#made these over the span of a few months & am only posting them now
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one like = one boost to hiyori’s ass
#can posts enstars#made these over the span of a few months & am only posting them now#i’m also sick atm so. enstarrie shitpost time ig#natsume sakasaki#tsumugi aoba#koga oogami#kaoru hakaze#hiyori tomoe#rinne amagi#souma kanzaki#kanata shinkai#midori takamine#shinobu sengoku#enstars#ensemble stars#ensemble stars music
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we need to talk about Inprnt.com
Following a really good post with more screenshots and evidence by @dynasoar5 i'm going to talk about my own experiences with @inprnt and why I am about to put my shop on indefinite hiatus from Monday the 14th of August.
First of all I'll say that since starting my print shop last year it has been a significant help to me financially - I was able to not worry about affording car insurance or motor tax (together commonly over a thousand euro) when I bought my first car, for example. I am immeasurably grateful to anyone who chose to buy one and I treasure all the pictures I've been sent of my prints hanging up on people's walls. Right now they are displayed in a real (if small) art exhibition in my home town.
(top right print is not from inprnt though)
They're great prints. Never had any complaints about them. But here's what's going on behind the scenes.
Earlier this year, around March or April, Inprnt sales started increasing in regularity. I'd made as much as $600 a week during previous sales when I made proper promo posts here, but with this increase in regularity, I felt that I couldn't make promo posts every single week. And then one day, I'm not sure when tbh, the sale just never ended. It just didn't stop having that "Ending soon! 15% off your order" banner at the top of the site. Right now it says "Final Hours: $5 Worldwide shipping and save up to 35% off your order!" and not even for a second do I believe in this final hours bullshit. It's been 'final hours' for weeks now. Months, even.
Why is this a problem? Well, how tf am I meant to make a promo post for a sale that is always "ending soon!!" and then never ends. One week it'll say "this weekend only!!" and then when the weekend is over, the sale banner just changes its wording and the sale doesn't end. I can't promo this, it makes me look like a liar and a skeevy salesman by association! It makes the site look like it's 1 week from crashing and burning, and the site owners are just scrabbling to suck as much money from artists as possible before they drown.
And they are sucking money from us. To peel back the curtain, Inprnt money can only be transferred to my paypal account 30 days after the sale is made, just in case the order is cancelled and refunded. This means I used to make one withdrawal every couple of months, when there was enough build-up of money to make it worthwhile. It also forbids withdrawing any sum under $50 btw. I would make a withdrawal request and then, after a 10 business day wait, it would reach my Paypal account.
Not anymore! The past few withdrawals have taken over a month to complete. They are straight up keeping my earnings from me for longer the agreed period. This was my last fulfilled withdrawal:
Note the date.
Almost two months.
And here is the latest withdrawal request that still has not been fulfilled.
It's coming up on 1 month and if the pattern continues, it could literally be November or December by the time I fully clear all sales.
So what's going to happen to my print shop? Because my art is currently being exhibited with a QR code linking to the shop, I can't close the shop this week. Instead I will close it on Monday the 14th of August, next week. That means that on the 14th of September, I can withdraw all of the remaining money without having any left over. My account balance will go to 0 and stay there. Although I'll de-list my prints I will leave my account there, because at the end of the day I don't want to leave Inprnt. It still offers the best artist margins and as I'm now unemployed after graduating, the additional support is such a load off my mind. So this is a chance to wait and see - if they improve their services, I'll happily re-open.
It's a big deal to me because selling prints is sort of my ideal life as an artist. I never had the attention span or self-discipline for commission work and I found that it left me creatively stagnant. I always want to try new things, new concepts and ideas, and being able to think "yeah, people will like this as a print" while I experiment is honestly very reassuring. And I know that in going on hiatus, it'll break a lot of "buy a print" links in my circulating posts. Oh well lmao. If you want to buy a print right now - go ahead, it might be your last opportunity. Another way to support me would be to check out my ko-fi for once-off donations or some nice sketchbooks/comics/book samples you can buy, or subscribing to my Patreon.
As of right now, Inprnt owes me $381 (the unfulfilled request submitted above for $186.60 and my current standing balance of $194.80 which takes 30 days from each transaction to clear).
#it's so god damn insulting u know. even redbubble threw its shitty payouts directly into my paypal asap#inprnt
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The Homecoming - Round 1
Overview - William arrives home after the longest road-trip of the 2023/24 season; you both can hardly wait to reconnect.
Pairing: William Nylander x f!reader. (Note- the reader is a globally famous musician/singer/songwriter)
Word Count: 4k+
Warnings: 18+ only; pregnancy; smut (oral m & f receiving, intercourse; slight masturbation references); fluff; swearing. Be kind, this is my very first time writing/posting...I may not know what the hell I'm doing...just hope it all makes sense.
A/N - this is part of a William Nylander x reader series that I am working on currently. The following story is based on the present, whereas the WIP series spans the timeframe from when William and the reader meet up to the present day. I’m sorry; I know this might be like reading the ending first, but it’s literally my very first fic post…there was something with this storyline that just flowed so easily. I’ve been anxious to just get it out in the universe so I can get it out of my head...I need to be able concentrate on my actual day job again.
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You lay in bed, sound asleep; two dogs flank your body, both resting peacefully.
Pablo’s head raises suddenly, followed by Banksy. Each of the dogs leap off of the plush king bed and bolt out of the bedroom as fast as their legs will take them.
You awaken with the sound of William’s voice as he comes through the door at the front entrance of your home, greeting both dogs with loads of love and affection.
“How are my boys? How are you? Were you good for Mama while I was away? Eh? Ooooooh…I missed you guys. I missed your Mama too” William said, half whispering.
Normally you would get up with the dogs and watch the two wriggle and jump up to greet him at the door, smothering him in dog kisses. You would patiently wait your turn and essentially do the same as Pablo and Banksy; you kiss him gently, wrap yourself around him, whispering to him how much you missed him, and how happy you are that he's home. He in turn, would murmur a few things against the sensitive skin behind your ear, mostly naughty things that he’s been wanting to do to you.
But now, being 6 months pregnant, and between the aches in your back and hips and your ever growing tummy, William knew how much harder it’s been for you to get comfortable, especially in bed. He lovingly told you the night before when you spoke that you were to stay put when he arrives home - and no staying awake waiting for him either, he said.
William walks into the overly spacious bedroom with Pablo and Banksy trotting behind him and drops his bags on the couch by the fireplace. As he unbuttons his white dress shirt, he looks over at you and smiles. It always catches you…William has smiled at you a million times over and still, each and every time, your heart expands with absolute adoration for him. “Hi, my love” you say, longingly.
He walks towards the bed, tilting his head to the side to look at your face in the dim light.
“How are you feeling? I forgot to ask you - did this thing help you sleep at all?” William nods his head toward the large body pillow that he brought home for you before he left on his trip.
You break out into a grin. Lately, your hormones have kicked into high gear, with vivid sex images with William being the only thing on your mind. So while the pillow gave you the comfort and support you needed, the firm plush piece that was nestled between your thighs only exasperated your unruly libido. “Hmmm, well…it helped once I actually fell asleep” you said, gliding your hand over the fabric, “but….it’s this thick piece between my legs…all it made me think of is the thick thing between your legs. I feel like a dog in heat…so that part’s been fucking torture.”
William laughs as he continues to undress. He throws his shirt and the rest of his clothing on the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed, leaving his shorts on. You immediately stare at his package and bite your lip, unintentionally releasing a tiny moan.
“I mean it…I’m not kidding. It’s all I can think about…and William, I’m telling you….the thoughts I have about you are just fucking filthy”.
You pressed your thighs together against said pillow to try to get some relief from the pressure that’s heightening around your core. You really weren’t exaggerating; your hormones are raging and you swear you could fuck him into next week and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Seriously, you have to help me…it’s required as part of your husband/pre-DILF duties”.
“Didn’t you…you know…take care of ‘business’ yourself at all while I was gone?” a wry smirk appeared on his lips. “You could have mentioned what was going on with you when we Facetimed…I could have…y’know - walked you through what I would have done if I was here…” William said coyly.
“Mmmmm…I thought about it - I thought maybe showing you how badly I needed you while you watched me...taking care of business.. that I would get some relief that way” you said, your voice soft with a hint of seduction.
“But I knew the minute I got going, no matter what I used - fingers, toys…whatever - the only thing that would completely satisfy me is a nice hard dick. And not like my Willy’s cock clone that I have to break out when you’re away - I literally only want your dick inside me. God damn, it’s so fucking good…” you smile up at him, gripping the pillow a little harder now. Even just talking about his cock is turning you on.
“So, yeah…”, your eyes trail back down to his shorts, as you nod to his unwrapped gift “there’s that.” You pause; there’s not many things you feel uncomfortable telling William but you’re not quite certain how he’ll react with your next confession. “There’s something else too. Your joy juice - that’s the other thing I’m craving…fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it. On my face, in my mouth….fed to me….”, you blush and giggle a little with your admissions, but you have no filter now as your desire for him was reaching a fever pitch. “This pregnancy has turned me from a respected musician to William Nylander’s personal cum slut”, you said dryly,
William’s mouth drops open a little but a wry smile begins to form on his lips. “Oh really, eh? You’re my personal cum slut?” he laughs. “Well then…what wifey wants, wifey shall get”.
You watch each movement of his muscular body as he crawls up onto the bed, slides under the sheets and duvet, and shifts his body towards you. He lay on his side, his gorgeous face close enough to yours that you can feel his breath.
“Seriously….I missed you so much, William. It felt like you were gone forever. You looked amazing during the games though…as usual”, you said, bringing your hand up to trace his jawline. You think to yourself, ‘God - you are so gone for this man’.
“I missed you too - it was a long fucking trip....all I wanted was you like this, all... day... long,” William smiles and leans in, kissing you gently; his arms circle around you, supporting your body as he pushes the giant pillow out of the way and engulfs you in his embrace. He slides his hand down onto your baby bump, hoping to feel a kick from your unborn son. You scan his face as he does the same to yours; you gently graze his lips, wanting to breathe him in more. It’s not long before there’s a flurry of activity from your tummy, as though the baby wants to show off some tricks for his Dad.
With you in his arms and feeling his baby kick, William’s turquoise eyes are fixed on yours; he smiles widely at the fluttery feeling from the baby’s movements…he finds himself completely mesmerized by you.
He leans in for a deeper kiss. Your hand snakes along his jawline into his thick mane of blonde hair, pulling his mouth to yours. That initial taste of his tongue against yours evokes a long, breathy moan from your mouth. Your hunger for him now borders on animalistic. You’re afraid that your need for him is wound so tightly that once he touches your engorged pussy, he might actually send you into orbit.
Every touch on each other’s body elicits extended drawn out moans that are untamed, as your mouths feast on each other’s taste.
William’s hand slowly slides along the underside of your round stomach, and in no time, his hand dips under the band of your cotton panties. You’ve told him of your desperation already, but when his middle finger reaches the top of your slit, he moans as slides his thick digit into your wet folds. He watches you as you close your eyes and grip his shoulders at the mere grazing of your clit. Your breathing has already become erratic and he has barely even begun working you over.
“Fuck - please…William…..I need you inside of me…please…” you whisper close to his ear.
“I know - soon, min Ӓlskling…here, come up here, I want to see all of you…I’ve missed touching your body”. William gently removes his fingers from underneath your panties.
William kicks back the sheets and props himself up on his one forearm. You sit up on your knees and William helps you slide your panties off. His eyes darken as he glimpses at your exposed pussy; the sheen of wetness that he spread with his finger apparent.
The road trip was long and despite his focus on the ice - which led to a number of stellar performances from him - when he could allow his thoughts to wander, he only thought about you. Although he knows you desperately need a release, he wants to savour every moment of this homecoming too. He planned to take his time with you, he just didn’t expect you to be wound so tightly with your pent up yearning for him.
His hands reached out to caress your pregnant belly again; William is completely infatuated with the way you look. Prior to getting pregnant, your breasts were already one of his favourite features on you but in the past month, they have become even more full and voluptuous. His hands move up from your stomach and they cup each breast. You look down at his shorts which are fully tented now and you can hardly wait to wrap your hand, your mouth, your core, in whatever order, around his thick member.
William raises himself up and begins to kiss your neck, slowly and sensually. His mouth feels so agonizingly good; you whisper how in love you are with him as you run your fingers through his hair. William begins kissing your soft, round breast and with his tongue pointed, he slowly begins to lick your tightened nipple in a circular motion. The intense sensation of his wet tongue and hot breath connecting with your nipple immediately rocks you; your body is so highly sensitive to his touch, everything he does sends a shockwave down to your core. You can’t help but to grab the back of his head with your one hand, fisting his hair in order to keep his mouth latched to your nipple. Seeing your reaction as he continues to lick and suck on one of your tits, he begins to manipulate your other nipple with the fingers of his left hand.
His other hand begins to travel down from your stomach to your pussy, now drenched in your juices. His middle finger toys with your clitoris, and he feels your grip tightening in his hair. He inserts his middle finger deep into your core, and as he gyrates his hand, you cry out to him, grabbing his wrist as your hips begin to writhe around on his hand. He begins to alternate between finger-fucking you and spreading your wetness around your highly sensitive bud.
William withdraws both his mouth from your nipple and his finger from your folds. You whimper at their departure but the sound is muffled by his mouth as he kisses you slowly. You lessen your grip on his hair as your mouths and tongues lightly graze each other. Exhaling deeply and biting your lip yet again, you lean your forehead against his, trying to stabilize your breathing.
With your fingers splayed wide, you run both your hands down his chest. You don’t know how you’ve gotten to be so fortunate to be able to touch this man so intimately.
“Climb on top of me, Y/N…on top of my face” William said in a voice low and gravelly, as he lay on his back. “I wanna make you cum so hard for me”
William knows in once sense that he might be tormenting you a little with not just fucking you into the mattress like he knows you want. It might seem selfish, but he’s been needing you as much as you’ve needed him lately, and he’s looking to draw this out for a little longer to savour every bit of you.
William helps you straddle him. Having your legs opened up, allowing your pussy to connect with William’s muscular torso gives way to the urge to rub and grind your dripping cunt against him. William’s eyes are transfixed on your movements; he’s completely engrossed watching you rock back and forth, while you cradle the underside of your belly for support. You look ethereal, angelic even as your long hair sweeps across his forearms. Your eyes are fluttering shut; waves of desire pulsate through your core. You lean your head back and your long curls fall between his legs and start grazing his member.
William’s hands move around your body, his desire for you on full display.
“Come here…come up here - I need to taste you now, Y/N”.
You lace your fingers with William’s as he helps you move on your knees until your swollen entrance is hovering above his mouth. The initial contact when his pointed tongue licks the entire length of your wetness has you clutching the headboard. ‘You’re in trouble now’ you think to yourself.
William expertly swirls his tongue around your aching nub as he steadies your hip movements with his strong grip to the rhythm he has dictated. He continues to alternate between sucking on your sweet spot and tongue-fucking you, driving you to the edge of insanity with the stimulation. The vibration of each moan from William adds to the intense pleasure that courses through your body. You match his moans with shrieks of delight, quivering whimpers, and his name falling from your lips on a continuous loop.
Suddenly, your head snaps back as your cunt is flushed with heat, and instinctively you clench your inner walls. You can feel your orgasm building like a tidal wave and you slam both hands against the headboard and grip the fabric for dear life.
“Will! Will - Willi-um - I’m…fuck!! Oh my GOD…please! William!” letting out a sharp cry as your voice strains.
William keeps working his magic between your thighs, his hands still in control of your hip movements.
You might end up tearing your upholstered headboard at this rate, your knuckles have turned white from your vice-grip like hold. Your mouth is open but there is no sound, only heavy pants as your hips try to buck wildly against William’s restraint.
Then your orgasm hits, crashing into you like a tidal wave making you cry out for William. You grab a hold of the pillow that William’s head is resting on; your breath is shaking as your body slows its writhing, twitching with your final release.
You lift yourself up so you could scooch down a little further back onto his torso; up until now, your pregnant belly obstructed your view of William’s face while he worked you into delirium.
“Oh my God….William….” you said as you looked down at him. You smooth his tousled hair from his face and using the side of your thumb, you start to gently swipe your lady juice from around his mouth and his dense five o’clock shadow.
His eyes are locked on yours and as he sits up, he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. “See how fucking good you taste?” he said, smirking.
“You are fucking incredible…absolutely amazing, my husband…” you said breathlessly, lips still connected with his.
You remain straddling William and you reach behind to gently touch his fully erect cock. You feign surprise as though you had opened up the best present of your life, letting out a gasp followed by a moan. Your gaze returns to William’s face and in a voice thick with desire, you simply say “Mmmm…my turn…”
You are desperate to quench the insatiable urge to taste his cum. You slide off William’s lap and he lets himself fall back onto the mattress. You start by kissing and running your tongue down his flesh towards his cock. When you reach his treasure trail, you take your time stroking his path with your tongue. You work your way down until his flawless member is directly in front of you; his above average length and supreme girth makes your mouth salivate and pussy throb simultaneously. The head of his dick is coated with pearlized liquid and you waste no time by running your tongue along his tip, dipping your tongue into the hollow spot at the top repeatedly which encourages more precum to leak from the smooth head.
Grunts and groans, followed by your name fall from William’s mouth as you accept the full length of his firm cock toward the back of your throat. Your senses are going wild; the feel of his dick in your mouth, the faint smell of his body wash and cologne, the salty-sweet taste of his seeping arousal. You try to shift your body to find a more comfortable angle as you continue to suck and deep-throat his member. You love giving him head, but the discomfort from leaning over with a baby growing inside of you is creating a lot of pressure around your abdomen and back.
“William - I’m so sorry…I don’t think I can lean over like this…the baby…”
William sits up, a slight look of concern on his face. “Are you ok?? Do you want to stop?”
“NO!! God - no…I just need to find a better position” you said, rubbing your belly.
William leans over the side of the bed reaching for the large pregnancy pillow he bought you. You watch this dream of a man shift the other pillows that have been strewn around on the bed to make room. He’s kneeling as he guides you towards the pillow, his leg muscles showing every contour and his magnificent cock juts out, still rigid from what you were doing to him with your mouth moments ago.
“Let me hear how much you missed my cock fucking you,” William growled as he kissed your mouth.
You crawl over to the pillow, your round ass up in the air, on display for William. You look back at him, flip your hair to the side and smile sweetly as he stares at you, his mouth slightly agape.
You manipulate the pillow so it supports your entire midriff comfortably. Conveniently, it also allows you to arch your back a little more; it’s a clear invitation to William that you want whatever he’s offering from behind. His dick starts to twitch - William knows exactly what you want from him in this position.
Your pussy is already wet, but William’s cock is substantial and needs extra lubrication before he enters you. His fingers deftly caress your clitoris and as you moan his name, and it’s not long before he knows you’re primed and ready for him. He gives you a kiss on one of your ass cheeks and then gives you a little spank. He lines the tip of his dick up to your swollen folds, running it through the wetness that has pooled at your centre. He begins to push his dick into your entrance slowly; his strong grip on your hips helping him slide in.
You moan loudly as his cock stretches your walls; the initial pain quickly gives way to pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head. William buries his cock deep into your core and when he’s fully inside of you, he holds you in position for a moment. You clench around his cock and you give into the urge to rotate your hips just to feel his dick move inside of you.
You glance at William over your shoulder as your pent up desire gives way to full desperation for him to fuck you hard. William’s gaze meets yours; a crooked smile starts to form on his face.
William begins with slow movements - he is torturing you in the best possible way right now. He knows the build-up will be more satisfying for you in the long run rather than just pounding your pussy mercilessly straight out of the gate.
“William…oh my god” you whisper breathlessly. “Please….you feel so fucking good…please, I need you to fuck me…” you beg.
You try to satiate your need for him to rail you by rotating and bucking your hips as he presses his cock deeper each time he enters you.
You hear a faint chuckle from William followed by a low moan as he increases his speed.
Your face falls and is now buried in the pillow and your words are muffled as he begins his firm and rhythmic thrusts.
“Oh my God William….oh my god…fucking….please….fuck me…” you wail. As he moves in and out of your cunt, he can feel the hard grip of your walls around his shaft
“Fuuuuck me…you are so fucking tight Y/N…” William grits his teeth as he continues to bury his cock inside of you, thrusts becoming more rapid; the erotic sounds of grunts and moans from both of you collide with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
You clutch the sheets as he continues to ride you hard. He grabs the meatier flesh at the top of your ass and continues to pound you, your moans sound more like a siren now…continuous cries reverberate off the walls.
He gathers your hair into his one hand as his other hand moves up and grips your shoulder, allowing him to penetrate you deeper. You feel like you’re descending into insanity, your mind is overwhelmed by pure ecstasy and all you can do is succumb to your body’s state of bliss.
William looks down at you as his fast and powerful thrusts are making your legs start to quiver. He watches as your toned muscles in your arms and back constrict, covered in a light sheen of sweat as he fulfils all of your desires. William growls as he reaches the height of his arousal; his hips move erratically and his fingertips indent your flesh ever further. He looks down and sees your own arousal decorating his cock with opaque streaks as it pools around his base. He grunts at the sight of your slickness and is so close to relief but he wants to make sure you cum first.
“I’m so close, baby - fuck….fuck….you feel so fucking good” William groans.
Your cheeks are blazing hot as your orgasm takes hold of your body. It’s a feeling so intense that your body feels like it’s short-circuiting. “I’m right there - right there….oh my God William!” you shriek, grappling with the mattress from the sheer force of your release. Your thighs try to close together and you buck wildly as your pussy clenches William’s cock so hard that you push him right out of you. William quickly grabs his dick and with a few firm pumps, he unleashes his load onto your ass.
“Holy shit Y/N….” William said after a few seconds, trying to catch his breath.
You lie there, body still trembling as the aftershock of such a forceful orgasm travels through your body. You remain in the same position with William still behind you. You shift your head so your forehead is resting on the pillow as your breathing begins to slow.
“Y/N?” William’s voice is soft and low.
“Mmmm-hmm” is all you can muster. He senses you smiling into the pillow.
“You still have that craving? You know…my - what’d you call it….joy juice?
Drawing out the same sound, you respond “Mmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmm” while giving your ass a little wiggle.
You hear William chuckle slightly as he runs two fingers through the streams of his cum on your skin. You manage to find the strength to push yourself back up onto your hands, flipping your matted curls to the side as seductively as possible. He stares at your mouth as you accept his coated middle and ring fingers, your tongue swirling around his digits, making sure you’ve licked every single drop of his cum from his fingers. You hold onto his hand, placing open-mouthed kisses on his palm and then place it on your still hot cheek. He responds by placing gentle kisses along your shoulder-blade and murmurs how much he loves you.
Gingerly, you both begin to move; he comes along to your side and helps guide your body back in between the arms of the pregnancy pillow. He peppers you with kisses and you lazily run your fingers through his hair, unable to stop smiling. He manages to squeeze in right next to you and as he pulls you into his chest, you exhale deeply. This is your favourite spot in the whole world; wrapped in William’s arms, your face against his broad and beautiful chest.
“You feel better now - you got what you wanted?” William quietly asks, chuckling into your hair.
“I think I’m still cumming, if that’s even possible…so fucking good”, you mumble into his chest.
After a few minutes, William kisses the top of your head and starts to get up out of bed.
“I’ll be back in a second…do you need anything?”
You moan and exaggerate a pout followed by a smile….never wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of his embrace. You smile and shake your head ‘no’ while sliding towards the edge of the bed, holding your belly and trying to look somewhat graceful. William offers both of his hands to help stand you up. You grab William’s white dress shirt from the end of the bed and put it on; his natural smell mixed with his cologne almost makes you weak in the knees.
William pulls you back into him, his hands roaming under his dress shirt as he presses his lips against yours. “You have to let me take a picture of you in this…you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now”.
You smile against his lips. “You can do whatever you want with me when you come back to bed”. Your hands slowly descend to his ass; you gently rub yourself against his member, now cloaked under his shorts.
William groans against your lips and apprehensively breaks from your embrace. He summons for the dogs to come.
“I’m taking the dogs out so we can sleep in a bit tomorrow. Get ready for Round 2” he purrs.
You watch him walk away with the dogs in tow; the view of his muscular stature and his tight round ass as he exits your bedroom has you clenching your thighs, needing him all over again.
#william nylander#hockey fic#nylander#nhl imagine#nylander x reader#toronto maple leafs#nylander smut#hockey fanfiction#nhl blurb#smut
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Why Bluey x Jean-Luc Works
So! Sense I've been in a Blueluc mood as of late, I'd like to make an extensive post on why I love this pairing, and why it works so well!
(Please note this is my personal opinion, and isn't meant to attack or shame other shippers who don't ship this pairing!)
Now! Let's begin!
First off, where did this pairing even begin?
Blueluc started after Jean-luc's first debut in the episode, Camping. His first and only major role in the show-- but this single episode was enough to spark one of the most popular ships in the Bluey fandom!
The first thing we learn about Jean-luc is that he speaks French and cannot understand English, but despite this language barrier, it doesn't deter these two from playing together and instantly hitting it off! They immediately start to connect without even understanding a word of what the other is saying.
It's just the fact that they connect and bond so fast and become such close buddies in such a short time span, if they get along that well in just a few days, who knows how much further their relationship could go and grow if they were able to spend more time with eachother.
A thing to take notice is we see the two build a little make-shift hut, and to me, feels like a metaphor of building a home together. Now it could be reachy but it's definitely something to take note of! They made something special together, something only for them.
But that isn't the only thing I'd like to point out--
Second case in point-- the touches--
These two are already so comfortable holding hands and making physical contact even after, what? A day or two? For most people it can take a few weeks, even months or years to be this comfortable with physical contact like this-- now yes, they are kids and kids usually don't really care but even so, it's still a big leap even for people their age--
Plus, it's just so adorable-- look at them!! Little bbys!! Holding hands!!
Another thing I'd love to point out is the tree and how it's a metaphor of their growing relationship.
While I could be reaching with the building-a-home metaphor, this one is undeniable meant to be a visual representation of their relationship with eachother, as it holds such a large role in the episode, but I'll go more into detail later after it's done growing!
For now, let's take a moment to point out why they get along so well, and how it'd work for any romantic relationship that may form for their future.
As we all know, Bluey is a bit bossy when she plays games with other kids-- that trait likely stems from the fact that she's a Heeler, a herding dog, which could explain why she feels the need to take charge.
And not to throw shade, but her personality type just doesn't mesh well with someone like Mackenzies-- they're both hard headed, stubborn and feel the need to take charge when they can. That headstrong attitude just wouldn't work well for a serious relationship.
But it does work for someone like Jean-luc, who was more than happy to follow along with her games, simply just wanting to play and have fun, not even being told what to do-- just saw that Bluey was collecting sticks and went to help her and play with her.
I'm not saying that he's a "follower" by any means, but I am saying is that he's willing to accommodate with her, a true gentleman I must say! Just a wittle sweetie!
(Plus again, they got so close so quickly and easily--)
And that's not to say Bluey doesn't do the same in return! Again, she can get pretty bossy when she plays, so I think it's worth pointing out how well she handled the minor miscommunications she has with Jean-luc is a pretty big thing for her-- instead of getting upset at Jean-luc or stop playing with them because they can't understand eachother, she instead shrugs it off, and comes up with a way where they can both understand eachother via the drawing on the rock!
She was willing to think of a different way to communicate and get over their misunderstanding so Jean-luc could get it. Most people don't do that, especially for someone they've only known for around a week--
Now, let's talk about THIS scene, now this? This just simply broke my heart on first watch, and even harder on rewatches--
It truly amazes me how they fit so much genuinely good chemistry between two characters in the span of a single episode that most shows can't even do in the span of 2 seasons--
The writers truly out did themselves, there's a good reason so many people cry at this scene and after--
Speaking of after! The time skip!
Now ik many debate if this scene is even canon but there isn't any indicator it isn't a flash forward, so I'd say it very much happened.
Now remember that tree I was talking about earlier? Here's where we pick up where that left off--
It shows that their relationship stayed strong even when they were apart, the tree fully grown and in bloom, symbolizing how their relationship only grew with time, even as they got older.
It's one of my favorite aspects about the episode, and my favorite piece of symbolism for these two.
I could go on and on about them and why their relationship just simply works, but I think just simply watching the episode will do all the talking for me-- that and the fact this is the most popular ship in the fandom lol--
But I think I've made all my points clear! If you'd like to discuss further, go for it!
Thank you for reading!
#bluey#bluey show#bluey heeler#bluey cartoon#jean luc bluey#bluey x jean luc#bluey x jeanluc#jean luc x bluey#jeanluc#jeanblu#blueluc#blueyluc#bluey x jean-luc#discussion post#analyzing#analyzing media#ship analysis#long post#media analysis#bluey camping#campshipping#ramblings#its mostly just me rambling lol#cartoon#bluey tv show#jeanblue
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My Writing Journey
I'm still writing my NaNoWriMo Novel in late March, with April right around the corner. Almost 200,000 words now.
How did I get here?
I chose to be a writer when I was eleven. By the time I was eighteen, I had three incomplete novels, a thick packet of writing notes, and a long list of story ideas I wanted to write before I died. I also had a short attention span that I can blame on my ADHD and ASD, a declining love for reading due to required school reading, and competition with distractions like the internet/social media. I was able to devote a good deal of my spare time on my prize WIP, a unique fantasy titled The Keeper of Maralla. I didn't spend as much time writing as I should have. My writing confidence was low. After I earned my first bachelor's degree in Child Development, several amazing things happened. First, I worked briefly as a custodian (aka janitor or caretaker depending on what part of the world you're in) when I got the idea for my current primary WIP, The Blood Cleaners. At that time, I thought TBC would be an urban fantasy. A few years later, I realized the story worked best as a post-apocalyptic dystopia. I personally feel that you don’t find the stories; the stories find you. Such was the case with TBC. Then, in 2008, I won my first NaNoWriMo when I wrote the first draft of The Star House Club, an MG/YA urban fantasy. It meant the world to me when I finally had a complete novel in my hands, even if the writing was really bad. My next complete novel was finished in 2009, a Christian historical fiction novel called Miriam and Yosef. Then, from 2010 to 2011, I wrote my first really long novel, my sci-fi first contact story called Columbus Day. It was 170,000 words long! The best part was when I wrote my first complete second draft by rewriting Columbus Day. I saw how rewriting really can make things better, even if only a little better. It was also at this time that I earned my second bachelor's degree. I earned my post-baccalaureate degree in English. Then, things kind of shattered. I lost all of my confidence in my writing. I almost gave up completely. I also stopped reading. I've learned that the less you read, the worse your writing is. I went nearly a decade without reading and writing. There were some pluses that happened during that time, such as getting a technical writing job with my current employer. For the most part, I had little ambition and few goals. That was until early 2023, I experienced some epiphanies. I went through some religious/spiritual experiences that allowed me to realize I was meant to be a writer. I needed to get my ideas down on paper before I died or else the world would never know them. I opened up my old writing notes to get to work. I thought about which of my WIP's I would make my primary WIP. It was hard when I felt passionate about a half dozen of them, knowing I would regret failing to finish and publish either. I was hit hard with reality when insomnia hit me. I had been in denial about my need to read. Just as I had to get back to writing, I had to get back to reading. I wanted to say I had read enough and needed to spend time writing. When I discovered reading was the best medicine for insomnia, I realized what I needed to do for both my physical health and writing health. I read about 15 books in 2023. The more I read, the better my writing got. My best read was Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies, a book that reminded me of why I love the dystopia genre. By July, I made the decision to focus on The Blood Cleaners. I spent four months brainstorming and outlining. I began drafting in November for NaNoWriMo. I wrote 50,000 words in 30 days, but the story wasn't over. That brings me to where I am now. My manuscript is almost 200,000 words long. I hope to finish in the next few days. I can’t wait to rewrite and cut this thing. Writing is hard, but it's worth it. My journey isn't over, obviously. I can’t wait to see where this journey goes.
#writing#writers#writeblr#writers on tumblr#author blog#writers blog#writer#aspiring writer#authors of tumblr#aspiring author#writing blog
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🎉26 Birthday
I’m like very overdue on this but things have been real awful lately! Like actually hellish, and flipped on the top of its head in the span of a day. Literally went from feeling like the best thing in my life was going to happen, to exactly the worst thing in my life happening. And I cannot talk about it! So enjoy the vagueness because I am sad, and dying, and very surprised I am still alive and surviving right now. Lot’s of big good things were happening but then the big bad happening just sent everything crumbling down. I’ve only just now worked up the energy to finish up making my birthday post ( and now I can look back on happy Birthday times and cry for my unknowing self as to what was about to go down a few weeks later lol ).
Our plan for my birthday this year was to head into Edinburgh on the Saturday to go to Camera Obscura & spend the night, go to the Littles Lock In on Sunday, and then my friend Leo would be coming over to stay with us on Sunday & Monday night.
Ready and packed on Friday!
Saturday
We were headed into Edinburgh in the late afternoon so there was no rush. I had a bath in the morning and came out to a surprise…
A new backpack ( and a plush Big Bird keychain to go on it ). I couldn’t believe it!! I discovered these bags from Pottery Barn earlier in the month and absolutely fell in love with them, the only problems being that they’re expensive, hard to find in the UK, and the ones that are on the Pottery Barn UK website aren’t to my tastes. I cried when I seen this haha. One of the biggest reasons I wanted a backpack in this style is that the buckle straps in the front are perfect for carrying a teddy around. And after using this backpack for a week now I can safely say I recommend the brand 100%. It is much larger than my “adult” sized backpacks, can hold my water bottle ( too big to fit into others ) and is also waterproof!
Then we got ready and were on our way to start the birthday celebrations.
On our way to Camera Obscura we passed by a giftshop that sold Jellycats. And I picked up a birthday present from my Mom here…
GIANT Nessie in the shop window.
Meet Mini Egg! He is a huge lavendar dragon by Jellycat and I love him so much
We met up with my friend Leo and went inside Camera Obscura. This was my first time going there and it was a lot of fun!
View of Edinburgh Castle from the top of Camera Obscura
Leo and I made a big dragon pile while we were waiting for dinner
Making friends in the hotel room
🌈 Sunday
Today was the Littles Lock In so I have no pictures! But it was a really fun time as always. I can’t wait for the next one : D
My special birthday outfit
🌈 Monday
We had no special plans for today! Leo and I went to have a look around some shops while Eli stayed home because he wasn’t feeling well.
Picked this wooden dinosaur up
Leo got this guy! I wanna get someone from this brand one day too
I need to draw my fursona like this
We had Tim Hortons kids meals for lunch! I always wanted to try these and it was nice, I’ll for sure have it again
When we came home there was a surprise birthday party happening!! I also had some more gifts.
Minions pyjamas from Eli
Weighted Grogu plush from our friend Beth
🌈 Tuesday
My actual birthday for real! Leo headed home early in the morning while Eli and I stayed in Glasgow for a surprise. Which ended up being pottery painting : D
Mine is on the top, Eli’s is on the bottom
We had pizza for lunch
I had an amazing birthday this year ( and it will take me all year to remember to change my age everywhere haha ). Thankyou to everyone who took the time to send good wishes my way! ❤
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miscellaneous tag game
tagged by @searchingfortheuniverse! tysm i love these things <3
A band you don’t like that many others do: uhh i'm really not a hater and i genuinely do not have that strong of opinions about music and bands, so i really can't think of any right now
A childhood memory that you remember vividly: god i have so many vivid childhood memories it's hard to pick just one. my most vivid memories are probably the ones i have of playing with my twin when we were pretty little. they all tend to blend together, but i can still picture so clearly the castles we built out of soft blocks and the little lego people and toy cars we moved around them like dolls and the stories and scenarios we made up and acted out and the dragon costume in his closet he always tried to scare me with
Least favorite animal and why: insects probably, but only the really annoying little flying ones that buzz so relentlessly and never take the hint when you shoo them off. also whatever wretched little bug bit me in my sleep the other night
Hot fandom take: idk if this means like for a specific fandom or just fandom in general, but either way i don't really think i have any? then again i didn't think that that "steve harrington wasn't a bad person/boyfriend he was literally just 17" post i made a little while ago was a hot take either but apparently it was a little more reactive than i expected
Do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece: i'm literally always wearing jewelry; i've got two hands full of rings that i basically never take off like ever, and it's rare to see me without earrings in and necklaces on. my favorite piece at the moment is probably my little silver bat necklace i got at an antique mall about a year ago
A movie others liked but you didn’t: guys i'm really not a hater. also i tend not to watch movies i just don't have the attention span tbh
Three things you love about yourself: my creativity, my perseverance, my sense of self-expression
A place you hope to visit in the future and why: everywhere, there's so much of the world i haven't seen. more realistically though, i hope to visit my twin in washington sometime this year, probably in the summer
An actor that gets on your nerves and why: again i'm. really not a hater. i tend to be utterly indifferent to like 95% of all celebrities, i just can't care about them enough for them to even be able get on my nerves
Things you’re excited for in the nearby future? there are a few alternative music club nights (emo, goth, metal) coming up over this next month and i'm very excited to dress up and go to those with friends!
Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in: okay now i'm a hater. it's harringrove 😬
What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in? all fandoms are toxic if you venture far enough or have the misfortune of landing in the wrong corners of the internet, but i think my worst experiences have been in areas of the percy jackson fandom (in the mid 2010s especially; ik it's probably kicking up again now with a new wave of toxic fans but i am living in blissful ignorance of that discourse) and, in more recent years, the stranger things fandom (i've had to narrow my involvement down to basically only one specific ship fandom within it and even then only seek it out on tumblr; tiktok is rancid)
List three things you find beautiful about life: human connection, the art of words and stories, the joy of flowers in the spring after a particularly desolate winter
Any dreams for the future? just the typical stuff really: graduate university (i have one semester left that's insane), move out (for realsies, not just for school), and find myself a solid job and make myself a solid home and be able to be self-sufficient and successful and happy in this world. ideally i also dream of actually finishing and publishing a novel one day
How are you really feeling today? i have not had even three consecutive hours of sleep a night for the past week and it's making me feel just a little bit insane, and i'm a bit anxious about school and about meeting up with a newish friend tomorrow, but overall i actually feel pretty good. i finally feel like i've got real proper friends here in this city and i've been seeing them a lot lately, so that's been buoying an overarching sense of positivity despite my sleep deprivation and anxiety
tagging @turquoiseorchid and @rainbowteri if you feel like it! and if anyone else wants to do this too, consider yourselves tagged also; live your dreams, overshare on the internet 🫶🏻
#i love tag games <3#oversharing to random questions my beloved#i feel like they're a dying breed lately when they used to be so prevalent so this totally made my day#tag game
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Get To Know The Author
name : Kay
pronouns : she/her
preference of communication : Honestly I have a huge preference for discord. I don't trust tumblr IM to actually alert me. Ive recently learned tumblr has been eating my asks too. If I don't reply to an ask or DM me PLEAS reach out to me. I will NEVE outright ignore something. If I don't think something is going to work for our muses I will reach out to you.
most active muse : Kat is my loudest and most demanding. After that would be Her brother Kass, Feyre, and then our spotty maybe I'm here maybe I'm not - Emmett.
experience / how many years : Ohhh boy. I've been doing the rp thing off and on since 2010. There was a five year chunk in recent years where I disappeared for a bit but the lovely @sharpayevcns pulled me back in a few months ago and I am so appreciative that she did. <3
best experience : Discovering the people here that make me feel safe enough to obsess over threads. You guys have absolutely made my return to tumblr. If I were to delete my blog with nothing but my connection with you guys to show for it - Well I would be absolutely fine with that. You guys are amazing and will absolutely be tagged in this.
rp pet peeves : I keep running into situations where I get heavily invested in plotting something (Drawing, writing head cannons, making playlists, planning cannon events. . .I literrally brushed up on a whole ass language for a plot) Only to have those people completely leave me on read. I am not a pushy partner in the least. I would be more than happy to wait a month for a reply. But I need communication. I need feedback if something doesn't sit right for you. I need reciprocated enthusiasm. You don't have to show It the same way I do but I need some show of enthusiasm otherwise it just feels uncomfortable and I feel annoying and restrained. That's not what I'm here for. I've honestly made the decision to start unfollowing people based on a three strikes basis. No hard feelings. I just don't want to follow anyone who doesn't bring the same energy I do.
fluff, angst, or smut :ALL OF IT! While I'm becoming more and more selective about who I write smut with I LOVE writing smut ESPECIALLY if its born of post Angst fluff. Actually almost exclusively. There is nothing that gets my muses motor going like post Angst Fluff!
plots or memes : Augh! Don't make me pick. I love Plotting but sometimes nothing really gets the juices flowing like memes do. I cant tell you how many times a simple meme interaction help set a pivotal point in a plot. ALSO- Memes are usually what help me forego my shy nature. While my muse outwardly gives NONE of the Ducks. . .I do . I give all of the Ducks so memes help me loosen up. I'm not responsible for the haphazard neuroSpicy creature you meet once the shyness has fallen away. You've been warned.
long or short replies : It depends on my mood and attention span. There is a Adderall shortage right now so I have only been taking my Adderall on work days so Ive had a VERY hard time focusing o replies as of late. When Im on top of my Game I am LONGWINDED AF .Please don't ever feel like you have to match me because there are times where I will write you a novel and we were only supposed to be writing a sentence or two. It just happens and Im sorry.
time to write : Ha! um . . . Well I work Graveyard Thursday- Saturday from 8PM-9:30ish AM (PST) On slow nights I do write here and there but for the most part I can be found here pretty sporadically. If I have something going on during my weekend that I have to be a daytime person for then ill be up during the day time. OTHERWISE- Mostly evening and spooky hours .
are you like your muses : I could draw some parallels with each of them but I dont think I am like any of them.
tagged by: The Alluring @wynterlanding ~<3
@grimmusings @sharpayevcns @godccmplex <3
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where i've been the past few months
just wanna say sorry i haven't been posting as much, for the past few months i've basically been dealing with at least 2 separate health conditions at a time and no matter how much i try i can never seem to get well again. its honestly just been taking a massive toll on my mental health and i haven't been able to do much other than get by on a daily basis.
i'm also just rlly angry rn bc i was always healthy before but my body's just been completely worn out from both studying and uni stress, as well as living in halls so grim people would regularly get food poisoning from the kitchens and not being able to afford to eat out. i just hate the people that made the kitchen grim by not knowing basic food hygiene, then refused to listen when i tried to explain that hey, you can't put raw meat on top of other people's vegetables, even if it is in packaging because, crazy idea, that packaging can in fact break causing raw meat juice to spill all over the veggies.
there's also the element of religion stuff in the sense that, there was this rlly holy day in my religion, but bc of the rest of my family not being particularly religious or almost wanting me to not be religious so they can hate on me, i didn't know it was the holy day until afterwards. and i uh. did something that was. a massive no-no. on the literal holiest day. in my religion. and then that combined with. all the health issues only happening after that. basically my brain is always now blaming me for causing those health issues by being reckless and doing a big nono. rather than double checking online bc i had heard it was the following day and so assumed that night was safe. and again this is completely illogical but because the timing lines up so well it keeps popping back in my head that i wouldn't be so sickly if i had observed that holy day properly.
oh and also finally i've been struggling with the public healthcare system a lot bc everyone ive seen has either refused fully comprehensive testing or just refused to test me at all (i assume to save money). only to waste more money by playing guesswork and prescribing me antibiotics i don't need (the antibiotic in question being FLUCLOXACILLIN for STAPH, which has A HIGH RATE OF ANTIBIOTIC RESISTANCE, caused by using them when not needed). oh and again waste money by me having to constantly come in for follow ups and follow ups because the one stool test they decided to run came back negative so why are you still ill.
and also throughout this whole illness my family has been pretty horrible. whenever i need to do smth bc im ill they always act like im a spoilt brat who's being a massive pain. as though them being mildly inconvenienced by my illness is a grave sin. like one time i got rlly bad food poisoning and had to throw up multiple times over the span of an hour. and then also had diarrhea that was so severe it was like i was shitting literal water. this was on holiday at like 3-4am. and then at like 8 after i had gone back to sleep for the time and woken up my family were all yelling at me telling me to be considerate and not be so loud at 3-4am. knowing. i had just. vomitted and shat my guts out. from food poisoning.
and with all that combined being ill just generally sucks. like the only person who actually is considerate and takes care of me is my bf. who ive tried to stay with as much as possible but its incredibly difficult bc my parents also randomly decide to have severe abandonment issues and act like im leaving a gaping hole in their lives every time im not at home. but then treat me like they strongly dislike me and im a massive inconvenience when i am home.
so yeah basically these past few months have just been me cosplaying as a sickly victorian child asking to be taken out to the garden one last time before the consumption sets in.
#anyways its terrifying how much someone changes up#when you get ill#im glad at least my bf is nice about it#illness#food poisioning#jean's vents#flucloxacillin#antibiotic resistance
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Okay so I’m extremely late to ‘Designations Congruent with Things’ and its related everything, and by late I mean I only found out about its existence this April when I got covid (I am fully vaxxed btw) and it saved me during my quarantine. It has become something so profoundly important these last few months that its consumed every aspect of my life and I think that's for the better. I don't know anything about the fandom other then what was mentioned in LadyKnightTheBrave’s video, but I don't think that stuff is really relevant now since it was so far in the past. I just want to enjoy the work with others.
Really I'm just hoping one fan will see this and help answer some questions that I have, or even better just want to chat about it. I’ve gone as far as writing my own works based off of its established universe/unique character portrayals, I even made a whole documentation folder filled with data so I can stay cannon. I have charts of timelines and a whole
My main questions are:
- Is there any fanfiction based on this work specifically and where can I find it? I just need more and a03 doesn't have any designation tags or collections as far as I can tell.
- Why did the audiobook end with chapter 21? Elementals has Aftermath listed as coming soon on their website, is there any hope that it will come out? Was the site abandoned or is there hope that it may actually come out?
- Cleanwhiteroom’s blog shows chapters of Mathematique posted March of this year (I havent read any of their stargate work yet as I havent watched the show, but I plan to), are they only writing stargate now? Their output is quite amazing so I'm assuming that they write a few chapters over a month or more and then drop them all in the span of a few days so they can focus, at least this is what I hope as it explains the absence for the past few months.
- Does anyone know what Newt’s 6 PhDs are? I know two are honorary, one of which may be neuroscience but this is doubtful considering what Sam Gordon says, one is bioethics and chemistry but the others are just my guesses.
I know this looks obsessive, which it probaly is, but its just that it really sparked something good. So if anyone actually reads this, I would love to hear your thoughts. Even just a chat, Id love to share my pastiche with anyone interested.
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July 2022 Book Recommendations
I've decided to start posting a mini-wrap up of books I've read at the end of every month (or as is the case here the beginning of the next one, depending on my schedule). But instead of telling y'all everything I read and admitting that a few books here and there were meh or didn't work for me or made me mad, I'm going to keep it positive and list the books I would recommend.
With that being said, here's July.
A Caribbean Heiress in Paris by Adriana Herrera. A hot, heartfelt historical romance about a Caribbean rum heiress going to Paris to expand her late father's business and encountering a Scottish whiskey distillery owner who needs a wife. I'd rather a couple novellas by Herrera before, but this was the first full length novel I'd read by her and it was just kind of great. There's some sparring, some Scottish romance shenanigans (oh, those Scots and their shotgun weddings), a ridiculous will that requires that our hero gets married before he can have all he wants, and the promise of his hot brother fucking the shit out of one of our heroine's friends in the future. All classic historical romance traits, with some much-needed diversity and discussion of things like birth control. Also, he fingers her while they're ascending up the Eiffel Tower. What more do you want?
Indigo by Beverly Jenkins. One of Jenkins's foremost classics, this pre-Civil War era novel centers on Hester, who was enslaved as a child and lost her parents to the slave trade. Now devoted to fighting for the freedom of others, she takes in an injured man who turns out to be "Black Daniel", an infamous "slave thief"/freedom fighter, AKA the wealthy freeman Galen. As devoted to the cause as Hester, Galen is simply... a lot sluttier. This is kind of an epic romance novel of the kind you don't see as much anymore of anymore--it spans a good chunk of time, there is a lot of betrayal, a lot of adventure, and a fuckton of passion. Hester is a beautiful heroine. Again, of the "quietly dignified, cooly intelligent" persuasion, while Galen is just... For a short period of time, he just wants to get into her pants, but then the man wants to fucking marry her so bad. It's deeply romantic. If you love a "virgin tames the rake" romance, this is it. It also has one of the best grand gestures I've read in a while. Obviously, the novel deals with some very real and raw aspects of American history--Hester and Galen are literally fighting against slavery and subject to constant racism, especially Hester, who is not only a woman but dark-skinned while Galen is light-skinned and from generational wealth. But if you're up for it, I found this book to more than live up to the hype. It's incredibly well-written and a fantastic love story.
What Happens in Scotland by Jennifer McQuiston. Historical romance meets "oops we got married in Vegas" but it's Scotland. The recently widowed Georgette has gone to Scotland to visit her cousin, determine to never marry again. Only to wake up in bed, sans corset, with a very handsome Scot who calls her his wife. Neither of them remember the night before, and as they begin to piece together the evening's events, they discover that they may have entered into more than they bargained for. Such a fun book! A lovely, uptight hero who has to learn to let her hair down and enjoy being railed by a Scottish guy. A hot hero with daddy issues and a tragic past. Tons of fun side characters, including a slutty maid and the hero's "bad guy" friend who oops is totally the hero of the next book, I AM SHOCKED. It takes place over the course of a day, which is interesting and keeps it light, but I never doubted the romance. It's just a fun fucking book. That is also a fucking book.
Every Rogue Has His Charm by Susanna Craig (out 8/2). A spy accidentally compromises a young lady, forcing them to marry. Though they get along initially, his own damage leads him to leave her within a week of the nuptials, and they don't see or speak for another six years. Once back in each other's orbit, he struggles to reconnect with his now-bitter wife and protect her from his past. The rare espionage historical I enjoyed! Probably because it was less espionage, more marriage in trouble. The great thing about this book is that you immediately know that these two have a sexual connection--it's getting him to open up that is the problem. It's romantic and sexy, without getting away from the heart of his trauma. Plus, there's a pretty great secondary romance that involves a man who is younger than his lady love!
Ever Yours, Annabelle by Elisa Braden. Annabelle was always in love with her older brother's best friend, Robert. But when she accidentally causes a severe injury that robs him of his military commission and future, Robert banishes Annabelle from his life. Years later, he's out of seclusion and on the hunt for a wife, and the only woman who can help him? Annabelle. Who is also... of course... the only woman he actually wants to marry. This one was HOT. There is a "furtive fingerbanging in a closet" scene that is..... truly magnificent. But it also does my all time favorite trope of "childhood friends/sweethearts get divided by fate and must reunite and deal with the tension" thing so well. It's a prequel to Braden's Rescued from Ruin series, and I'm just dying to get at the rest of those. It's achingly romantic, kind of funny, and incredibly sexy, with a good helping of angst.
The Scoundrel Falls Hard by Sophie Jordan (out 8/23). Gwen is a lady blacksmith, which can be challenging in her small village. She's thrown off guard when Kellan, previously thought to be the son of the area's new duke, runs into her smithy looking for shelter. Turns out that Kellan and his father were never the heirs, conning the townspeople for a year, and the villagers now want to hang him. In an effort to save Kellan's life, Gwen claims to be in love with him--and they agree to marry. But of course, it will be a marriage in name only before Kellan skips town. Right. Right? Riiiii-- This is a quick, frothy, fun fake dating book. There is much "kissing to convince people we like each other". Kellan is a rake, and Gwen is a tall, big girl who's never been touched by a man before--and he's super fucking into allll of that. As per the usual Sophie Jordan antics, the sex scenes are quite hot--including a truly inspired voyeurism scene. This one does have a bit of a rushed ending for my taste, but if you're looking for a quick book that'll make you happy, it won't steer you wrong.
The Billionaire's Wake-Up-Call Girl by Annika Martin. After her boyfriend skips and leaves her at the mercy of loan sharks, Lizzie really needs to get her signing bonus before she leaves New York City and returns to Fargo. When her boss gives her the responsibility of arranging a wake-up-call service for the company's CEO, the chilly billionaire Theo Drummond, Lizzie puts off testing the service, only to be dismayed when it doesn't work the morning of. Worried she'll lose her job, she takes over being Theo's wake up call... and discovers that he enjoys a bit of brattiness in the morning. This was a super fun, hilarious, and yes, hot contemporary romcom. The chemistry between the leads is excellent, and it does indeed deliver. If you read this summary thinking "they better have phone sex"... yes. They do. It is very good. I was a satisfied customer, personally (not as satisfied as Theo, though). There were some interesting word choices at points--cucumber-y dick? But to be fair, if the general idea is a dick the size of a cucumber, sure. I would recommend.
When the Duke was Wicked by Lorraine Heath. Henry, Duke of Lovingdon, did it all right. He fell in love young, married at twenty-one, and had a child, settling into a respectable life of his dreams. But five years later, his wife and daughter died, leaving him to become a notorious rake incapable of ever falling in love again. Enter Grace, a young family friend who (unbeknownst to Lovingdon) has always loved him. Grace has her own past trauma, and she wants Lovingdon to help her find a man who will truly love her this season. EASIER SAID THAN DONE. Such a great book. Sensitive and dealing with some serious topics, yet also hot and kind of hilarious. Take a shot every time Lovingdon says something like "a man who truly loves you will do THIS, Grace" only to do that and then be like "sadly, I can never love Grace". A truly idiotic man who is prone to doing wild shit, like taking her out for a horseback ride in her parents' backyard and fingering her against a tree, just like, as a friend who wants to teach her the ways of men. What a guy! Anyway, I was delighted and charmed and I wish every historical romance TV show had this kind of unhinged energy.
To Catch A Raven by Beverly Jenkins (out 8/23). Grifter Raven Moreaux and tailor Braxton Steele must go undercover to catch the person accused of stealing the Declaration of Independence. Undercover... as husband and wife. She's a con artist, he's an upstanding man with a fat bank account. What could they possibly have in common? As it turns out, "being horny" is the answer. This is a super fun, romp of a book, with some seriously great foreplay. "May I have some cock now, please?"/"Would you like a quick orgasm before breakfast"? Bow down to Beverly Jenkins.
American Royalty by Tracey Livesay. Dani is better known as the successful rapper, Duchess--and she wants to expand beyond music. But her attempts at making a deal for her skincare line have stalled due to some recent bad press. So when she's offered the opportunity to perform at a charity concert hosted by the British royal family, she jumps at it. Prince Jamison, the queen's grandson, invited Dani without knowing much about her--but now that she's staying at his estate, walking temptation, he has no idea how this won't result in a scandal the likes of which the family has never seen before... What a good romance! It's clearly based on Harry and Meghan, by way of Megan Thee Stallion meets Rihanna. And if you love a haughty man who is so horny for a woman he can't breathe--this guy is IT. Jamison has an undeniably thirst for Dani and he can't stand it. But it's very much mutual. This is an extremely hot book, but it never shies away from the realities that come with a white prince falling in love with a Black woman. The British royal family is... really ripped apart in this one. And it's GREAT.
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I guess while I’m waiting for my fiancé to come lay down for the evening (which won’t even be for another hour) I’ll make an actual post about how my day went.
Yesterday I ended up taking acid and honestly was not expecting the results. I had acid before — but whatever weak ass shit my ex got us was absolutely NOT acid. What I took yesterday was definitely, without a doubt, acid. So, my expectations were very low going into it. I thought like last time I would only feel mildly stoned or something. But no, I had a full on ego death that I wasn’t completely mentally prepared for, folks. Thankfully, I did get through it with some semblance of good feelings. I overall feel good about the experience and knew how to take care of myself while tripping, even as the acid slammed my face into concrete over and over during the several waves of terror and ego death I felt. Despite this it was still very beautiful. I spent most of the day laying in bed staring up at my dark bedroom ceiling while listening to Alice In Chains. The way the ceiling would move and morph was especially very entertaining.
I believe I’m overall thankful for the experience because it almost felt like a hard reset in my mind. It felt as if I were the subject of an exorcism. As if the big bad depression got expelled from my body and suddenly ‘I’ returned to fix the damage that’s been done over these past few months.
In the beginning of this year, I had a difficult string of events take place. I went through a surprising yet somehow not heart-wrenching break up. I left him for another man I had met and who made me feel like an appreciated human being. On top of that, it all went down during my birthday weekend. I asked my ex something along the lines of “If we were to ever break up, do you think we could still remain friends?” To which he responded believing I was breaking up with him. Well, I wasn’t under that impression until the next day when he broke it to me that we were actually through. I sobbed, and my heart did feel as if it were ripped out of me, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it felt like a relief. Like freedom. And you know what I did after he gave me his snide remarks about the relationship ending? I dried my eyes and made myself dinner without another doubt.
There were a lot of things wrong in that relationship, which isn’t the point of this post. But I do want to be clear that the man I “left him for” was not an affair I was having. My ex expressed wanting an open relationship, which I felt eager to do so I could finally meet some new people. But then I found someone who treated me the way I’m meant to be treated. I found a man who respects and loves me dearly. So I naturally started feeling confused and anxious. Before our break up, my ex and I even had a conversation about how I felt as if I loved this other man, and he said he was fine with me feeling that way because he had already told other girls he loves them. It feels fucked up, I know.
Anything, with that and the combination of discovering weed and gaining a new, happy relationship — I gained a whole lot of weight. My once perfect range of 150-160 (for my body, at least, it’s perfect) all the way to where I’m at now — 220. And good fucking lord can I feel it. I can even move normally while sitting down. That relationship weight and munchies packed on very fast, like, over the span of the last 6-7 months. The acid trip yesterday, again, felt as if it’s healed my mindset and mood.
Today I woke up ready to have another glow up. My ex got to have me at my hottest and he absolutely did not appreciate it — he never even touched me in bed. So not only am I glowing up again for myself but because I think a man who I love with my entire being deserves to have a baby who’s more fit and active. In fact, I’m determined to be even hotter than I was before. I feel brand new.
I watched what I ate all day — even controlling my evening munchies — and worked out for half an hour. While 30 minutes isn’t much, it’s a great start. The work out itself was fairly intense — HIIT and ab movements my body remembers but struggles to correctly perform with all the excess fat in the way. It’s just the first day, though, and I know there’s a lot more work ahead of me. However, I’m determined to get this weight back off. Even if I can get back down to 168 I would be proud of myself. Whether I get there or not (I will), it’s still good to work out to keep myself active again. As winter approaches I know I’ll be hunkering indoors far more often. And with winter comes the desire to stuff my face with warm food. But I know I can do it because I’m able to do hard things.
Absolutely nothing could fuck me up harder than that tab of acid.
#writing#blog#personal writing#blogging#blog post#lifestyle#my day#diary#health#lsd#spirituality#acid#acid trip#psychonaut#exercise#work out#self improvement#glow up#weight loss#relationships#break up
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This post is going to talk about death, cancer, loss of a family member, religion, and cults. If you are triggered by any of this please scroll past this.
This has taken a lot courage to say, but I was in a cult, and I’m not talking about the Church. I will admit that in this post I am going to go over the basics of what happened, please understand that things were much deeper, but right now, I can say, is not the time for it. I was once in a lokean cult. I unfortunately did not see the warning signs and had to go through a lot of healing before I could even think of beginning to post this.
About two years ago my grandmother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer and she had only months to live. At the time I was posting comedy stuff online about being a lokean and working with Loki when an admin for a Discord server found my account and we started talking. He invited me to the server and for once I found myself in a group of people that made me felt heard and understood. Unfortunately he became ostracized and banned along with another admin, sadly I didn’t recognize that this would become a trend with the cult leaders. Eventually I became an admin and trust person in the server and cult. I was in a way the mother figure for a lot of the minors who were in this cult and server. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, these people targeted minors, mainly neurodivergent minors who lived in hostile and abusive environments. The leaders began to limit what we could discuss and materials we used to read and research claiming that it was all too christianized and that it none of it would truly explore Loki and him as a deity. As all of this was happening my grandmother succumbed to her cancer and died. Like many I fled to my practice to grieve and mourn, this is when I was started being taken advantage of. There were mandatory meetings and when I spoke to make suggestions I was told that that wasn’t what Loki wanted. That Loki spoke through these leaders and that he was doing his will through their bodies. At this point I realized it was time to run, and so did a few of the minors in this group. Many of them reached out and unfortunately one was their next target. Their new target was not only the most kind and sweetest kid in the group, but also the most devoted. They began to out him and ostracize him. At that point I was demoted from admin and was also a suspect of going against Loki and his will. I quickly created a safe space for all of the kids and quickly told them to evacuate and that we were not gonna drink this koolaid. This all happened in the span of a year, and in that same year I had taken my godspousing oath to Loki. I was hurt and betrayed so easily and so were these kids. I worked to recover with my faith as I had tried in the past when I lost other family members and begged Loki for a sign. A very specific sign that I knew could be him, and it came the next day. I spent countless hours crying and in pain because of these people and I knew it wasn’t Loki’s will they were doing. I struggled for the last 8 months recovering, and learned a lot about cults, cult behavior and cult practices and have shared it in hopes that no one else gets tangled up in a cult. Especially like this one. Unfortunately anything can be twisted and bastardized into a cult and turned into something as volatile as this was. Please, if you suspect someone you love is in a cult and is in danger please give them a safe space and remember that this can happen to kids too. Don’t judge them and don’t criticize, provide them with love, support and a safe space to heal. Please don’t fall victim, and know that it’s okay to practice alone.
#cult#cult survivor#lokean#loki laufeyjarson#all religions#know the signs#leaving#triggering themes#loss of a loved one#cancer#death#targeting groups#lokean cult#digital cult
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Earlier this month dollsome posted a poll of some favorite TV shows, and there was a space to write in your own favorite, and I had an immediate crisis of conscience upon realizing I do not know anymore.
(this got kinda long)
In high school and for a few years after that the obvious answer was X-Files, but lol no to that; even if the revival hadn’t tainted it, it’s been handily surpassed by way too many better shows at this point.
Up until the early 2010s it was definitely a CBS procedural, probably one of the CSIs or maybe NCIS. Now the only ones that have a chance at that title are Criminal Minds* and maybe Numb3rs; the rest are all uniformly like “you want me to watch cases? about strangers? when I could instead just make the episodes 10 minutes long by reducing them to the important parts, i.e. regular-character personal moments??” (...I actually do still have pretty good memories of the cases on CSI: NY and Cold Case, but I digress)
*which I joined up with in season 8; still haven’t seen huuuuge swaths of the entire first half of the series
I guess I could say The Office, which is a rare blend of strong character/shipper moments and episodes I genuinely enjoy watching again in their entirety, but also, how can a sitcom (even a smart one) be my favorite show*?? (even though sitcoms make up the vast majority of “shows I can watch over and over,” I’ve ruled most of them out because Office is honestly one of the only ones where I have beloved characters, let alone ships. And my favorite show of all time HAS to come with an OTP, it just has to.)
*especially when I hate Michael Gary Scott with every fiber of my being, or at least 96% of them!
So now I’m like - oh god. Is it Glee? Maybe it’s Glee?? Has anything after that so thoroughly eaten my brain and made me happy watching both as whole episodes (season 666 not withstanding) and as short scene clips years after the fact, complete with fanfic consumption? But I am certainly too old for Glee to be my all-time favorite show, aren’t I? And/or too straight? How could my favorite show be one in which the heterosexual rep is less than 90% of the ships, and also not the best one.
Part of me genuinely thinks it could be Revolution, something smartly done but also action-packed that I have now watched 4 times in its entirety, and on which I have a top tier OTP to boot. Seems an odd choice for favorite, given that I don’t actually think I watch a lot of shows in this genre, but maybe? Same goes for Pushing Daisies.
Another part of me is in such a fannish fugue state right now that I’m like “OBVIOUSLY Blood and Treasure. OBVIOUSLY nothing has ever been better than this beautiful couple on this glorious cracky treasure-hunting ride,” but I’m too close to it right now to make a judgment call, given that I once had this same feeling about Zoo. (which was fun, mostly, but also no. definitely not my #1 fave. I haven’t watched so much as a scene clip since like, 2018)
Then there are a lot of single-season shows I loved, but single shows simply cannot be my favorite. No one remembers most of them, for one.
Maybe I would feel better if I made a top 10? Or if I listed my top 10 rewatchable sitcoms, deliberately excluded them, and then tried to list a top 10??
Spiraling!!
tl;dr SUPER JEALOUS RIGHT NOW OF ANYONE WHO KNOWS THEIR FAVORITE SHOW, OR EVEN TOP 3-5 SHOWS, OF ALL TIME.
p.s. I came across this lovely book in the library, What to Watch When: 1000 TV Shows For Every Mood and Moment, which very much impressed me with its organization, comprehensiveness and ability to deliver on the subtitle while spanning decades all the way up to 2020 -- and I gotta tell you that as much as I cherish this one’s content, I am also very tempted to write my own personalized version. I think that might be the only way I feel okay. “what if I told you my thousand favorite shows? *hands you a Tome*”
#honestly the real answer is just...I don't have one because I have watched too much good TV in my life#this is the best first world problem to have by the way#now I am genuinely curious to see if I can count how many TV series I have watched and loved or at least enjoyed in my life#if I haven't cracked a thousand yet then NEW BUCKET LIST ITEM BABY!#my favorite tv show#tagging so i can find it later
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Can't remember if I said this already or not, but I finished the drawing I had made, I'm just nervous about posting it XD Bianca's not really in Ch. 6 outside of the beginning if memory serves me right, so it doesn't exactly fit with the chapter but I might release it with the next update anyway
Incoming ramble, only adding the Keep Reading thing so this long post doesn't clutter my blog as you scroll haha, it's kind of an XXY mini-update but also just a blog update in general
I think my main thing is that initially, I wanted to keep my Tumblr & AO3 separate from my main accounts but my art style would very clearly give me away if you happened to find my main username. But at the same time I also...Don't really care??? Like I'm a very passionate person about the things I make, and while it may be seen as cringe or some stupid shit, without fanfiction, fan art and just fan work in general I would NOT be nearly as good at most of what I do as I am now. Fandom over the years has brought me a LOT of like, unruly mess, but it has also brought me so far along on my creative journey.
In fact, the only reason my username here & on AO3 is different is because I had felt a sense of like shame in it at first ig, especially since I started on AO3 posting XXY at 17 and wanted to be able to abandon the account if I felt the need to. (Don't worry, I no longer feel that need, I wouldn't have made a Tumblr blog for my fics if I did)
But now I'm the furthest into XXY than I ever have been, and Ik the pacing has been relatively slow (we've progressed a grand total of like...3 days within the span of 5 chapters XD) but a lot goes on in the beginning and dynamics are re-established for the characters and the Teen AU thing -- point is, I'm proud of how much work I've put in and with I believe a 22k word count by the time Chapter 7 drops, that's already a lot of work I'm proud of for me.
Also since G3's release last year I've been working on releasing my Monster High AU character designs around this October/November (1 each day for a total of I think 33? Cause Jackson & Holt and Meowlody & Purrsephone were gonna have their designs posted together, I have to double check my list), along with a few one-shots if I ever find time to get around to them, and those designs do NOT take a short amount of time for me to complete so I was gonna be like "idgaf" either way eventually XD
Thing is I like both of my usernames so instead of altering all of my accounts to one or the other, my main will be where I'm more professional and focusing more on developing a portfolio of completed works, whereas here I'll just be a little more unhinged lmao
Might make an alt Instagram to match this account so I can focus my fanfics and art and stuff over to that account XD But idk
Now enough about me and my self-reflections, here's what to expect next month:
Chapter 6 is looking just fine for release on July 7th, I'm feeling pretty good about it (probably because it's Butch's POV haha) and I'm excited for his and Buttercup's dynamic to really be shown off since Chapter 3 didn't have them around each other much. I've got an event to attend tonight and a couple of things to do tomorrow but I should be able to give Chapter 6 the usual final edit on Sunday.
Like I said before, I'll probably share my Bianca & Barbara drawing on the Chapter Update post and I'm hoping I'll have a drawing of our 6 leads by the time Chapter 7 rolls around. I've been very much in an art mood lately so it's been taking up a lot of my time, and I've also felt really rejuvenated by drawing to get back to writing little by little.
Also before you ask, unfortunately I might have an update gap between Chapters 7 & 8, as my writing has been very slow over the last 3 or so months. I do apologize for that, but I hope you understand. The last few months have been a lot on me to say the least, but I love sharing XXY with you all, and I just really enjoy seeing emails from AO3 when I check it pretty much every morning. I'm so happy to have others enjoy my work. That being said, I'll do my best to make the gap as small as possible, and hopefully I'll only have to skip a month or something.
Thanks for reading my rambles, and as always, the link to XXY is in my introduction post.
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My Thoughts on ABA and an Inside Look at My Experience with Applied Behavioral Analysis.
ABA.
Applied Behavioral Analysis.
A common practice that has been seen in the Autism Community in many many years since the 1960s.
And in recent years, a practice up for debate.
ABA Therapy has been discussed by many in the Autism Community as abusive and traumatizing.
Examples include extreme punishment, such as electric shocks, trying to cure Autistic kids normal, such as eliminating swimming, and focusing on behavioral problems than focusing on life skills.
Now necessary changes have been made over the past 60 years, but some still see it as too harsh.
That was not the case for me growing up.
I was never abused by ABA.
I was never traumatized by ABA.
And I was most definitely not trying to be cured. At all.
My parents would not allow any of that in the slightest.
The doctors that diagnosed me said that I was never going to live a successful independent life.
My parents’ response: You just watch and see what happens.
Back when I was first diagnosed, Autism Providers weren’t really around.
It was more of a “at home” experience for those like myself that were getting therapies.
When the world shut down due to Covid, and I quarantined in the Bay Area, my mother had let me look at a binder, full of papers and reports.
An entire encyclopedia sized binder of ABA reports scaling 4 months when I was only 4.
As I looked through, section by section, page by page, I was blown out of my seat.
I had mastered a lot of items already in that span of 4 months, and I was beginning to work on improving or mastering more items in that course of time.
A lot of notes were made, but looking through that binder of ABA notes, it moved me.
So many different therapists were coming through my home to try to help me be the best successful human being I could be.
Some of whom I am still close with to this day.
I wasn’t being cured, I wasn’t being reprimanded. I was being set up for life.
But as much as my experience with ABA was very positive and eye-opening, that is not the case for everyone out there.
Every Autistic person is different, and with that comes different experiences.
And it’s not for everyone.
I’ve recently done a lot of public speaking in recent months, and I have more public speaking gigs on the way.
A lot of people have been asking about the direction that ABA should be in and what rooms of improvement should happen.
Well, here are my thoughts:
- Allow Autistic people to feel their instincts.
Sometimes, learning so many things at once can be too much for an Autistic children. And making someone on the spectrum ignore their instincts can be harmful.
In fact, a study has shown that Autistic people who engaged in ABA therapy are 86% more likely to meet the diagnostic criteria for PTSD or post traumatic stress disorder.
Now that’s never happened to me, but each Autistic person is different.
If they need a break, let them have a break.
If they need to stim, don’t stop them from stimming.
- Focus on each Autistic person’s needs and goals in a positive light.
Some needs and goals are similar while other needs and goals are different.
Make it a positive experience for the Autistic client.
Will they respond happily to the process and get closer to the desired outcome?
Are they learning skills that are going to be valuable to them at some point in their lives?
That depends on how much ABA focus of the needs and goals.
ABA has changed over 6 decades, and quite frankly, it’s gonna continue to change over the next few decades.
But the mission is the most important of all:
Help Autistic people live independent and be successful on their own terms.
The next levels of life approaches fast. Autistic people can grow and be successful, if given support in the right manner. 🧩💚
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