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abbystanaccount · 1 year ago
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so ready for Abby in TLOU 2 remastered 😊 The photomode and graphics are gonna be amazing
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showmeyouricons · 4 months ago
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abbijacobsonarchive · 2 years ago
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If looks could kill....
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penelopesbridgerton · 1 year ago
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i want to get back into giffing but my photoshop runs so slow it takes over an hour just to make a batch of 20 and i lose steam so quickly
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lam-ila · 2 years ago
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💗 the very deeply beloved cale makar please
i really really love this one by @aereres
Maleeha’s 200 Follower Sleepover
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lokimobius · 6 months ago
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i. just finished the magnus archives



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ulfrsmal · 1 year ago
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Tag Game
Thank you to @alexagirlie for tagging me!
Last Song: Flowers of the Night - Insomnium
Favourite Colour: Black
Currently Watching: Forged in Fire
Last Movie/Show: uh, same as above xD
Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: salty
Current Obsession: reading -- I devoured an entire book in less than 24h yesterday AND the book I finished before that gave me a bittersweet but very enjoyable dream, so I'm living my best life!
Last thing you Googled: "speechify" to check whether it's a word (it is, but I had to teach it to my writing program lmao)
Currently having Issues and Agoniesℱ, so I'm not gonna tag anyone -- feel free to consider yourself tagged by me though!
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daflowerzine · 2 months ago
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stars-for-circe · 7 months ago
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Million Dollar Baby
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Tags / cw: drabble, sugar mommy au, miniskirts, suggestive stuff
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“Absolutely not.”
You turned your had to look at Abby, a small frown on your face. The minuscule piece of fabric on your waist looked so cute, matching with your thigh highs and Mary Jane’s and cardigan - all of which Abby had bought you. But for some reason, she didn’t like it at all. You knew you shouldn’t be talking back to her, especially because she was paying, but the skirt was just so pretty

“Why not? It’s the last one in my size
” you made sure to pout as much as you could, looking shy and sad and anything that would make Abby relent and buy you the skirt. She sighed, leaning back in the chair inside the dressing room (a very fancy one you might add, considering her taste in fashion) and put her head in her hands.
“Baby, it’s $200 dollars- no, what am I saying, I’m a fucking millionare-” You giggled, trying to remain as cute as you could in case she changed her mind.
“-it’s a cute skirt, baby
”
Success?
“But it barely covers your ass! How am I gonna let my girl walk around in that, letting everyone see what’s for my eyes only, hm?”
And this time, it was your turn to sigh. Time to pull all the stops, huh.
“But Abbyyy
” You complained, coming over to where she sat and nudging her legs wider with your knee, before sitting down and straddling her lap. It was like hook, line, and sinker, with how easily she melted in your touch. Leaning her neck into your hands as you played with her hair on the back of her neck, burying your face in the other side and giggling softly as she sighed into your embrace. Her hand rested wrapped around your shoulders, as she closed her eyes. If only she saw the mischievous grin, too.
“You know, I don’t think it would be that bad if you were with me when I wore it, ‘n making sure they knew who that ass belongs to
”
You ground your hips down slightly as you said it, feeling her tug on the back of your hair and bite your neck as she murmured your name in warning. Yeah, she was definitely imagining it. The thought of you in public, holding her hand. Everyone watching- no, staring at your cute little ass and knowing it was a privilege to be staring, what with how you belonged to Abby. You were one of the many things only she could have. You smiled, hearing her brain do a thousand turns in though - almost there.
“Please? It’s gonna look so pretty on me, too!” You egged on. And finally, you heard her groan in defeat, as she pushed you up to look her in the eyes.
“Jesus- fine. You win, cards in my pocket.”
You slipped it out as she got up to walk out the change room, opting to ignore the bemused ‘little shit’ that escaped her mouth in a whisper as she left. Quickly, you went to unbuckle the skirt off, beginning to shimmy them down your waist. But all of of a sudden, you felt Abby behind you - breathing hotly into your neck as she grabbed a handful of your ass.
“On second thought, don’t change out of the skirt-” she murmured, “because I’m fucking you with it on when we get home
” you couldn’t help the small pulse of heat that when straight through your pussy. The clench of your thighs not going unnoticed as Abby smirked into your neck, before turning and walking out of the change room.
You swear on your life, this sugar baby gig was just too easy.
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katruna · 2 years ago
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fromwentzicame · 2 years ago
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not me rebooting my emo zine in the year of our lord 2023
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abbyandersnsgf · 18 days ago
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ivy towers | abby anderson
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— still surprised by the acceptance letter months prior, you begin to navigate life within the ivy league. between socializing, attending lectures, studying, and the otherwise bustling life of your college town, you find yourself caught off guard by the increasingly persistent thoughts that have clouded your mind ever since you met abby anderson
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tags: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, college/university au, competitive flirting, banter, mutual secret pining, reader & abby are college age (18-20), reader afab, eventual smut, sexual themes implied. mentions of drugs, alcohol, and mental health matters
💌 there are no reader specific descriptions/mentions of a particular skin colour, hair colour, texture or length. any mention of skin/hair/nails etc, are vague, and non descriptive as i encourage the reader to imagine them as they see fit. this is a safe and inclusive space. if you feel something is not poc friendly, please reach out and correct me. 💌
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Large, dark, aged wood doors squeak as you push your way into the lecture hall. The stadium seating was an overwhelming site, mixed with the adrenaline that was consuming your body and mind, causing physical anxiety like you'd never felt before. It was a site. The large chalkboard that stretched across the back wall, the stair-step tiered seats, and the all-consuming quiet emptiness that was held inside. The building had to be at least 200 years old you thought, as you made your way to the second to bottom row of seats, opting for the middle of the three large sections. The classroom filled with the warm smell of old pine wood, out-of-date textbooks, and classic literature that made you feel so at home and fluttery you almost felt nauseous.
A few months prior, you were sat back at home, decision letter in hand, feeling physically ill at the thought of being rejected from the school you had worked exhaustingly towards for the better part of five years. Trembling hands worked at the envelope seal as you laboriously tear the thing apart, not being able to wait another second. As you read the words "Congratulations!" you still remember audibly yelling, then collapsing, filled with pure joy, relief, excitement, and fear, you couldn't bear the task of remaining upright.
Thinking back to now, your eyes welled with tears at how proud you were of your hardworking attitude, and how far it'd brought you.
The groan of tired door hinges interrupting your thoughts, and composing yourself, you turn expecting to see a mature, middle-aged man but instead saunters a cocky, muscular blonde. She looks around your age. Her trousers and black t-shirt fitting so snugly around her muscular physique you can't help but gawk. Her long, blonde hair is messily braided down her back, with thin glasses adoring her nose. Freckles dance across the same area, stretching down and around her forehead and cheeks. Noticing the presence of someone typically not there, she glances up at you, a surprised look on her face.
You knew why, because it was the same reason you had the same expression, why was there someone else also here an entire 45 minutes early? Dread filling your body as you realize that this is probably the normal for Ivy League students, and an overachieving attitude was simply what was expected here.
"Why are you here so early?" the girl asks in a voice that's almost too feminine and soft to belong to such a intimidating presence.
Caught off guard you respond, "I could ask you the same thing, class doesn't start until 8."
The blonde takes a seat in the row in beside you, just across the isle. Both occupying the outer seats, you were maybe less than 2ft apart.
Noticing your bag, notebooks, colorful pens and highlighters, and textbook (Which she totally didn't forget to get), she clears her throat and responds, "I like getting here early. Its stressful like–rushing in and being late y'know?" nodding along, replying "Yeah, me too."
You feel her eyes burning into you, like she's trying to melt you, or set you on fire. Either way, its working. You feel flustered, and nervous. She's easily one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen, and she's sitting here, looking at you like you're some sort of Sunday crossword clue she's spent an hour trying to figure out.
"M'names Abby, this your second year?"
Smiling and introducing yourself you respond, "No, first."
Her eyebrows shoot up, "Wait, so how are you in a 200 level?" she asks, a hint of shock, possibly disbelief, in her tone. "I took the intro course in high school. Like a duel credit program thing–". Your voice cutoff by the sound of shuffling voices filing into the lecture hall, making small-talk-quiet conversation impossible. Turning in your seat, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming nervous presence around her. Was it jealousy? Attraction? Competitiveness? You tried to place where you'd felt this emotion before, but it was coming up blank. You felt a fire ignite inside of you every time you felt her looking at you.
Over the next few weeks, the tension had grown into a living, breathing, palpable competitiveness that was noticed among even the most clueless of students. It began the first week, when you noticed her only raising your hand if you would, glancing to see if you'd noticed. At first you thought maybe she was flirting, maybe she's just teasing you–but after two more classes, the whole thing grew old and irritating, causing you to audibly huff in frustration once, eliciting a smirk and stifled laugh from the blonde sitting across from you. Ever since that first day, she's always shown up before you. Always had an answer, always knew what to say. Always had a comment, a point, a argument to make off of your answers. “Yeah, to piggyback off that–" she would start, immediately following it with a critique or insight that infuriatingly made sense. Every discussion board was met with "Constructive Criticism" as she put it, making sure to patronize you as much as the possibly could. She knew exactly how to get under your skin, to get you all worked up, and she seemed to almost...enjoy the fight. Like there's no other place she'd rather be than arguing with you during a lecture.
Legs burning and anxiety coursing through you, you rushed past the green lawns, large oaks, and students fraternizing within as ice coffee rattled around the plastic cup with every step. It was 7:30–following a late night study session which resulted in falling asleep without setting an alarm, at your desk, overtop an ethics textbook.
You fumble with your hands full, trying to open the heavy classroom door, as you see a large hand appear on the handle, pulling it open, and another large, warm hand on your lower back. Chills electrify you, the hair on the back of your neck standing straight up as you feel a warm familiar voice whisper into you, "Running late, are we? Thought I would miss having to see you get all, hot and bothered" Your voice caught inside your throat, the blonde smirks and lowers her hand towards your hips, spinning you to face her, your noses almost touching, "Y'know, I think I'd miss seeing how worked up I get you". Her voice low, sultry, and soft, she sounds seductive and you can feel yourself becoming red, the thought of Abby Anderson actually getting you worked up being enough to cause a damp spot to form in-between your legs. You decided to play along though, you know, for the hell of it. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” you said just as sweetly, head cocked to the side, staring back into her eyes, now practically boring holes into your own. A pink tint arising on her cheeks as she shook her head and laughed. “Okay, you got me. First time for everything I guess, especially for you.” She slid between yourself and the door, your back pressed up against the back of the harsh oak, leaving you scoffing and rather flustered, again, the effect she had infuriatingly effective.
A/N: hiiiiiiii i wrote this months ago in my drafts and decided to post it bc why not!!! lmk if u want a part twođŸ«¶đŸ»đŸ«¶đŸ»đŸ«¶đŸ»
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katemoneymartinsgf · 2 months ago
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Caitlin Clark x Swimmer Reader
A/N : This has been unfinished in my drafts for a week. I’m just projecting atp.

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You stood quietly, watching as everyone gathered behind the blocks for the men’s 500m race. Your eyes followed the swimmers as they lined up, but your mind was elsewhere.
“How many until the 200 fly?” you asked your friend Cami, who stood beside you, slightly tapping her foot.
“This race, then a 15-minute break. The boys have their 200, and then you’re up,” she replied.
You nodded, nerves tingling in your stomach. Walking to the warm-up pool, you noticed a familiar figure getting ready in the lane next to you.
Abby Reed.
You and Abby had swum together your entire life—well, technically, against each other. Every club team, every meet growing up, she was always on the opposing side. Abby was an incredible swimmer, you couldn’t deny it, and for some reason, you were always second to her. No matter how hard you tried, she was a step ahead, and she never let you forget it. She had this hold over you, but no one ever truly looked into it. No one knew the self-doubt that gnawed at you every time you faced her.
Your fingers absentmindedly traced the block in front of you as you fought the wave of doubt. You needed to place at least 5th in prelims to secure a spot in finals. Fifth place—that’s all you needed. But all you could think about was her. Abby. In the lane right next to you.
A gentle hand rested on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to see Cami, her expression encouraging.
“You’ve got this, dude. They don’t stand a chance,” she said with a grin.
They did. They all stood a chance, especially Abby. You knew Cami was just trying to be supportive, but you were thinking practically.
“Yeah, I’ll be back,” you mumbled, needing some space. You walked away toward the empty locker room. You didn’t mean to be rude, but you hated anyone talking to you before a race—especially now.
“Hey,” came a soft voice from behind you.
Anybody but her.
“Hi, Cait,” you sighed, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease just a little.
“Is this a bad time for me to say you’re gonna do great?” she asked, reading you perfectly, as she always did.
You let out a breath, the weight of the day pressing down. “Abby Reed is in the lane next to me. The gap between her and the person ahead of her is three seconds, and I’ve never beaten her. I don’t stand a chance. This isn’t even my main event. I can’t get started fast enough, and this is my last–”
“Okay, okay, slow down. Breathe,” she interrupted, taking your hand and pulling you to sit on the bench.
She knelt in front of you, her eyes meeting yours. “None of that matters. You can have the best swim of your life today, but you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Don’t think about Abby. Don’t think about anyone but you. You’re so incredibly fast, but you’re stuck up here,” she tapped your forehead gently, “instead of just swimming.”
You exhaled deeply, leaning your forehead against hers. Caitlin had been your rock through everything. She had this way of making you feel like it was okay to let your walls down, even if just for a moment. You hated being vulnerable, but with her, it felt... safe.
“Thank you, Cait. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Honestly, the number of times I’ve kept you from crashing out should be rewarded,” she teased with a smile.
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her melt into you instantly.
“Best reward,” she murmured as you pulled away.
“I love you.”
“I love you more. Now, go warm up. You’ve got 15 minutes before your race,” she reminded you, giving you a reassuring nudge.
You grabbed your goggles and stood up, but before you could walk away, she caught you by the waist and pulled you back for another kiss. This one was a little rougher, but the way she held you made it so sweet.
“Okay, now you can lock in,” she smirked, letting you go.


The whistle blew, signaling the end of the break. The men’s 200m fly was up first. You stood off to the side, watching the water ripple as the swimmers took their marks.
Fifth place—that’s all you needed. Just 5th. But as you stood there, every part of you screamed that it wouldn’t be enough if you didn’t beat Abby.
A familiar pair of hands settled on your shoulders, and you tensed for a moment before relaxing, realizing it was Caitlin.
“Remember what I said. Don’t personify the competition. Head down for as long as you can,” she whispered.
You nodded slightly, eyes still locked on the block in front of you.
“One more 50 for the boys. Y/N, get to your lane,” Cami’s voice broke your trance.
You turned back to Caitlin, locking eyes. Her steady gaze gave you all the reassurance you needed. She believed in you.
You walked toward your block, hand brushing hers until you were forced to let go.
“Swimmers, you may exit the pool,” the referee called, signaling the end of the men’s race.
You stepped up onto your block, glancing to your left. Abby was there.
“Good luck, Y/L/N,” she said, but you didn’t acknowledge her. Don’t personify the competition.
“Swimmers, take your mark.”
Beep.
The starting buzzer sounded, and you launched from the block, your body moving on instinct. You focused on the water in front of you, refusing to let yourself check the lanes around you. You didn’t think. You just swam.
The race was over before you even realized it. You hit the wall and looked up at the board.
1:57.48. Sixth place.
In any other circumstance, you would’ve been proud of yourself. But there it was—Abby Reed, 1:55.32, second place. Four places ahead of you.
A pang of disappointment shot through your chest. She’d beaten you. Again.
“Swimmers, please exit the water,” the announcer called.
You pulled yourself out and immediately walked toward the warm-down pool, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. It happens...” Cami started, but Caitlin cut her off.
“Let her cool down. She’ll be okay.”
You were so grateful for her at that moment.


After warming down, you retreated to the locker room, seeking a quiet corner where you could be alone. The race kept replaying in your head. This was supposed to be your moment, your chance to prove you belonged here. And it was gone.
You heard soft footsteps approaching, followed by Caitlin’s voice.
“Red, yellow, or green zone?” she asked, her tone gentle.
It was your code. Red meant leave you alone. Yellow meant you were upset but could be talked down. Green meant you were okay enough to joke.
“Red... but I need you,” you whispered.
Without hesitation, she pulled you into her arms as you let the tears fall.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she murmured, pressing soft kisses to your head.
“I suck,” you mumbled into her chest.
She pulled back slightly, cupping your face with her hands. “No, we’re not doing that. You are a talented swimmer. So what if you didn’t beat her today? That doesn’t make you any less amazing.”
“But if I can’t beat Abby Reed, how can I ever be considered good?” you questioned, voice cracking.
“Because
” Caitlin paused, gathering her thoughts. “Because you’re more than a race. You’re more than Abby Reed. You’ve been so focused on her that you’ve lost sight of what makes you great. You’ve got the talent, but you’re too caught up in her to see it.”
You exhaled shakily,still hiccuping over your tears.
“breathe my love” she instructed
You finally released a full breath her words slowly sinking in. She wiped the tears from your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your nose.
“Thank you,” you began, but she cut you off with a kiss.
“No need to thank me. Just remember, I think you’re incredible. But I’m not gay or anything, so don’t get any ideas,” she teased, making you giggle as she kissed you again.
You rested your head on her chest, taking a deep breath as her warmth surrounded you.
“Not to bring it up again, but if I had one more chance, I’d dust her,” you muttered.
“Keep that energy because
 you’re in the finals,” Caitlin said calmly.
“What? How?” you asked, jumping away from her in disbelief.
“Third place DQ’d. You bumped up to eighth for the finals,” she explained, smirking.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I needed you to process everything first. You were too caught up in it. Now, you can go into the race with a clear head.”
“Caitlin Clark, you’re something else,” you said, kissing her passionately.
You pulled away, doing a little happy dance. “I’m gonna smoke her.”
Caitlin grinned. “That’s better.”
She leaned in close. “Now, go eat, stay off your feet, and get ready. I’ll be back after picking up some packages and dropping something off with Kate.”
“You got my pickles, right?”
“They’re in Cami’s cooler, with a lemon lime gatorade.”
Your heart warmed. To be loved is to be known, and Caitlin truly knew you.
You pulled her in for another kiss, then peppered her face with quick, playful ones right after.
“Remember when you said you weren’t gay
?”
“Shut up,” she says, pushing you away with a laugh, walking off with a teasing smile.
“I love youuu!” you call out after her.
“I love you
 STAY OFF YOUR FEET!” she yells as she gets farther away.
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! Cut to the race because I said so !
You hear your coach's voice as you walk behind the blocks. “You got this, Y/N. Head down, don’t breathe, don’t think—just swim.”
You nod, scanning the crowd with a sudden surge of fear. You need her here.
Finally, your eyes find Caitlin, standing with Kate and the rest of the Iowa basketball team. Your gaze locks with hers, and she nods, arms crossed around her chest as always. She’s just as locked in as you are.
You walk to your place behind the block. The announcers call out each swimmer’s name, but you try hard not to listen when her name is announced.
“Hey, Y/L/N
 don’t embarrass your girlfriend. That would be a shame,” Abby calls out from two blocks away.
Your body freezes for a moment. Abby knew exactly how to push your buttons, especially the ones that made you feel like you weren't good enough for Caitlin. It's been a while since those thoughts crept in, but leave it to Abby to bring them back. What a bitch.
You glance back at the crowd, locking eyes with Caitlin once more. She sees the nervous look on your face but returns it with a stare that says, deal with it later. It’s crazy how the two of you could communicate without speaking. You nod again, pushing all other distractions aside.
“Swimmers, step up.”
You take your place on the block, just like you’ve done a million times before.
“Come on, Y/N. Outside smoke
 you got this,” you whisper to yourself.
“Swimmers, take your mark.”
BZZZ
Before you know it, the race has begun. And in what feels like a blink, it’s almost over.
As you approach the final 10 meters, you put your head down and give it everything you have. Every ounce of strength left in your body goes into the last push. You hit the wall and immediately look to see if anyone has finished ahead of you.
Two swimmers
 and one of them is Abby Reed.
The crowd erupts.
For a split second, your heart sinks, until you catch the same look of heartbreak on Abby’s face. You turn toward the monitor.
Y/L/N - 1st place. 1:54.27. Meet Record.
“No way
” you whisper to yourself. You glance up to see the entire Iowa swim team behind the blocks, cheering like crazy.
“And that is a new meet record, folks! Outside smoke never fails! The medal is yours, kid!” the announcer shouts over the mic.
You pull yourself out of the water, immediately engulfed by your teammates’ hugs. But there’s only one person on your mind.
Breaking free from the crowd, you head toward the stands. Caitlin is already making her way down to you.
You leap into her arms as she spins you around.
“I’m so fucking proud of you! Look at you—MY 200 FLY GOAT!”
“I love you so much. Thank you for always believing in me.”
She pulls you in for a deep kiss. “I love you even more,” she says between kisses.
This is the most public you’ve ever been with her. Cameras flash all around, and you know this will be all over social media by tomorrow.
But right now, nothing can take away from the high you’re on.
As the adrenaline from the race begins to fade, the weight of everything that led you here settles in. All the early mornings, the grueling practices, the moments of doubt—all worth it for this moment. But more than the medal or the meet record, what makes this feel so monumental is having Caitlin by your side. It wasn’t just about winning; it was about knowing that, no matter the outcome, she would be there, arms open, heart full. And now, in front of the world, there’s no more hiding, no more fear. You’ve always been enough for her—just as you are.
You pull back slightly, resting your forehead against hers, the noise of the crowd fading into the background. Caitlin smiles, that familiar sparkle in her eyes, and you feel your heart swell. This is where you’re meant to be—both in the pool and in her arms. As you stand together, the cameras flashing, the team cheering behind you, one thing is clear: the journey, the victories, the challenges—all of it means more with her by your side. And in this moment, everything feels exactly as it should.
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byoldervine · 11 months ago
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Motivation For Writing
Getting Off Your Butt:
1. Aestheticise it. Let the light in through the curtains, turn on your fairy lights, lay a blanket over your lap, light some candles, whatever you need to do to feel like a writer. The right vibes can go a long way
2. Picture that one scene. There’s almost always a moment you’re super excited about that basically inspired the whole book. Picture it, play it out in your head in full cinematic fanfare, gush to yourself about how cool it is and how everyone will love it, picture a future fanbase going nuts for it. You might get excited enough to go back to writing
3. Set a word count goal. During NaNoWriMo this year I think I wrote more than I ever have in one go. The thing that kept me coming back was the desire to not fall behind. I ended up with ~45K words after some complications irl caused me to drop off in the final few days, and that’s all just because I was adding up the 1667 a day word count goal and realising where I needed to be at to keep up. I definitely can’t stay as rigid as I did with 1667 words every single day, but seeing that you’re only a few hundred words off of a goal is super motivating - just be sure to set realistic, easy to achieve parameters for just general use, like 1000-2000 words per week. I know 200 words per day is a popular one for people trying to establish a writing routine that can’t dedicate forever to the craft
Maintaining Motivation:
1. Writing sprints. Writing sprints are a godsend for me, I like to set myself up in the living room with Abbie Emmons’ writing sprint video on. The video lasts two hours and is broken up into two parts; 25 minutes to write and 5 minutes for breaks between writing, so four 30 minute sprints overall. Having the timer and countdown with peaceful music and an aesthetic background is both relaxing and encouraging, as well as giving me a specific time for how much longer I have to push through. It’s easier for me to say “Okay, only ten more minutes, then you can take a break” then it is to say “Just keep going, we’re not stopping until I say so” which is too arbitrary for my brain to accept
2. Give yourself a choice. If you’re struggling to keep your focus, come up with a finish line and tell yourself you don’t have to do any more work once you’ve reached that point. Finish the paragraph, go for another five or ten minutes, keep it up until your next scheduled break. Whatever sounds realistic and doable without being overwhelming. And once you’ve met this goal, ask yourself if you still want to stop. With any luck, you’ll have gotten back into the zone and will choose to keep going. Maybe you’ll want to take a quick break but you’ll come back later on. And maybe you’ll decide that now actually is a good stopping point. Just remember that, if you do still want to stop, don’t force yourself to keep going. You can’t strike deals with yourself if you know you won’t keep your word and all you’ll end up doing is burning yourself out, which will lead to even less writing getting done
3. Try a new angle. If you can’t be bothered to write anymore, is there anything else you can do for your book? Plotting, editing, worldbuilding, character sheets, one-shots all that sort of thing can still be productive for your book while still being different enough to give your brain a slight respite. It also means less work in that particular area later on
Afterwards:
1. Organise. Clean up your workspace and put everything away so it’s nice and neat for when you come back to it. Or if you don’t need to pack things out the way, set it up in an aesthetically pleasing way so it will tempt you back next time. Let it give you the writer vibe
2. Take care of yourself. Get a drink, have a snack, walk about, stretch your limbs, take a breath, cuddle your pet. Something that gets you away from straining your eyes looking at text for a bit. This is also a good time to reward yourself if positive reinforcement is something you use on yourself. If you always feel shitty after your writing sessions, you won’t want to go back to it
3. Positive reflection. Make sure to tell yourself you did good, even if you didn’t get as much done as you would’ve liked or it isn’t up to a standard of quality you’re aiming for. That can all be fixed later on, and you’re infinitely better off than you would’ve been if you didn’t do it. Be proud of yourself. Tell yourself you’re proud of your hard work and your dedication and your effort. Remind yourself that this is a fun thing you like to do. Marvel over how insane it is that you’ve gotten this far - not many people do - and that you’ve got all this tangible work to prove you’ve accomplished something so many people wish they could pull off. If this isn’t fun overall, there’s no point
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mothknight42 · 1 year ago
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lam-ila · 2 years ago
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🎧 i love song recs of all genres so whatever is your favourite dopamine song!!
i’m really loving Case 143 by Stray Kids rn. i’m finally getting into them and i’m still in that remembering names to faces stage hahaha
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