests for them too! 🌸 When nobody tells me if they wish for a hc or scenario, I will write headcanons! (Events and most prompt list: will be scenarios, except if you want me to write something else.) 🌸 It would be great, if you tell me a few details of what you want me to write, thank you! 🌸 Character missing in masterlists or you want to request for one who is not on it? Just write me and I might put them on! 🌸 The MC (in games) won‘t be the reader! 🌸 Please don‘t send any requests, when it‘s closed. They will get deleted!
✖️ No smut/nsfw ✖️ No angst (can be a bit angsty, but no character death!) ✖️ No Character x Character ✖️ No homophic, incest, things about religion, and other related things ✖️ No romantic relationships with Ortho, Klee, Sayu, Diona. Only platonic!
✔️ Only Reader x Character!! ✔️ I will try to make the reader gn. But sorry, if a she/her comes out in maybe some stories… I am just used to write she/her. Please have mercy! ✔️ I love AUs, so if you have any in mind, tell me about them and not only soulmate au but explain them to me! (Arranged Marriage, Butterfly, Fairy Tale, Penpal, Reincarnation, Yandere, Soulmate)
This blog: 🌸 I don’t want to see any texts in my askbox, how much you might hate a certain fandom/character. It can make other people upset, and I don’t want to see it happen. I will delete these kind of texts in my askbox and won’t answer them! 🌸 If you have an idea/scenario/brainrot or any kind and want to share them with me, then you may do it. But please, do not make them so long! I have a problem with scrolling through my own blog and askbox and also might oversee some shorter posts or asks, which I don’t want to happen (and it happened a few times…) So, please refrain of doing it so long! Thank you :) 🌸 This blog is not spoiler free!
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floral-forests · 4 years
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Created a letter for my canadian penpal! I hope it arrives to her safely 🌿☁️🌾
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