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January Month Goals
Edit: Time to go back to see how I did!
I’ve decided instead of making new year goals, I’ll make mangable monthly goals and make an updated on how I did at the end of each month. I’ll check off everything that I managed to get done in the update post.
End goal of 2023: Feel mentally, physically, and emotionally better about myself
[ ] Do squats, pushups, and sit ups every day (10 of each) (Considering my whole body has been in pain and I'm now being tested for rheumatoid arthritis, I'll give myself a pass for this one)
[ ] Say one good thing about myself everyday (I managed to do it for the first couple of days, but failed for the rest.)
[x] Do at least 2 commissions (sadly the only thing I managed to get done :| )
[ ] Draw at least 2 art pieces that require a background (i didn't even do one this month hahaaaaa)
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Youth Team
Hardersson x Teen!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: The final of the Under-17 Euros
Your call-up to join Denmark's Under-17 team comes on a random Wednesday.
You're freshly fifteen and have just gotten back from practice, throwing your hair up into a ponytail and shoving your dirty keeper gloves into the washing machine.
"I'm home!"
You don't really expect anyone to answer but Momma appears in front of you in an instant, a phone tucked under her ear.
"It's for you," She says and you take it in confusion - unsure of who would call your Momma instead of just you.
"Hello?"
"Is this y/n?" The voice on the other line asks. It's a little weird hearing someone call you by your name like that. Your mothers never outgrew calling you your childhood nickname and everyone at training just called you by your last name.
"Er...Yes?"
You can hear their smile down the phone and something unknown stirs within you.
"I'm calling on behalf of Denmark's Under Seventeen Squad. We'd be delighted to have you join us at camp this year."
You're speechless for a moment, eyes wide in shock as you look at Momma, who is smiling and nodding at you.
"Y-Yeah! Yeah, I'd love to come!"
"Excellent. Details will be sent to your mothers and we look forward to seeing you at Viborg soon."
That was months ago now and, as you slip into your kit, you can't help but think back on it. You're still fifteen, one of the youngest on the squad but you've still managed to clinch the first keeper position from your sixteen-year-old counterpart.
You're up against Germany (but everybody already knew that you would be, they'd been on a winning streak since before you were born) and you take the time before kick-off to take steadying breaths.
Eriksson-Harder is on the back of your jersey. It was a small consolation prize for Morsa, putting her last name first on your back after you chose Denmark over Sweden for the youth teams. Sweden had called too, only several hours too late and you had to reject their offer in favour of Denmark.
Morsa had been a bit miffed but after you promised to put her name first, she was placated (if only for a moment before she arrogantly reminded Momma that you had all the time in the world to choose Sweden's senior team).
"Alright there?" One of your teammates asks as you ready yourself to walk out.
"Peachy," You say sarcastically," Just..." You shrug. "At least try to keep them from getting close enough to shoot?"
She laughs. "It's Germany. I don't think we get that luxury."
She's right because most of the match is spent viciously defending your clean sheet.
You jump.
You dive.
You punch.
You do everything in your power to keep the German goals from taking this from you.
"Come on!" You yell in triumph as you narrowly grab onto the ball. The speed at which it came at you nearly winds you but you recover quickly, kicking it quickly to one of your defenders to send it further up the pitch. "Come at me!"
It's a vicious game and your whole uniform is dirty and raked with mud from the amount of times that you have dived to the ground to stop the ball.
It all comes to a head though when the ninety minutes are up and neither team has scored.
Penalties.
You despise penalties with all your heart (although you're incredibly skilled at them). They're the bane of your existence (but at this point, you don't know that you'll never let one in throughout your entire career). It's made even worse when Denmark starts it off. The ball tips out of target.
You step up.
Shot.
Deflect.
It goes on for a few excruciating rounds. None of your penalty takers seem to be able to score and you're left to make sure that Germany can't either.
Shot.
Deflect.
Shot.
Deflect.
Shot.
Deflect.
Finally though, on the fifth kick, your captain manages to just squeeze one past Germany's keeper and you're left to make sure it stays that way.
If this next ball goes through, it's more penalties.
If not...Well you knew what happened if it didn't go in.
You bounce on your feet, gloves up and ready as Germany's captain readies herself.
She looks like she's aiming right.
The crowd is silent.
She kicks the ball.
You move left...
And catch the ball in your hands easily.
The stadium erupts.
You scream. Your team mobs you and suddenly everyone is talking over each other and laughing and crying and screaming their joy for everyone to see.
You break from the group, still clutching the ball in your hands as you run to the crowd.
To Momma and Morsa.
Tears are spilling down your cheeks as you hop the railing and crash into their arms.
You're not quite sure who's at your front and who's at your back but you just know that Morsa and Momma are here and they're holding you and you've just won the Under-17 Euros.
You're still crying as you pull away to see Momma's the one in front of you. She's crying too, cupping your face and raining kisses on your forehead.
"You did so well, princesse." Morsa's still holding you from behind. "So well. We're so proud of you."
"Denmark's first goalkeeper," Momma says," Winning on penalties."
You grin, your tears having run dry even as you're still overwhelmed by emotions. "So you think I'll stay first keeper?"
Morsa laughs from behind you and you turn around to face her, seeing the pride shining in her eyes. "Definitely. Although, hopefully, you won't stick with Denmark."
"I don't know," Momma teases," She's just won her first Euros. I'd say that staying with Denmark might be her good luck charm."
"She's going to be good enough not to need luck."
You have to break away from them to collect your medal and have a little hold of the trophy but you head straight back.
You take off your medal as soon as you reach them and place it around Momma's neck.
"There'll be more," You promise her and Morsa," There'll be so many more."
#woso x reader#hardersson x reader#pernille harder x reader#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson x reader#magdalena eriksson#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso#The Big Adventures Universe
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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: market
“I have big news!”
Sirius burst into the four marauders’ shared dorm to find James and Peter engaged in a very intense game of Exploding Snap with Remus as spectator. All three heads jerked up from their game to see Sirius’ blinding smile.
James immediately jumped to his feet. “What is it?” he asked excitedly, “Filch is retiring? You got a new package of dung bombs? Your mother died?”
“I...” Sirius announced.
He raised his head high and paused dramatically. Peter’s eyes widened in anticipation. James hopped up and down. Remus raised an eyebrow.
“am back on the market, baby!”
James, Peter and Remus deflated in unison, instantly turning back to their game of Exploding Snap, grumbling as the cards reshuffled.
“Thought it was something interesting.”
“Melodramatic as always, Black.”
“Ground-breaking news for sure.”
“Hey!” Sirius said, sounding a little hurt his best friends’ quick dismissal, “I was expecting a little more reaction here.”
Remus snorted. “Maybe there would be if this wasn’t your fourth break-up this month –and it’s only the seventeenth,” he added with a hint of venom in his voice.
Sirius looked taken aback. “What? My fourth— No, that can’t be. Have you been counting, Moony?”
To Sirius’ immense surprise, Remus’ face had turned a severe shade of crimson.
“Oh, dear!” James exclaimed, pressing the back of his hand against Remus’ forehead, “You’re not coming down with a fever, are you, Moony?”
But Remus seemed unable to answer. Indeed, as Sirius dropped to his knees beside them, Remus seemed unable to even hold eye-contact with anyone.
“Peter,” James commanded urgently, “Go fetch a wet washcloth from the bathroom. We need to—“
“—get out of here,” Peter interjected, standing up.
James looked confused.
“Me and you, James,” Peter continued, a curious gleam in his eye, “We need to get out of here right now.”
A look of dawning comprehension passed over James’ face.
“Right you are, Wormy my boy!” he chirped. All the worry in his voice was replaced by a sudden joviality.
And just like that, James and Peter had rushed out of the dormitory, leaving Sirius and Remus behind before they could get the chance to ask any questions.
“Uh, hi,” Sirius said, suddenly nervous after realising he was alone with Remus.
“Hi,” Remus replied, his voice sounding unusually high-pitched and not masculine at all.
“So… you’re not actually sick, are you?”
“Nope.”
They both chuckled nervously, and before Sirius could stop himself, he blurted out the question that had been nagging at him for weeks.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Remus blinked. Sirius blinked. Remus blinked again.
“I’m not avoiding you,” Remus said, sounding doubtful.
“Yes, you are!” Sirius insisted, all his shyness vanishing, “This is the first time we’ve been alone in weeks! When it’s all four of us, you act like everything is just peachy. But whenever James and Peter aren’t around, you start making up lame excuses to not hang out with me. Sorry, Pads, I have to finish homework. Sorry, Pads, I have to do Prefect rounds. Sorry, Pads, I have detention with McGonogall; she wasn’t too happy about that pixie stunt I pulled.”
Remus was so scandalised by Sirius’ horribly inaccurate impression of him. He stood up and yelled rather shrilly, “Well, it’s not like I’m the only one who’s been busy lately!”
“What do you mean?” Sirius demanded, standing up too.
“While I’ve been trying my best to distract myself with school and pranks, you’ve made it your goal to shag every breathing body at Hogwarts! Do you know how much I’ve had to put up with? You bringing a new person to the dorm every week, each one better-looking and more charming than the last!”
The redness of Remus’ cheeks was spreading down his neck. His words were coming out fast, louder, rawer.
“Do you have any idea how painful it’s been for me? How excruciating it is to see you snogging someone else? To see you laughing and talking and holding hands with someone who isn’t me? Do you know how much it hurts to know that you will never love me like-like I love you?”
And with that, Remus descended into tears. He covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shook. His throat ached from sobbing.
He was so, so embarrassed.
Then he felt Sirius gently pull his hands away from his face and envelope him in a tender embrace. All the reckless mistakes Sirius had made over the last few months came crashing down on him in huge waves of regret, and a great realisation hit him.
“Oh, Moony,” he whispered, rubbing Remus’ back and sounding on the verge of tears himself. “I love you too, Moony. I always have.”
#wolfstar#wolfstar fic#Wolfstar fanfiction#Wolfstar fandom#the marauders#marauders era#marauders fanfiction#Marauders#Marauders HP#Sirius Black#remus x sirius#Sirius x Remus#remus and sirius#sirius and remus#Remus Lupin#wolfstar microfic
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5.12.23
Glow up project (1/31)
So I watched Bahja Abdi’s videos recently about setting intention to one goal for the month to glow up. I got so inspired so I’ll do it lol. She said to establish an era, so its my do good and feel good era (i think). I will establish routines and set an intention everyday. Goals are based on dear peachie’s video of the glow up blueprint, so I will work on the base layer. Goals are:
Body: exercise 🏋️
Posture: self-explanatory lol
Skin: healthier eating, drink water 💧
If its inspires you, let’s do this together!
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#studyblr#my stuff#chaotic academia#daily life#diary#diary blog#langblr#language learning#aesthetic#self improvement#self care#student life#academia#life#productivity challenge#it girl
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eight letters (l. changmin/이창민) — more dkb — masterlist
synopsis. you and changmin finally say 'i love you'.
"tomorrow makes two months," i say, smiling to myself. reminding myself how long we've been together always makes my heart flutter. i'm not sure if it matters too much to serim, but it definitely matters to me.
"only two? i swear i've been with you my whole life," changmin replies, tilting his head sideways towards me; his eyes smiling back.
i've grown to love his eye smile — his smile always reaches his eyes.
along the way, we talk about our lives in general; work, stress, goals. there's still so much we learn about each other every day.
the trail comes to an end and the feeling of sand between my toes brings back memories.
"want to walk along the beach?"
my eyes meet his dark brown — almost black — eyes, our gaze lingering and fingers intertwining. i smile shyly, averting my attention from his as my face begins to heat up.
"i'd love to."
as we walk towards the water, i can't help but notice the sunset; burnt orange mixing softly with peachy pink. sunsets in person are truly a blessed experience.
i feel changmin stop, his hand leaving mine. i turn to see him facing the water.
"everything about this moment is perfect," he mumbles, though i barely hear him due to the fabric of the mask.
i don't really know what he means by that, but it's entirely true — standing here, with him, staring out into the gloaming sky. the breeze is soft and everything is, well, perfect.
changmin's fingers softly caress mine before grasping my hand once again.
"y/n," i turn to him, seeing him without a mask.
i smile. "hey, cutie."
instead of responding with words, he places his hands on my cheeks, pulling me closer to him; our lips colliding.
our lips linger for a few seconds, the rush for breath causing us to depart, staring into each other's eyes.
"i love you, y/n. so much."
"i love you too, changmin."
#kpop#dkb kpop#dkb e chan#dkb d1#dkb teo#dkb gk#dkb heechan#dkb lune#dkb junseo#dkb yuku#dkb harry june#newestq
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I really enjoyed reading your thoughts about how teen wolf would be different if Scott was a born wolf. I can’t help but notice that, with your proposed thoughts, certain “criticisms” of Scott would no longer be applicable (in particular, I’m thinking about the claim that he was “rejecting the wolf,” though I’m honestly not sure what people really meant by that). How do you think fandom would’ve responded if this was the version of teen wolf that we got?
Well, to be quite honest, I think they would have to have found another way to express their racism, because the claim that Scott was inferior or immoral because he "rejected the wolf" is nonsense. That particular claim was just as mystifying to me as it is to you until I realized that what they meant when they said Scott "rejected his wolf" is that Scott rejected the "natural authority of the Hales, the white werewolf aristocracy."
To give context to this question, I speculated on Scott as a born werewolf here. I've also often talked before about the fundamental absence in parts of the Teen Wolf fandom: they don't see Scott as a victim who overcame what was done to him. They take Peter's and Derek's manipulative platitude "The Bite is a Gift" at face value because attractive white men said it. In fact, they accept it uncritically as a great truth because it absolutely serves to make Scott both unwise and ungrateful. Thus -- "rejecting the wolf."
They think he "rejects the wolf" because he sought a cure a Season 1 and in the webisodes "Search for a Cure." And they hold this against him because the rich white aristocratic Hales told him that how peachy-keen being a werewolf was, after they beat him, mind-controlled him, and threatened his loved ones. After Derek said "either you kill with him or he'll kill you." After Scott literally stalked his best friend and his girl friend with the intent to kill them. After he was told that he would have to give up everything he wanted out of life and dedicate what remained to resolving the war between werewolves and werewolf hunters. After all, only white men are allowed to react to horror and trauma, such as Derek not trusting anyone because Peter and Kate manipulated him into helping kill the people he loves, or Peter being burned alive and deciding to kill everyone responsible (and some people not responsible) for it, or Stiles's lack of self-esteem because his mother suffered from dementia.
They think he "rejects the wolf" because, to their eyes, he wasn't a very good werewolf in the beginning, though by the end of the series -- which is chronologically a span of time of approximately 32 months -- he's gone from an omega to a True Alpha who is called upon by the police to use his claws on a young victim (remember, a ritual that is done "mostly by alphas because it takes quite a bit of practice") and is able to dodge the supernatural bullets of the Ghost Riders and fight the both La Bête and the Anuk-Ite -- a creature so dangerous that it had to be imprisoned in the Wild Hunt by a hellhound who based his life around containing it -- by himself.
They think he "rejects the wolf" because he didn't want Derek to bite teenagers when Derek knew that Gerard Argent had declared war. They just forget that he was indeed willing to Bite people -- Stiles only six episodes after he became alpha to save him from Frontal-temporal dementia, to save Liam from falling to his death, and to save Hayden but only when he felt she could survive it -- Scott just wasn't willing to do it simply to increase his own power and achieve his own goals.
They think he "rejects the wolf" because he didn't want to kill people as a first resort the way that Peter and Derek, the white male aristocrats, loved to do, even though he did destroy La Bête and he was willing to kill both Gerard and Jennifer, if he had to. It's why they ignore the fact that Derek agreed not to kill Deucalion with him, or why they never accuse Satomi Ito of "rejecting the wolf."
That last example is, of course, key. Their arguments for "rejecting the wolf" can only arise from him rejecting the beliefs of the male Hales. Satomi Ito led her pack to hide or flee in the face of danger. Even Talia Hale was also a well-respected alpha, wasn't she? She didn't believe in pre-emptive murder as protection or lethal force as punishment. Did they "reject the wolf," too?
I really think that, for parts of the fandom, it would be irrelevant whether Scott was a born or bitten wolf. As long as he didn't do what white men told him, he would have been hated. As long as he didn't submit to Derek or Peter or Stiles, he would have been seen as a "bad friend" or a "bad alpha" or a "bad werewolf." We can't be sure, but I suspect that if he had been a born werewolf, they would have added another descriptor, most likely traitor or deviant.
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⚠️ Warnings: NSFW, Perachel, pegging, praise kink
@skullsandcorals you ask and I shall deliver, my dear. 💙
Rachel loved her boyfriend's ass. It was such a beautiful, peachy bottom, perfect to bite into.
The first time she noticed that ass was after he scared the hell out of her, during their first meeting, but it wasn't the last time. Percy was always around, his ass tempting, alluring her.
One time, before the war, before getting together, she made the mistake of sitting behind him in maths - usually Percy sat at the back of the room, but that time the teacher made him sit in the front row -, and the only thing he leant during that class was the shape of the globe. Round, firm, perfect globes. Percy was always fidgeting, trying to stay awake and attentive, learning forward, squirming in his seat, never relaxing, never letting Rachel to look away.
(After the class she might or might not had to go to the bathroom to relieve herself. That ass...)
Even when they were fighting for their lives, that round bottom was irritatingly distractive. Thank gods, they won, and she survived, because she would have blamed Percy forever for her death.
Getting together with Percy was even harder. As the virgin Oracle of Apollo, staying chaste when one had Percy Jackson as their boyfriend was torture. At least, she only swore to stay a virgin, and not to keep her hands for herself, because those times when their make out turned quite heavy, her hands immediately found their way to is ass, pinching it, squeezing it, playing with it.
They weren't chaste, but they never broke her oath. As Apollo's favorite Oracle, and demigod respectively, they had more leeway than others would, but there were lines they knew better than to cross. But since the last few months, an idea was forming in Rachel's mind.
She would stay virgin-
But they could go all the way. And by that, she meant, she could go a the way - in Percy's perfect ass.
One day, they were taking advantage of the warm and sunny afternoon in her home, laying outside in the garden. She was ready to enjoy the sun on her skin, with a cold glass of lemonade and an exciting crime novel, but.
Well. Percy's gorgeous bottom wrapped in blue skin-tight swim trunks was always a distracting sight.
Not even after a minute of ogling, she gave up on the book, and setting it aside, she knelt over Percy, her legs straddling his, skin meeting skin, making her shiver.
"Well, hello there," he said, turning his head to smile up at Rachel. "Comfy?"
"Yes. The best seat ever. I'm going to sell you to IKEA as their newest couch, and I'm going to get rich," she sassed, placing her hands on his shoulders, massaging him.
"Aren't you rich enough, Miss I-have-my-own-house?" he asked, voice laced with humor, while her hands moved down his slim, muscled back. She felt him relax at her touches, letting her do with him anything she wished to. His trust in her was always a heady feeling.
"You know you always wanted a Sugar Momma, don't deny it." Her fingers were already teasing the edge of his swimming trunks, and when he didn't complain, she slid the tiny cloth off of his body.
"Mmmm," Percy purred like a content, spoiled cat, and Rachel smiled to herself. She slowly slid her hands down, caressing the firm meat almost reverently. Honestly, instead of the gods, Percy's ass should be praised and adored. There should be a Percy religion, or something...
She leaned down and pressed a kiss on the cleft just above his entrance. Percy was relaxed under her hands, under her lips, malleable and pliant, allowing her to with him anything he wanted. So, she did.
She made him kneel on the sunbed, ass raised into the air, so she could get an easy access to his hole. A surge of excitement ran through her body as she leaned forward, her tongue trailed along the flesh between those firm, pretty cheeks until she reached her end goal. Perch shuddered, his already semi-hardness twitched, and his reaction made her almost lose her mind.
She threw herself in exploring the new, exciting territory, licking and sucking, biting and drooling as she made him come undone under her lips and tongue. She altered her speed and technique, diving in quickly, then licking around slowly and torturously. She enjoyed the way his skin felt against her tongue, the way he smelled and tasted, the way his hole was twitching around her, and she especially enjoyed the mewling, desperate noises he was making.
"Rach," he moaned, and she caressed his ass cheek.
"What do you want, my sweet?" She murmured, barely tearing herself away from his entrance.
Percy's body almost trembled under hers. "You," he gasped. She ran her palm across his back, as she crawled over him, to press her lips to his ear.
"Good boy," she whispered, and the sound Percy made was a broken, wounded moan. She loved how utterly responsive he was.
Rachel stood from the bed, making Percy to look up at her, to see what she was about to do. She reached back, untying her bikini top. It fell down on the ground, and soon her panties followed too. Percy tilted his face up, want shining in his eyes, a desire for her, to make her feel good, to set her on fire with his burning passion.
She petted his hair, his eyes locked with hers as she pulled his face against her cunt. His eyes fluttered closed in delight as he pressed his mouth against her lips, looking reverent and worshipping, like he wanted to gorge himself on her juices.
Percy kissed all along her slit, not slipping his tongue inside, but driving her crazy with each lick. It didn't take long until she reached completion - it never took long. Sassing wasn't the only thing his mouth was excellent at.
"Wait for me," she rasped after she didn't feel like her knees were made of jello, and run inside of the house to find her latest purchase.
Before she could rethink what she was about to do, she slid into the harness, and adjusting the added weight in the front, she walked back to her waiting boyfriend, who laid back down the bed. He was an apparation, bathing in the sun, as if not even Apollo himself could resist him.
She could understand the god. She couldn't resist him either.
Rachel sank to her knees behind him, and dipped her finger into the lube she brought with herself. Percy moaned as she slipped one finger into his hole. He was relaxed, as if she wasn't the only one preparing for this minute - her boyfriend was always way smarter than anybody would give credit to. Soon, one finger became two, then tree, and she never felt more powerful than that time.
No. She never felt more powerful than the moment she found that perfect spot that made Percy leak all over her sunbed, and moan like a whore. Rachel rubbed up against that spot again and again, until he was humping the air.
"Are you ready?" She asked, her voice shaking, anticipation flooding her body. She wanted him so bad.
"Yes. I want you in me," he rasped. She took her fake cock in her hand, lubing in graciously, then began to push into the waiting body, slowly, but surely.
"You good?" She asked, not wanting to hurt him.
Percy nodded. Rachel's hands found their way to his hips, steadying herself, leaving her handprints on his skin. It felt so good! He was so open, so slick, so sweet-
He was everything Rachel ever dreamt of.
"Relax, baby," she rubbed his back as he tensed. Her cock was almost fully in. "You are such a good boy, you take me in so good. I love how tight you are around me," she murmured, and for the first time ever, she wished her dildo was really her cock. She wanted to feel his ass squeezing, sucking her in, making her cum inside him.
"Rach, I need you! Please-," he begged so prettily, she couldn't say no. With a forceful thrust, she was fully in, and only her self-restraint stopped her from just pounding into him like there was no tomorrow.
Even if she couldn't feel him, just seeing him take her so perfectly, it was enough to drive her to the edge. Tiny beads of sweet run along her forehead, her hair was a wild mess, the sun was too hot, almost punishingly hot, but nothing mattered.
Nothing, only Percy.
"I know what you need," she murmured, kissing the back of his neck, and pulled her hips back just to thrust back in. It was a bit awkward first, not having the instincts and body cues she could follow, but after a few tries, she found the perfect rhythm for them.
"Ye-es," Percy moaned. "You are so good for me."
Rachel began moving faster and faster, pulling in and pushing back, fucking him in earnest. With every thrust, her cock rubbed against his prostate, and Rachel knew he was going to come soon.
She took him, showing him, the whole world, the gods above that Percy Jackson was hers, and she knew it wasn't going to be the last time. She could imagine herself fucking his face, forcing his mouth wide open, or making him ride her. The possibilities were endless.
His incoherent moans drove her crazy, and the friction between them, the way she moved, was too good for the both of them to handle. Percy threw his head back, shouting her name as he came, tensing around her, and soon, Rachel followed him. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily at the exertion, weak from her orgasm.
It took a bit of time till she could pull out of him, taking down the harness and pressing herself against Percy's naked skin, but it was worth it.
"Good?" she asked tiredly.
"Perfect," Percy smiled, gently caressing her reddened cheeks.
"Good, because we are going to do this again. And again. And again," she declared, and promptly fell asleep, dreaming of bitable, perfect ass cheeks.
#percy jackson#rachel elizabeth dare#percy x rachel#perachel#lemon#pjo ficlet#pjo#g'night im so tired
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Oops, almost forgot about the babies lol! I think we can say for certain Elliot wouldn't normally care for them, she literally laughed in Silas' face when he wondered if she ever wanted motherhood for herself (and yet earlier she and Bev were being sickos going on about parent 1 & parent 2!!!). The ones she saved where INSIDE Bev, though, so maybe she would view them as something more sacred, but they will also look like Genevieve/her brother. Idk, I think in Elliot's mind when she was fulfilling Bev's dreams along the way, the possible kid would always look like Beverly (thus like Elliot too), and if she were to raise any kid at least it would be alongside her sister.
In ep 5 before the surgery fiasco, things seemed all peachy easy (...the Mantle lie??) despite the disaster that unfolded during their parents visit. How long did you think it was, btw, between the two episodes? I think having Beverly near would make it more bearable for Elliot, but now? It goes back to what you just said, how much of Beverly she's actually absorbed. Realism vs a certain supernatural vibe. I like both possibilities! I bet a ob-gyno career was Bev's idea too back in college, we know Elliot was in it rather for the science and lab fun. I can see her striving to be a good Beverly (for Beverly) and thus treating the kids well on a surface level, but for how long? The show was clear all of this was strictly Beverly's dream/fantasy, and Elliot would be her ride-or-die gal but only for Bev's sake, it was never her goal. In the post credit scene she was placid in Genevieve's arms, but that's it, I can't imagine her for example loving Genevieve. I actually don't think Elliot is queer? The show wasn't clear on that, but when she wasn't ~hunting mates for her sister, she always chose men for herself.
It was either Rachel or Alice Birch that said that were it for Elliot, she would have been content to do this indefinitely, she had no qualms about getting her momentary pleasure outside, be it a random men or drugs or booze, but then just be with Beverly, for she was beyond happy with what they had. No wonder she felt so abandoned her soulmate changed what had been their normal for so long. I thought it was interesting how, despite their personalities and outward characteristics, Elliot wasn't truly the dominant twin in their dynamic. When she curled like a doggie in front of Beverly's closed bedroom door in episode 4 I had to bite my fist hahaha it was adorably pathetic. Glad I can vent about this with you hah I fear I have a smidge of an obsession now, I like open endings normally but I still have many questions regarding these two Very Normal women.
they're sooooo fucked up I love them
and yeah, I think them being Beverly's babies - possibly one of the only Real remnants of her Ellie might feel like she has - would change things
it's been a while since I've watched the series, but if I'm right about what episodes you're talking about...I'd say maybe 3 months between? god, Elliot was wrecked.
the way that they couldn't bear to be without each other, but also that it could never go on forever >>>>>
also sorry it took so long to respond, I forgot about this ask, then lost internet, then lost internet again, then forgot again, etc
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you've probably been asked this before, but what advice would you give to someone who's thinking of getting into writing? love ur stuff btw
[three months later]
hello!! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!!! i super appreciate that!! it fills me with mountainous joy and it's SUCH a high honor!!!! i actually haven’t been asked that before (iirc, that is….. and my memory is a pot of fried and boiled milk steak). that means a lot that you’d ask me for advice 😭😭🥚🙏❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much for that compliment, that really means the world to me.
this is what gets me through, what i’ve learned and what works for me; and i hope it’ll do the same for you.
when it comes to approaching writing (and drawing), i have some rules, and they are as follows:
do whatever the fuck you want.
do it FOR YOU.
do whatever the fuck you want - this time, with feeling!
be kind to yourself.
be messy. write messily. be unpoetic and frivolous, use the same word 6 times in a sentence. who curr. when inspiration hits, grab it by the tit and honk. you can edit later.
and finally: do whatever the FUCK you want, FOR YOU, and BE KIND TO YOURSELF. (and then do it once more, with EXTRA feeling!)
and of course one of the hardest things to do:
don’t give a SINGLE SHIT - not even ONE. FUCK. EVER.
(and do it with a smile!)
NOW LET'S GET INTO IT:
DEADLINES & WORD COUNT & WRITING EVERY DAY, OH MY!
in the beginning of GOOMT, i used to set a deadline for myself; get a chapter out every 7 - 10 days (my best friend and editor’s schedule permitting lmao hiiii Ren <3 she’s gonna murder me one day bless her).
setting a deadline isn’t viable for me anymore. GOOMT will get out when it does; especially right now, while i’m in an important arc that’s setting up some plot points and future.
i also tend to write on average 3000 - 4500 words per chapter, with a page average of about 8 - 12. (current library arc not included. Yikes. sorry everyone!!) it’s not an intentional thing either; it’s whatever the chapter comes out to be. dialogue fluffs up the page count a lot too (and dialogue is my strength lmao, but sometimes, god shut UP, Harry!!!!! i’m so with James on that one lmaooo) (jk i love u baby, u make my world go ‘round in a blender) i feel that setting a goal or bracket for x amount of words or page count per chapter is stifling for me, so i don’t do it.
same, again, with deadlines. this arc is gonna take a hot minute and i’ve written a lot for it already and so i can’t force myself to adhere to anything. if that works for you, peachy; it’s all about trial and error, and, u guessed it - BEING KIND TO YOURSELF.
beating yourself up for not getting something done just does harm in the end and lord have mercy it happens anyway - but that there is a muscle to build.
you won’t always be perfect, so make the most of what you do at the moment, then come back to it later.
a popular piece of advice for writers is to write x amount of words a day, or to write ANYTHING every. single. day..... and that might be great for some, but for me, it doesn’t work so well. i don’t like to force myself to write. or edit. sometimes, i do - when i’m frustrated with a chapter or a part, i’ll pluck at it or reread it when i’m >:(((( the entire time or am impatient, or just straight up am NOT in the mood or headspace. sometimes i can power through and get inspiration!! other times, i just get more upset and frustrated. mixed bag. overall, tho, i try not to press my luck.
figure out what works for you. what works for me in what i write, or when i write..... is vibes.
wish i was joking, but. can't make some shit up, mates.
that said.... trial and error. i don't believe in the write every day advice. i don't believe in setting a writing schedule because my brain doesn't operate like that. might work for you or someone else though and oh my god i wish that were me, LOL. i salute your shorts.
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TAKE A BREAK ONCE IN A WHILE WOULDJA/[SALLY NMBC VOICE] BUT I DON'T WANNA BEEEE PATIENT
no seriously.
take your breaks. try not to feel guilty; cope with feeling guilty and learn how to get over those hurdles; and press on when you can.
your health and wellbeing comes first and foremost. the story will not thrive when you aren't. take your breaks; take six months to get out the next chapter. your readers will still be there when you do, and new readers will be excited to read something that just cropped up on their feeds.
this isn't a race. this isn't your job. this is fun. be patient with yourself. you'll get there when you get there.
be patient, mfer. or else 🔪
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WRITE SIMPLY AKA OH MY GOD DON’T BE LIKE ME AND ABUSE ONLINE THESAURUSES OR KEEP 50+ GOOGLE DOCUMENTS OF WORDS I’D LIKE TO USE OH GOD BRO DON’T DO IT
WRITE SIMPLY.
this might be big talk and side-eyeing coming from me lmao and you know what?: fair.
but i mean it. purple prose can be too much of a good (or bad) thing, and never you mind my 5 google documents of words and definitions i’ve saved for future use that average about 45 pages do NOT do as i do—
however wordhippo is my favorite thesaurus site and use it - but use it well, and use it WISELY. lord knows i’ve got a few chapters where i went HAYWIRE on the thesaurus and synonyms— and god, i’ll come back to it much later when i re-edit everything!!!! but don’t be like me. be intentional; be precise. it’s a hard act to juggle and don’t get down on yourself. it takes time, and it takes a lot of work and practice. it’s a constant struggle.
that’s the beauty of art.
just word barf onto the page. fuckin'. stream-of-conscioussness that shit. you can fix it later.
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WRITING OUT OF ORDER
one of the things i like to do when i write is write out future scenes. i’ll get a bout of inspiration and just go for it, no edits - even if it’s just inane blather. get the idea out!! consider it a skeleton for beefing later. (yummy.)
GOOMT has a folder called SCENES NOTES wherein there are, you guessed it, notes for future scenes - and i’ve written a metric fuckload of these.
they're separated into categories, such as "general" and "romantic". i know i'll want to use in the future somewhere. many of them date as far back as 2019 and 2020 and haven't yet seen the light of day, while others have already been published. some are still waiting for their time.
99% of these scenes are going to need heavy editing and tweaking because they are all written without knowing where the hell they're actually going to go, or if they'll ever get used. the "prom stories" scene in ch48 was one of these random ass scenes notes that i KNEW i wanted included somewhere, but where? how?
i had no idea. i just knew i did NOT want to shoe-horn it in (and there's more about that later in this post). there's another coming after the library arc (ho ho ho!!) that has been sitting waiting for its time probably since 2020 or maybe early 2021. i do hoard a lot of random scenes and writing though i do understand i MIGHT never use it; but if anything..
consider it as character development.
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HEHE WHAT A FUNNY LIL GUY WITH A FUNNY LIL PERSONALITY
character development.................
rubs face. what can i even say about this LOL. pull shit out of your ass.
again: no, really.
believe it or not i used to create a LOT of OCs and while i still have a pet project and OCs lurking in the background, there is one thing i learned to do in regards to creating/developing them, and this one neat trick that i'm still very good at it to this day:
pulling shit out of my ass.
whenever i get a character question (what do you think x feels about y) or response to a hc meme or w/e, there is a very, very high chance (about 80-90%, depending) that i haven't thought about this (or the character in terms of personal ideas) before. most of the time it's actual just stream of consciousness.
tbh. i recommend that as a writing exercise. taking a character question meme and answering it yourself. go into details if you can. it doesn't matter how "cringe" or whatever it is. write. cook that lil mfer in your head. spin 'em around like a salad spinner. just. write.
i can't get enough of detail. i fucking love and THRIVE on the mundane. slice of life is my entire soul. i have found that in writing, the most mundane and "boring" pieces of a character's slice of life becomes so crucial to what they become in my writing. i'm constantly picking up and deciding new tidbits/factoids. those really help set foundation and building blocks for the character (and story)'s future.
however, as with the advice above with writing out of order: it's incredible what happens in character development when just dotting down those notes.
and don't be afraid to let the characters do it themselves, too. the sentiment is super real about you as the writer having zero will sometimes over what a character does lmfao. that's just how it be.
also remember: people are extremely diverse and surprising. i dont' think it's fair to you or your writing or the characters to hold back purely because you fear something you may have discovered about them (or backlash for writing it).
for example: James "no fat chicks" Sunderland, re: ch61.
i've joked about it before; but since it's actually published GOOMT canon that James is an Actual Asshole about fat people (Harry), i was actually pretty damn worried that i could get some flack for it, LOL, despite knowing this piece about him for quite some time. it, while rather :\, is important to James's characterization and development throughout GOOMT.
not even Harry is safe from the ":\ seriously bro?" disappointment moments. and it's going to be nail biting for me to write and publish them because i of course don't want to face flack for it; but i would consider it a disservice to me and my writing and my storytelling if i didn't. people are disappointing; people are surprising. they're flawed and weird and fantastical. they progress and regress.
so let your characters do that, too.
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PLANNING & OUTLINING & ORGANIZING LORE
this is a tough one for me. with GOOMT, its lore is in constant development and it’s massive. here’s what my organization looks like for GOOMT (with redacted folders bc Spoilers - and i’m a VERY superstitious writer lmao):
PLOT folder i have:
and within character ref:
may look like i have my shit together, but looks are deceiving LOL. it is a bit of a mess but hey at least i’ve got the heart, right?
i recommend setting up something like this if you’re gonna be doing something even small and medium sized, and do THIS ONE NEAT TRICK (that i didn’t do in the beginning because i had no idea what i was doing, nor thinking GOOMT would get this far):
SAVE. YOUR DETAILS. AS. YOU. GO. ALONG.
!!!!
really mate. superstition, unfortunately, doesn’t allow me to show you GOOMT’s versions exactly, but here are some examples, with [REDACTED]s in effect LOL
PLOT:
CHARACTER REF:
MONSTERS:
it’s imperative!!! that you keep your shit together as best as possible.. and perhaps even MOREso that you actually LOOK at it more than twice a year ansishdhdjfhfjsbf good god i can forget it’s there so often and then i’m like. well WHO BETRAYED ME. WHO DID THAT. WHO FORGOT TO TELL AND/OR REMIND ME OF THAT. looking at everything else but the mirror i’m standing in front of, lmao
but remember: do only what you need to, and what works for you..... and remember too that all this is because GOOMT is ENORMOUS, and it's always, ALWAYS growing. so my apologies if this is kinda overwhelming, but... gestures.
GOOMT.
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EDITING & EDIT HELL
a lot of what i write never makes it to see the light of day. i cannot stress how much i’ve written and cut. sometimes.. you're going to have to cut that thing you really really like about the chapter/piece. sorry. it's going to be a bummer to cut it but you're gonna have to cut it.
for example: ch60 had more than seven iterations or more in total.
no, seriously. and one of the things that sucks about it is that i cut a lot that i was very proud of, thought was important, but ultimately was not the right place or time: and very frankly, it may never have a place or time in the story. i still have them, though.
while they can definitely be discouraging, but in my mind, what they really are/were, were character development exercises. i’m not interested in shoe-horning them in either, even if they were genius, tho retooling is always a possibility. but in those moments, considering what you’ve written as character development exercises for YOU to understand them, and where you want to take the character and build their dynamic potential and future, is GREATLY beneficial in the long term for you as the writer, and those reading.
i tend to write all i can in one go and then go back and edit and tweak. then when i say i'm in "edit hell", i'm talking about taking an entire week for purely editing. what editing means to me may not mean to you, either; so i'm not really sure how to advise.
i do recommend grabbing a friend who makes the mistake of offering to edit a chapter for you 52 chapters ago and is still editing for you to this day and very likely for the many mountains of months to follow tho :) (hi ren <3)
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PACING & AH SHIT I REGRET PUTTING THAT THERE
shit happens! and sometimes you want shit to happen like. NOW. well..
you sure about that?
i’ve mentioned before how many times i’ve rearranged parts of GOOMT, and even regretted already revealing things. take some good keen time and CONSIDER what you’re writing; WHERE you're writing it; WHY you're writing it; and how the story is supposed to be going.
i think it’s also important to remember that not everything needs to ever be revealed, or revealed at once. you can allude to a lot of things. GOOMT and POTF have a LOT of lore stacked up (and always more being developed) and there’s a whole lot of it that’s not MEANT to see the light of day (tho, of course, that may change, and i’m willing to let that happen as needed).
that said: ALWAYS make sure that revealing any big details or lore is necessary in what you’re writing. it’s very tempting to bring something into the chapter that you’ve been just itching to get out, but is it necessary? does it actually fit? and those questions aren't always easy to answer at the time, or simply can't be answered until 20/20 hindsight.
for example: revealing the Memory of Harry monster in GOOMT.
MoH originally was going to be debuted back in ch21, when they returned to the alley first seen in SH1. i had his whole scene written and ready to go but i cut him out just about before i handed the chapter to Ren for editing. instead, he made his appearance in Balkan in ch27.
looking back on it now, i wish i had waited until they were in Midwich.
i got a little too eager to introduce him. i didn't know where else to slap him down and at the same time too, the first Midwich arc wasn't yet much of a thought (and it began ch31). so at THAT time, i thought it was a good place to put him.
to be fair on myself: it was. it was a good place. but it would have made more sense and been more impactful, i realize in hindsight, to have dropped him into Midwich. still, it was a damn good reveal if i do say so myself, and pretty impactful too!!!
so there are always going to be regrets or even mistakes in pacing and placement. it’s a good learning experience and learning curve to take in and work on.
just.. whatever you do: DON’T. SHOEHORN. IN. if it's not time for it, it's not time. it's absolutely not worth it imo. take the piece that isn't working and set it to the side. you can use it later if the time/need arises.
pacing is super fucking hard to me and i gnaw at my hands about my arcs and how long they can take, and i have worry about things moving too slowly for readers. on the flip, i have a shitload to go through. and i'm going to make mistakes about reveals. and pacing is going to get wonky and GOOMT is going to get boring or drag on in parts and the reality is, is that that's just normal for it to happen.
i'm not sure what advice i have about pacing really. just be sure to sit down and give your story a great big think and re-read every now and then.
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CONSISTENCY & WRITING STYLE & ACCEPTING ITS WEIRD JOURNEY
oh lord, have mercy; oh how the times do change, and ebb and flow through every fucking chapter, LOL
this is just natural. let it happen. of course your style is gonna change over time - especially if you’re writing long form. it could be disappointing; i know i look back at some chapters and go, shit, i LOVED the way i wrote here! how can i get that back?
and then you might also feel like your quality declined. i’m kind of in that phase right now; it sort of feels like my writing took a nosedive. for that, what i’m doing, and therefore i suggest it, is read back over old work you wrote and liked a lot. and even better?
read a book. read an old favorite or a new one. get some inspiration and mojo. take down notes of phrases you liked, or mark pages. just to have on hand. take a breather. remember: you're here to have fun.
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JUST WRITE THE CRINGE, BRO
seriously: who. te fuck. cares. all the wrong people, that’s who! self-indulgence is the name of the game, babey. your world, your oyster. you don’t have to post it. just write it. remember:
if it makes you happy, then write - and draw - whatever the FUCK YOU WANT.
and if anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, just come back to me, or send the haters to my door. 🔪 i gotchu, bro.
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CONSIDER A PET PROJECT
i’ve got a slew of personal work (-adjacent being one) that won’t see the light of day (ok so i’ve talked a little about it/posted one or two things, but that’ll be the extent). i love looking back at it or tinkering with new scenes bc it makes me happy and keep me sane LOL and i refuse to deny myself!!! MY HOUSE MY TRASH WE ROLL IN IT
however!! when GOOMT is being a right wanker about things, i’ve taken to writing pet projects - either working on my personal stuff, OR things i actually intend to publish.
they aren’t always one-offs either; i’ve got two other series i work on and publish (Heya, Neighbor! and Puttin’ On The Fritz) and a few things that won’t see the light of day (.. or some pornographies..) and LIGHTLY edit. BIG STRESS ON LIGHTLY. EDIT. i go through Edit Hell enough with GOOMT; i don’t need or WANT the stress of doing that with these things i’m doing for shiggles. they’re just my palate cleansers for when GOOMT is being an asshole and so is being put in the “time-out corner”.
the side projects are for my need to refresh myself and write freely. they’re a little cringey and maybe OOC for some, but it’s MY cringe and OOC and i LOVE IT because…… oh wait that’s right, it’s FOR ME and MY shits and giggles - but all y’all can read it too if it tickles your navel, LMAO. they get updated very, very slowly, and that’s fine. that might be a bit too much for some people to juggle and/or balance and that’s fine too.
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REMEMBER ALWAYS: you are writing FOR YOU. yes - absolutely you CAN write for the intent to gain popularity (and here’s a good article by @javert on how to approach that), but that’s not my style or intent. i just want to write fun stories and fling them out into the world and maybe someone will get a kick out of it, too. that’s what keeps me going.
not giving a fuck about what you write or create is probably, definitely, at the very top of the highest peak, super hard; but not giving a fuck either about whether or not you receive validation? the HARDEST. (but today is not the day we get into that).
the moral of this story is:
if you write it, they will come.
your passion and your love will bring them in. somebody wants to read what you're writing. i promise it.
i started GOOMT, and i write it, and WILL keep writing it because i LOVE what i’m doing. i’m writing for ME, and i’m posting it so that anyone else who might be interested to share it with me can take the journey alongside. i never, EVER expected it to gain traction or the amount of attention it’s gotten and i’m truly, madly, DEEPLY grateful for everyone who has joined me and my boys through the story i have to tell. i’m straight up blown away that people like, or even love it as much as i do. i’m THRILLED. and for everyone who reads my older stuff (you nasties (loving), i see you digging around in my Batman trash, yeah you like that shit huh??? well i’ll do more….. Sometime In The Future™️), THANK YOU so MUCH. it keeps my ego inflated as well, as humble.
all in all my advice is: write. just fuckin' write.
write cringe.
write the AU you dream about in the messiest way.
just barf out all the words as they come, let them fly through your fingers.
write shit you’ll never post.
write it because it gives you a giggle or warms the cockles of your heart (or the sub-cockle area; maybe even your kidneys; i don’t know).
just write it. someone’s gonna fucking love it to the ends of the earth and thank you for writing it. they may never say anything, and you may never know how your work affected them - gave them confidence to create their own content; to interact with the fandom; to pursue another day, etc - but someone is always reading. someone is interested.
love yourself, love your work; they will see you, they will see how much you love what you do, and they will love you, and your creations, for it, too.
🥚🙏❤️
#ches writes#writing advice#rubs face. ok yeah get this out of my fuckin notes app LOL HERE GO FETCH#thumbs up lads...........#anon if you're still out there.. i'm so sorry......#for everyone else who decides they might tyr to read this...... bless ur hearts
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February Month Goals
Changes: Making them more attainable. Now changing the first goal to be less about exercise and more about managing my chronic pain.
End goal of 2023: Feel mentally, physically, and emotionally better about myself
[✅] Cut down on inflammation foods.
[ ] Say one good thing about myself at least every week (i still need to work on this one oof)
[ ] Do at least 4 Commissions (honestly it was February and valentines day month, so this was ambitious. Gonna lower it next month)
[✅] Finish one of the comics in my wips
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Hi peachy, I see that you are listening to audio books, is that your new year's goal this year? How many have you listened to so far? Are you finding it easier than reading books?
I'm actually doing that as well, in terms of I've got books I have no time to read so thought what better way than this, and because most of them are signed due to having had a subscription I'll sell them as I finish them:) my goal at least is 12 so one a month I'm on book 4 right now.
my goal this year is 100 again!
I'm just also now listening to audio books. @lovelycarose helped me figure out I did not need to go in person to get a library card from my local library to get access to Libby! That's what I've been using.
I'm not sure they're "easier" to read than print books honestly. Esp with my ADHD I've gotten EXTREMELY good at drowning out noise, so I can't listen to audio books at any point. In my brain it's like: laundry, walking, putting away dishes, sewing, animal crossing = audio book tasks. Homework, writing, work = music task. I'm also a much faster reader than most audio book narrators (which makes sense), so it can often take me longer to finish an audio book than a print book in terms of start to finish date. I've also got a lot more of what I call "up" time now than I did last semester--meaning I'm actively working and engaging a lot more than before which means I can't listen to things as much. I also, for some reason, keep choosing long ass audio books. The last two books I listened to were 15 and 18 hours, and the one I'm about to start is 25
I've listening to 7 so far! Some I've liked better than others. It's a whole lot cheaper than buying books, especially for books I want to listen to not because I like the author but because I want the hot gossip/to complain properly (Jinger Duggars book comes to mind)
12 books a month is 144 books !! Dear god!! Good luck. I got by last year by the skin of my teeth so I kept the goal the same. Especially with facing full time student teaching soon I'm like....mmmm....maybe we should plan for success 😂
Good luck!!
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i have decided more likely than not within the few weeks i will be getting A Perfume Treat. help me choose also i will elaborate them in a read under bc im insane and indecisive bc they all have different appeals to me. but want there to be an informed decision in helping me choose My Treat. also the goal of all of these is to obtain some peach scent. sorry iim doing this more bc i dont wanna do homework right now and instead want to envision a beautiful future where i get an awesome peachy perfume. help me. Please. i have never once been able to make an independent decision < lies but whatever.
descriptions of all under this cut.
candy collection: so this one is a collection of a variety of sweet, candy inspired perfumes. the one i would be getting this for is the peach candy ring scent, though there are others in there like chocolate-y scents, stuff inspired by skittles and gummy candies etc. those could be fun to have as bonus bc i do like a food scent. but they arent necessarily my main goal. but i also love having A Range Of Selection. it's also $12 for 6 sample size vials. said to be in the realm of sweet that's like a tween scent but i dont necessarily see that as a bad thing as i am someone who still enjoys plenty of tweeny bath and body works scents.
peach oolong tea: pretty to the point. white peach along with notes of plum, cherry blossom, and of course tea. reviews also say the fragrance lasts a good while without being overpowering. in my brain i wonder if it will give me that handsome little peach scent im looking for.
virtue of desire: "honey amber musk, dark patchouli, apricot-rosewater white chocolate truffles, peach brandy, plumeria, coconut sage, Tiare, raspberry cream, and neroli orange flowers". i have heard pretty good things about this one! some people say those fruity notes seem to stick out a bit more, along with the honey. and again. i enjoy a good like. sweet food smell. the many people saying good things about it makes me quite curious about it.
teaches of peaches: said to be a blend of peaches, vanilla cream, a hint of pears, and also like. skin like musk. in the description it did say sex but see im unsure where to qualify that. but a reviewer said it was like. um. Skin like musk as stated earlier. so. but like good? another reviewer said it was like a good, warm scent overall that seemed to also be good for colder months so that sounds nice as a possible year round contender. also said to have a nice, strong peach scent but the other notes help to bring it all together in there well. im sorry i dont know how to talk about perfume I Just Want Smells.
#static.soundz#hi. help me make a silly choice for my stupid desires to come within the next few weeks.
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Personal Log 7: 7 January 2023; 9:31pm EST
#of edits: 668
videos represented: 153/190
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It's been about three weeks since my last post, and now it's 2023! What's been accomplished?
Every single live action sketch, between 2007 and 2022 is now represented with a full, comprehensive article. My goal was to have that finished by the new year, and it was completed just before midnight on 30 December, so I consider that a win! Working my way through animated videos now, and am approaching the halfway point on that.
The wiki celebrated 12 years on 2 December (I thought it was 11, but apparently I can't do math) to... really only my enjoyment. I can see analytics and know that the wiki is getting views, but there's no real community built. Whether it's the format of wiki or the demographics in Tom's own fandom, I'm unsure. Whether or not there's a community, though, I like to think my work won't be left unappreciated. Someone will see it as useful, hopefully.
The previous (current? Their status hasn't been revoked) bureaucrat stopped by to modify the rules and such, but didn't add anything beyond that. Obviously they can see what I've done, but didn't comment or change anything beyond the rules. We'll see if they come back again in the next 6 months.
Business as usual. Just chugging along.
x peachy
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All the Better to Protect You With, My Dear Ch 3
Werewolf Wheelers AU - Link to full fic on Ao3 - Chapter summary: A look into Nancy and Barb's relationship before everything falls apart.
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The first few days after a transformation were always a toss up. Some months, Nancy just found herself wound into a ball of hyperactive energy that needed an escape, on others she found herself dragging herself out of bed, with exhaustion and pain smothering the bright ball of pressurized energy. This month seemed to be better than usual, and unusually painless. After being locked back in, Mike and her had spent the rest of the transformation expending excess energy through play.
She still found herself bouncing on her feet and squishing her after-the-full-moon stress ball as she waited for Barb at her locker the following morning. Her relationship with Barb had changed over the last few months as she tried to take her mother’s words to heart. Nancy’s priority was always going to be to protect Barb. She never wanted to be the cause of her pain, yet that seemed unavoidable, no matter what she did.
She started to grin as she caught sight of her best friend down the hall, only to find it faltering as she also saw who Barb was walking with. Band Girl. Despite all her efforts advocating for the two’s rekindled friendship, Nancy had gone to great lengths to ignore Band Girl’s existence. She was unwilling to even learn the other girl’s name. She didn’t do this out of malice, rather as a coping mechanism against her intense jealousy. The same jealousy that her mother had warned her was bad for her best friend.
Nancy hadn’t even realized how much she had been pushing potential friends away from Barb until after her conversation with her mother. She was trying to be better, and not so possessive, but it required her to create distance between her and her best friend. Nancy had to stay away in situations that might allow Barb to make other friends. This meant giving her friend some of her free time in the afternoons and during school back.
In the morning before classes started was the only time during the school day that Nancy allowed herself to claim Barb all to herself. Yet, here came Band Girl, taking that away from her. Band Girl, with her stupid fluffy-looking hair, and apparently great sense of humor, if Barb’s laugh was anything to go by. A soft growl escaped past her lips before she could regain control.
The blood drained from her face. See that wasn’t normal. That was the kind of behavior she was working to stop. She glanced away from the two, trying to catch sight of Steve. He had been talking to her a lot recently and she needed something to distract herself from Barb and the other girl. However, she couldn’t see him anywhere.
Instead, Barb caught sight of her, and waved excitedly. Her face lit up in a smile against her will and she waved back. Nancy watched as her friend said goodbye to the other girl, and quickly came over to her. She couldn’t help herself from pulling her friend into a hug and taking a deep breath of her scent. The feeling of her best friend next to her calmed her, and eased that strange ache in her chest that grew when they were apart for too long. Her brows drew together as she contemplated that concept. It was likely wolf related, most unusual things in her life were, but she couldn’t fathom how.
Barb pulled back and greeted her, “Good Morning!” Nancy saw her hand twitch, as if she wanted to do something with it, “Are you alright? You seem a little off for some reason.”
She plastered a smile back on her face. “Just peachy!”
The other girl started fidgeting, “Are you going to be able to sit with me at lunch today?”
Everything within her seemed to be compelling her to say yes, but Nancy committed to stay true to her goals. “Sorry, Mom asked me to give Mike his homework he forgot this morning. I was going to drop it off to him at lunch.”
The girl’s face dropped. Both of them knew it was a lie, but Nancy didn’t know what else to do. As much as it seemed to almost physically hurt her to disappoint Barb, the idea of permanently harming her through her possessive nature hurt even more. Her mother had speculated that it was something from a wolf’s territorial instinct that was enhancing that part of her nature. Nancy would be inclined to agree if that feeling wasn’t so much more with Barb, compared to everyone else she found herself feeling as ‘hers’.
This was not the first time Barb had tried to convince her to go back to how they were before, and it wouldn’t be the last. Nancy did her best to make sure her friend didn’t think it was her fault, or because she didn’t want to be friends anymore, but nothing seemed to fully soothe her worries.
Nancy wished she could just tell Barb about her transformations, but she had kept it from her for so long. Her mom was so adamant that they keep this a secret from everyone, impressing the importance of protecting each other and the dangers of experimentation. Nancy had grown to want to trust the other girl with everything in her life though. Now, she just worried about breaking her friend's trust.
The tension subsided as they chatted about their days, and fell into the comfort of each other’s presence. Their time in the mornings was short, but it did a lot to boost their moods for the day.
Nancy hid outside during lunch to maintain the lie she had told that morning. In doing so she ran into Steve and his friends. Tommy H was smoking while they all chatted. Steve looked excited to see her there. The others just rolled their eyes at him.
“Nancy! What brings you to these neck of the woods today?”
“Um, just needed some air.” She replied quietly.
“Do you want to join us? Tommy here was just trying to convert us into Cujo fans.”
Nancy held back her reactionary no, and considered the benefits of accepting his advances. She didn’t know how to feel about the boy. She wasn’t blind to his interest in her, and he was attractive. He hung out with Carol and Tommy H, two people she considered bullies. He had a reputation as a playboy, which also didn’t help his case. However, he was always very nice to her, and she’d never seen him be the one to shoot people down like the other two were prone to do.
Maybe a boyfriend would be just what she needed. He would be a good distraction from the ache in her chest and the strange tugs she felt whenever she was away from Barb. He’d also provide a good reason to split her time. Maybe she didn’t just need to allow Barb to have other friends, but also try to make some herself.
Decision made, Nancy stepped closer. “Sure, sounds interesting.”
Nancy experienced her first kiss a few days later. Barb acted very excited for her, which should have been a good thing; best friends gushing about a crush. Instead it felt somewhat forced, and it hurt for some reason to see Barb so unaffected by it. Which was dumb, because of course Barb was happy for her. She wasn’t the possessive one harming their friendship.
At least, that had been what she thought, until some of the hurt and jealousy started to slip through the cracks of her friend’s facade. She played the part of a happy best friend, but sometimes Nancy thought she could see the same hurt she felt in her soul reflected back in Barb’s eyes. Her friend started working harder than ever before to pull her back into her orbit.
Nancy wanted to cry.
Why couldn’t she understand that this was all for her? All this pain was so that she could blossom into the beautiful person she was and grow beyond the restrictions that Nancy had imposed upon her. She had been hurting her favorite person by taking all her time and attention.
The goal had been to allow Barb more friends, and she had succeeded. She was happy. It hurt so much, when would this end.
#nancy wheeler#barb holland#robin buckley#(she'll be more important later don't worry)#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things 1#stranger things fic#nancy/barb#werewolf au#werewolf wheelers au#all the better to protect you with my dear#most likely will be eventually#ronance
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Hey I’m Nais. I’m 33 (owe my birthday was 4 days ago) a woman, mom, girlfriend/fiancé and i have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. 🙃😉
I feel like I’ve been saying this for fucking years now and still new challenges same collapsing world and just trying to stay afloat. Now i have to keep a human alive and feed her and that’s just fucking stressful. I have no one, well i have my twin but she seriously has worst problems than me so sometimes i just try not to over burden her with my problems but sometimes i just feel like I’m yelling at the top of my lungs but literally no one can hear me. So instead of feeling like I’m invisible to everyone including(especially) God I’ll just write it out here.
Today as of Wednesday June 29th I am on day 3 of “Year 33”
Year 33 is just about me determined to figure it the fuck out and clearly i won’t like figure out the key to life and boom shit just peachy (that would be fucking awesome) but i just want to get on a path of greatness, happiness, joy, financial growth, spiritual growth, independence, weight gain (so much) but i have to be specific or it’s just another year like before. No! I’m too old experienced too much to keep repeating my fucked up life experiences. I won’t allow it and i am now making all 1 of you who will read this my accountability partner(s) if im lucky. Thank you
I am a personal trainer that lost all my confidence so now i train one person and can’t seem to find my mojo to get back to it! I am i toothpick which no i don’t want that i want to be fucking strong with some body and booty… gaining weight is hard for me especially when i have a man who i allow to stress me the fuck out. Im also breastfeeding my 13 month old still and that alone helped me lose ALL my baby weight in a month! Yes i know not a common problem but it’s mine. BUT today is day 3 of my workout and let’s just say I’m really committed because working out at 10:00pm is hard af but im 2 days strong 💪🏾. So basically what I’m saying is 1 goal is to start training more bodies goal 2 workout daily get back in shape!
I don’t have money I’m a SAHM (Stay at home mom) and that isn’t going to work for me. I absolutely lov being home with my daughter but i absolutely hate depending on someone else especially if i don’t feel comfortable with that somebody. So goal 3 become financially independent I’m talking about growing my credit, paying my bills ON TIME growing my business starting a business all in all making good decisions financially
Okay so i know y’all saw me say fiancé/ girlfriend yeah that’s an entire post in itself ima have to unravel for y’all but that’s needs some major help honestly is a huge aspect of my life and the progress of “year 33” do i or do i not want to be with this man, the father of my precious bookie. Whom im obsessed with. I just love her to pieces but im side tracked reel it in nais. Okay that needs its own post so for now goal 4 having a healthy relationship that stimulates me and doesn’t make me feel blah and gives me life not suck the life out of me.
My relationship with God has had its ups n downs. And right now I’m down but trying to be up it’s hard because my time alone is not spent with him and that usually the end of the day i use to wake up 5:30am and give like 2 hours now my excuse is my baby girl my lack of motivation with my fiancé and life just beats on you and sometimes i just feel like it’s useless if he does hesr me he don’t give a fuck about what I’m saying and it’s hard to believe he does. I’m not okay with this mindset and I’m changing it and trying to adjust because this relationship with him is the most important i don’t have breath in my body without him so goal 5 fall flat on my face in love with God through every single valley trench up down whatever i go through i want to grow through and remember that God is in control and i have his peace.
Well that’s it for now i feel the same but honestly i think this will work. My child is being a lazy bum but once she wakes to the park and grocery store we go!
Later ✌🏾
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I'm not sure if I've already requested or not but I love your Illinois work and I'm craving more. So Illinois x reader where Illinois is reassuring us that he does genuinely like us back. Another idea if thats not good is us reassuring him that we won't die like the rest of his partners. The rest is up to you, setting included.
Treasure (Illinois x Reader)
AO3
Summary: (Gender-Neutral Reader) Early one morning while making breakfast, you ponder over your friendship with Illinois and begin to question his flirty remarks. You are completely infatuated with the man and finally confront him about what the two of you really are.
A/N: Thank you for the request, Peachy! I’m so glad that you enjoyed my other work, that means a lot. I am atrociously down bad for Illinois so this fic has me twirling my hair and giggling lmao. If there are any other requests, please don’t hesitate to submit them. I am working on a few other fics right now for other requests that I have gotten, so if you are waiting, they will be out soon! Thanks for your patience and enjoy, Loves! :)<3
Word Count: 1,356
“Good morning, sweetheart,” You heard Illinois’s voice ring through the kitchen as you flipped another pancake onto the plate next to the stove. You mumbled back a quiet greeting and endearingly rolled your eyes at the overused nickname. It seemed like Illinois’s only goal was to fluster you at every chance he got. And it worked. He most certainly knew the effect he had on you, the power that he held over your emotions. A flirty comment from him could leave you exuding happiness for a week straight. You hid your giddiness well as to not embarrass yourself.
For months, you had been pining over the adventurer. He’d given little clues that he was interested in you, but he did that with everyone. Hell, he even thought the other egos in the manor were infatuated with him. So you told yourself that you weren’t a special case. He didn’t truly feel anything for you, it was just his flirtatious personality.
And you were stuck yearning for him and silently hoping that he reciprocated your feelings. It seemed as if you two had been dancing along the line between friends and more for a while. Every time you and Illinois would get romantically close again, you would pull away in fear that he didn’t actually feel anything other than platonically for you.
So you resorted to staying friends. Friends who flirted on a near constant basis. Well, friend. He seemed to be the one doing most of the flirting with his constant remarks and the sweet little nicknames that he would pepper into his incessant teasing. Each time you would try to mock him back, you ended up in a puddle of embarrassment. He claimed it was adorable, just another one of his jabs at your heart. You seemed to feel a sense of false hope often when it came to the man.
You never knew if he was actually serious about his intimate gestures with you. The brushing of your hands when you walked side by side, or the random hugs that lasted just a moment too long to be considered friendly left you confused. He was a charming soul. He captured everyone’s attention, and he enjoyed giving them attention right back. Which is why you didn’t feel special when he acted close with you. Maybe that was just his personality, maybe he wasn’t interested in you at all.
Lost in thought, you hadn’t realized that you were burning one of the pancakes you were cooking. Cursing under your breath, you quickly tossed it in the trash, letting out a heaving sigh as you shook your head at your mindlessness.
Illinois looked up at you from where he sat at the island, his eyebrows knit in concern. He stood up and walked towards where you had been previously standing in front of the stove, pouring another spoonful of batter onto the pan.
“Oh, Illinois, you don’t have to do that,” You spoke as you gently pushed his arm aside, trying to take your previous spot in the room back. He shook his head, grabbing the hand that tried to push him out of the way. He held it gently, rubbing soothing circles on the back.
“Are you feeling okay today?” He asked. You looked at him, feigning confusion.
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be? I get to hang out with my favorite adventurer,” You joked, trying to hide the fact that not a minute ago you were having an existential crisis over your foolish infatuation with the man in front of you.
He let go of your hand, opting to wrap his arm around your waist instead, pulling you into his side as he flipped another pancake onto the plate.
“You just seem a little distracted today, is there something bothering you? You know I love you too much, I will send someone to monkey hell if they’re giving you a problem, sweetheart,” He laughed, referring to the time where you two had been stuck in monkey heaven during the adventure where the two of you had met. You tried to force a smile as your eyes drifted towards the floor. He just casually said that he loved you like it didn’t make you all giddy inside.
“I hate that I can’t tell whether you’re joking or not,” You spoke before you could even process the thought going through your head.
“About what?” Asked Illinois, amusement in his tone. He finished making the pancakes as he sat the towering stack on the counter, pulling all of his attention towards you. He fully faced you, putting his other arm around your waist and dragging you closer to him.
“It’s just...” You began. God, why was it so hard to simply say how you felt? You felt your eyes began to well with tears as you tried to explain yourself, scared of rejection.
“Hey, hey, hey,” He spoke in a hushed, comforting voice. “It’s okay, I promise I’m not going to be upset at you, whatever it is,”
You looked at him, sniffling quietly before resting your forehead on his chest. “It’s so stupid,” you chuckled lightly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a protective hold. His warm touch made you melt completely into him as you relaxed, his scent calming you as you took deep breaths in.
After a moment, you finally pulled back a bit, glancing at him. He was staring directly back at you, and when your eyes met his, he gave you a soft, reassuring smile.
“No one’s every made me feel like this,” You began, chucking at the situation your were in. He rubbed his hands along your back, allowing you to continue. “You make me feel like I’m important to you. Like you enjoy being with me. And I know you make everyone feel that way. I mean, you’re amazing. You’re smart and curious and funny and charismatic and-and I’m just feeding into your ego, but what I’m trying to tell you is that you mean a lot to me. You’re my everything and I can’t get enough of you. And when you joke about saying that you love me it just makes me feel like we’re never going to be like that.”
Illinois gazed at you with an unreadable expression on his face for a moment, processing your words. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before speaking.
“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person,” He joked. You pulled away in shock, staring up at him with wide eyes. He laughed, gently grabbing you and tugging you back towards his frame.
“Let me finish, let me finish,” He chuckled. “You are so important to me you really have no idea. I mean, do you see how often I stare at you? It’s honestly stalker-ish, sweetheart. You make me so happy. I really do mean it when I say that I love you. That’s not a joke,”
He finished his statement, looking into your eyes with a loving gaze. With both of your hearts beating faster and faster, he slowly dipped his head down and captured your lips in a tender kiss, embracing you even closer, if it was possible.
“You mean the world to me, sweetheart. You’re my little treasure, don’t ever forget that. And don’t ever doubt my love for you,” As you were about to lean in for another kiss, Wilford came waltzing into the kitchen, clearly being lured into the area by the aroma of pancakes filling the mansion.
Quickly attempting to pull away from Illinois in embarrassment, Wilford gave you a knowing look, smirking at you. Illinois swiftly pulled you back towards him, holding you from behind with your back pressed against his chest.
“Somebody’s in love!” Wilford exclaimed, throwing every topping in the kitchen on top of his plate of pancakes. You groaned quietly in protest as your face turned crimson. Illinois laughed at you, not letting you go. After all, he had finally gotten hold of the most precious treasure he would find in his lifetime, you, his sweetheart, and his little treasure.
#illinois x reader#illinois#markiplier#markiplier x reader#markiplier egos#markiplier egos x reader#ahwm#ahwm x reader#wilford#ahwm wilford#ahwm illinois#iswm#fluff#wkm
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