#also continue some habits i formed over the past few years

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ heaven ~ i. midoriya

sum: after years of not seeing him, he finally shows up, asked to join the agency you work at. you remembered him, but did remember you?

pairing: pro hero! izuku midoriya x female pro hero! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, fingering, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare.

a/n: slight spoiler ahead - set in an au where the end events of the manga didn’t happen, where izuku doesn’t lose one for all, still finishes u.a and is currently the world's number one pro. this has been rotting in my drafts for a while, but i didn’t have a chance to edit it. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.9k

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Looking around the semi-crowded street, you let a soft hum of annoyance pass your lips as you continued forward. Due to there being hardly any criminals for the past few days now, you had found yourself, yet again, on patrol on a slow day. Not only were you patrolling, but you also caught glimpses of three other pro heroes who were in the area, looking as bored as you were.

A sudden chime in your ear made you stop as you looked at the other heroes, noticing they were still patrolling and talking to citizens. How odd. Lifting your finger, you tapped on the device and placed your free hand on your hip as you continued to scan the area out of habit. "What’s up?".

"(h/n), can you come back to the office? We have someone coming and we want our best hero here when they arrive". Furrowing your brows, you glanced in the direction of the voice, opening your mouth to question the communication when they spoke again, seemingly reading your mind.

"And yes, it's been cleared. We've heard it's another slow day, so there's no need for you all to be out there".

Letting out a hum, you turned on your heel and began to make your way back to the agency you were working at. "Sure you're not trying to butter me up there? I'll be there in ten".

Walking through the doors, you stretched and sighed softly, the cool air of the air con lapping against your skin felt refreshing. You had a few spare moments before heading to the meeting room, so you opted to grab a drink, making your way to the meeting room not long after.

Opening the door with a click, you noticed quite a few of the other heroes you worked alongside already there. A sea of murmurs greeted you as you greeted them back, taking your place at the side while you all waited for whoever they had made you come back for.

Up front, you saw the owner of the agency standing there with another figure by their side, most likely their assistant, who called you back. "Ahh, (h/n), now that you're here, I can introduce you to the newest hero to join us~". Your boss lifted a hand and motioned to the door as eyes followed, looking at the door that was clicking open again.

Green was the only colour you could focus on as your eyes widened. You had to be seeing things, this couldn't be real, right? You had to be in some sort of dream. Yeah, that's right, a stupid dream. You and the rest of your classmates thought he'd disappeared, seemingly moving away to the other end of the country or beyond.

No one had heard from him in years. Yet there he was, walking past you as everyone followed with their gaze. "~The number one pro hero, Deku". A confident wave and bright smile replaced the once timid and shy movements of the young boy you remembered.

As you tried to wrap your head around what you had just seen, a group began to form around the hero with words of excitement buzzing in the air. By the time you had managed to somewhat comprehend things, the group had disappeared, giving you the perfect time to go over and say hello to an old friend. Would he recognise you? You'd doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to see. "Well, if it isn't Izuku Midoriya in the flesh".

The sudden intrusion of your words, and the fact that his name had been used, seemed to take him by surprise as he took a closer look at your face. It took him a moment longer than usual to put the pieces together, but he got there, eyes widening as you smiled brightly at him. "(y/n)? Is that you?".

Ever since that day when you had both been reunited, the two of you had been virtually inseparable. Spending more time together, be that on missions or in general, had resulted in the two of you becoming close again. Closer than what you both had been before.

Then came the rumours that surrounded you both, some sweet and innocent and others downright dirty. Of course, the latter made Midoriya blush. He couldn't imagine people saying those things, and yet there they were, plain as day. You were nothing more than a friend to him.

Sure, it had been a good few years since he last saw you and the rest of your friends, but he couldn't deny it even if he tried; you had become a beautiful young woman. Foreign feelings stirred deep inside of him, feelings that caused his body and mind to react in ways he hadn’t had since he was a teen. Sure, he'd had partners, but none of them fired him up the way you did.

Feelings he thought he had buried were starting to resurface all over again. Starting to increase each time he was with you until he couldn't handle them any more, the way he felt became too much to bear. Doing the only thing he could think of at that time, acting on how he felt around you, something he should have done back when you were both younger.

Everything seemed to move in a bit of a blur. One minute, you were sitting on the couch in Midoriya's house with him, TV on in the background as you both sat talking about various things. The next minute, you were on your back, pinned to the cushions as you both shared a hot kiss. The feelings that poured out between you both during that kiss had been pent up for some time.

A dark blush covered his face as he pulled back, trying to catch his breath, frame hovering over your panting form. "I-I can't take it anymore, (y/n), I-I need to do s-something~".

In what felt like mere seconds to you, articles of clothing had been scattered all over the floor before thick digits thrusted into your wet cunt, walls stretching deliciously making you whine out at the burning desire you felt again. "Hah, Izuku, p-please. I need you".

His fingers disappeared, causing you to whine out from the sudden emptiness before his stout cock began to press deep within you. Pressing past the ring of resistance, as desperate moans sounded. The overwhelming feeling of Midoriya stretching you made your back arch, hips wriggling as he buried himself deep inside. The pro hero took a moment to savour the feeling of your walls pulsating tightly around his cock, your needy cunt desperately trying to keep him there.

“Shit, you’re gripping me so good princess. Like that pretty pussy was made for me”. Those words alone had you moaning out, hands grabbing any part of him you could. You had to keep yourself sane.

With the slow pull back of his hips, you gasped slightly as the emptying feeling until you felt him thrust hard back into you. You swear if your eyes could roll any further back than they were already, they would. Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as you pulled him closer to you. Your fingers dug into his forearms, nails leaving crescent moon marks as you tried to ground yourself.

Green eyes glanced at the fucked out look on your face, before dragging down your body, watching the way your tits jiggled with each desperate thrust. Watching the way your body bounced in time with his movements, the small sheen starting to cover your body. He was eager to show you how much he needed and wanted you, even after all these years. "F-Fuck, why did I wait this long to get in this cunt of yours?".

The words caught you off guard as a loud mewl slipped past your lips, hands flying to his back before you dragged your nails down, red marks being left against pale skin as you arched further into his body.

You could feel that knot in the pit of your gut tighten, and you knew, knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were crying out from the pleasure. You could already hear how wet you were, messy sloshing noises only added to the way you were feeling. "Izu, fuck, I-I'm gonna~".

His rough thrusts never ceased as he reached between you both, pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers pressed against the small bump he was creating inside you. “Come on, baby, let go for me, want to feel you all over”.

All it took was a few more harsh thrusts to have you lose your sanity, to have your back arch beautifully as you gasped out. Broken cry of Midoriya’s name sounded from your throat as your vision blurred. You were almost sure you felt some of your slick squirt out, no doubt coating not only his cock and thighs, but the sofa beneath you.

The overwhelming feeling of feeling full took over your now overly sensitive cunt, breathy moans sounding louder. “That’s a good girl, but I'm far from done, princess".

Before long, you’d lost all sense of time as you continued to be fucked senseless by the man above you.

Your legs were numb, your clit and cunt were overly stimulated and your body began to grow tired. Despite that, you felt another wave of euphoria nearing, gripping Midoriya's arm as you anchored yourself, a strangled sob left your throat as tears slipped from your eyes. Your nails were sure to leave more marks, marks that would no doubt bleed, not that the pro seemed to mind.

Deep moans sounded from above you as you turned your watery, glassy stare to the man responsible for the state you were in. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became sloppy, desperately rutting into you as he chanced his own euphoria. After a few more sloppy thrusts, Midoriya let out a guttural moan, hips stalling as he filled your cunt with his cum. “F-Fuck, that’s it (y/n), take it all. Going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for days”. The hot fluid seeping deep within you as sparks of his quirk flashed around you both.

Lifting your arm, you brought a hand up to his face and cupped it, guiding him down to your lips as you held him close. You took a moment to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, humming softly as you mumbled against the skin. “I love you, Izuku”.

The words took him by surprise, green eyes widening as they looked down at you, face still flushed as hair clung to you, offering his own sweet smile a moment after. “I know you do, and I love you too, (y/n)”.

Wrapping his arms around you as best he could, he pulled his cock out of you. A moan of loss sounded from you before you felt yourself being moved, held close against his chest as he carried your sore body to the bathroom, helping clean you up once you were settled in the hot water.

A thumb rubbed the small of your back in a comforting manner. No words needed to be spoken, but at that point, you both knew what you were to each other. The feelings you both held were finally shared for the other to feel.

Although you had both been caught up in the throes of pleasure a few minutes ago, nothing could have prepared you for the words that were uttered next.

"Next time, I’ll show you that blackwhip is good for something other than restraining villains".

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[punkrockmlchael]

Drunk in Love

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Counselor Weekend was always a party. The camp rules were no drinking, no smoking and no partying but that really didn’t stop anyone, especially the younger counselors. 

You were kind of in the middle this year. Not as young as the new counselors but not as old as the returning lead counselor, Jason. You were fresh into your 20s with a lot of hope for this summer. You understood all of the hip lingo and jokes from the younger counselors, but you also understood Jason’s jokes and his struggle to fit in. It didn’t help that over the past few summers here at Camp Pineway you had sort of developed a… soft spot for Jason and all of his quirks and habits. And he definitely had a mutual feeling towards you; he just would never admit that out loud. At least, not sober. 

And, as much as you loved Jason for who he was, you wanted to help him get out of his shell and connect more with the younger counselors. You’re still surprised you got him here… sitting around the bonfire with the other counselors, a beer bottle in his hand. He was nursing it, for sure, not really wanting to admit how much he liked being able to kick back and relax a bit. You sat beside Jason on a log, laughing at all the stupid jokes he was making. 

“I thought you said you could handle your alcohol?” You asked, elbowing him gently. It was well past midnight at this point and all the other counselors had gone their own ways (whether to make out, get lucky or crawl into bed). You and Jason just continued to sit by the bonfire, watching the flames slowly die out in the cool summer air. 

“I totally can,” Jason mumbled, a hint of a slur in his words as he finished his third beer of the night. He wasn’t drunk yet, but he was definitely feeling a slight buzz from the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night. “I’m a pro at drinking.”

You smiled, looking up at him. “Looks like it! That’s why it looks like I might have to carry you to your bed.” You teased, watching a small smile form on his lips.

Jason shook his head, setting the beer bottle down on the ground next to him. “No, trust me, I got this,” he smiled fully, standing up slowly. He was a bit uneasy on his feet, stumbling a bit before you stood up after him. 

“Really, Jason, it’s totally okay if you can’t.” You reassured him, walking alongside him. “I am here to help, oh wise head counselor.” You said, giggling at the side eye glance he gave you. “What?” You asked, “Camp Pineway needs their amazing head counselor, Jason Hochberg. I don’t think I could sleep tonight knowing that he didn’t make it to his bed safe and sound.” 

You helped Jason towards his cabin, watching him only stumble a couple of times. You helped him up the short few steps and into the cabin before he stumbled towards his bed.

“You’re too nice to me,” Jason sighed, breathing out your name before he fell back into his bed.

He turned towards you slowly, looking up at you. “Everyone else would have just left me and laughed at me but you… you’re actively trying to make sure I’m okay. And that I fit in with the others. Fuck, you’re just,” he paused for a moment, looking you over slowly. “You’re perfect. I love you—I… I mean it. I love it. I love that you’re so nice to me and helping me and it makes me just feel like I actually do fit in,” Jason rambled on, looking at your face before he yawned and closed his eyes. His hands grabbed yours gently as he pulled you down onto the bed next to him. He sighed softly, snuggling up behind you as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Thank you,” he said softly, his breath tickling the back of your neck gently. 

Your face contorted in confusion slowly as you turned around in his arms, facing him. “What did you just say?” You asked softly, pushing his hair out of his face gently. 

“Just said thank you,” he shrugged, looking at you. He leaned into your touch slightly, the feeling bringing a sense of peace and calm to him that he rarely had nowadays. 

“No, there was more,” you giggled softly, leaning towards him. “Something like… you love me?” You inquired.

Jason watched you, biting his lip softly as he opened his mouth to say something before he closed it soon after. You shifted slightly, your hand moving to rest on his cheek softly. He leaned into your touch again but closed his eyes, avoiding eye contact with you. “I didn’t… say that,” he mumbled.

“Oh, but you did,” you said, looking at him. “You said you love me,” you added, giggling slightly.

“Yeah, okay, so what if I did?” Jason mumbled, looking at you. “I have had the biggest crush on you since we met a couple summers ago… but, it’s not like you love me back, or even like me for that matter.”

“Says who?” You asked softly, resting your head on the pillow gently. “Jason—look at you. Why wouldn’t I like you?”

“Yeah, look at me. Why would you like me?” He rambled slightly. “I mean, I’m not exactly the coolest guy out there. I’m twenty-four and still go to summer camp. I'm kind of awkward, I’m a loser… no one even wants me here.”

“I want you here.” You whispered, leaning closer to him. “Jason, you’re literally the coolest person I know. You always make everything that you can as fun as possible, your jokes are hilarious and you care so much about everything that you do. You are literally the definition of the coolest guy out there.”

Jason shook his head, his cheeks and neck turning a slight shade of pink as he looked at you. “But there’s Chris… and Bobby…”

“Douchebags,” you nodded, looking at Jason. “You truly are one of the sweetest guys I have ever met.”

“You’re just saying that because you have to.”

You shook your head, looking at him. You sat up slowly, moving towards him as he laid on the bed. You moved to his lap, straddling his waist gently as your hand pushed his hair out of his face again. “You think I have to say that? I don’t, really. I don’t have to say anything to you. But I am, because it’s all true.”

Jason’s breath hitched slightly as you moved on top of him. You leaned closer to him, looking at him as he gulped slightly. 

“Are you sure?” He asked softly.

“Positive.” You stared down at Jason, smiling slightly as he looked up at you with a nervous smile. His hands found your hips gently, resting there as he repositioned himself into a sitting position with you in his lap. Your knees rested on the bed beside his thighs as your body moved closer to his.

“What’re you doing?” He asked softly, his face moving closer to yours as your arms snaked around his neck. Your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck gently as you leaned closer, so close your lips were almost touching. 

“Nothing,” you muttered, smiling at him. “Just, hanging out,” you giggled softly.

“Just hanging out, hm?” He asked, his hands trailing up your sides gently. They ghosted over the fabric of your hoodie before slowly moving under your hoodie, touching your bare skin. 

“Mhm,” you hummed softly, gasping slightly at the feeling of his fingers on your skin. You looked at him and smiled, leaning closer to finally close the gap. Your lips pressed against his softly, your fingers continuing to play with his soft hair as you did so. Jason smiled into the kiss, his hands pushing your hoodie up slowly.

You pulled away from the kiss and slid your hoodie off, tossing it to the side before you leaned back down and kissed him again. He smiled, kissing you back as his hands continued to move up and down your sides slowly. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled against your lips, deepening the kiss slightly.

“Says you,” you mumbled, pulling away from the kiss. You tugged his shirt up, pulling it up and over his head before you discarded it in the same pile as your sweatshirt. Your lips trailed down his jaw and neck, leaving soft and sweet kisses over every inch of his body that you could. You moved your body slightly, accidentally rubbing your clothed core against his growing bulge.

A small gasp escaped Jason’s lips as his head fell back against the wall. Your name fell from his lips, a cross between a moan and whine as his hands moved back to your hips. “Fuck.”

You smiled, trailing more kisses down his chest as your hands fumbled with his belt carefully. You pulled away slightly, looking at him, “is this okay?” You asked softly. Jason nodded rapidly, watching your every move.

“Yes, fuck, more than okay. This is great, this is perfect, actually.” He mumbled, nodding more. You giggled softly at his response before you undid his belt and his shorts, tugging them down slowly. His erection sprung free, hitting his lower stomach with a soft thud as a small hiss left him from the cool air. You stood up, pushing your jeans to the floor quickly. Jason watched you stand up, his hands reaching out for yours. “Come back,” he muttered, pulling you back to his lap carefully. 

“I’m not leaving,” you giggled, kissing his lips again as your hands moved to behind your back, unhooking your bra. You slid it off of your shoulders and tossed it to the side of his bed. Pulling away from the kiss, you looked at him. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You sure?” Jason asked, his eyes trailing over your bare chest as your hips began grinding into his slowly. He whined loudly, his hands moving to your waist, his grip tight and possessive as he helped you move against his erection. 

“Positive,” you breathed out, your clothed core continuing to rub against him. “Not going anywhere,” you mumbled, looking up at him. You sat up on your knees carefully, pushing your panties to the side gently before hovering over his cock. You teased him, sliding his tip through your slick folds slowly. Jason groaned pathetically as you slowly sunk down onto him until you were fully seated on him.

“Shit,” he moaned out your name as his grip on your waist stayed. “Is this really happening?” He asked, closing his eyes at the feeling of you around him.

“Really happening,” you mumbled. You moved your hips slightly, lifting off of him before you sunk back down, moaning out softly. “Jesus, Jason,” you sighed, your hands moving to his shoulder gently. 

“Hm?” He asked, watching you continue your movements. His eyes widened as you bounced a bit faster, your breasts moving each time. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” His hands slid up your sides hesitantly, stopping right next to your breasts. He stared at you, mesmerized with each and every movement you made.

“You can touch them, you know?” You suggested, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. He groaned against them, kissing you back as his hands slowly moved over your breasts. He rested his hands on them carefully, afraid he might break you. “Come on, Jason,” you mumbled, biting his bottom lip. “I promise you’re not going to hurt me.” 

Jason moaned into the kiss, gasping as your tongue slipped into his mouth to explore every inch. He squeezed your breasts lightly, his tongue slowly moving against yours as you continued to move up and down on his cock. Your speed increased, moving up and down rapidly as he pulled away from the kiss. His head fell back against the wall, moaning loudly as his hips bucked up involuntarily. “Hm, fuck, gonna cum,” he mumbled, squeezing your breasts again. 

“Yeah?” You whined softly, moving your dominant hand down between your legs. Your middle finger and ring finger found your clit, rubbing tight and small circles on it as you moaned his name loudly. Jason opened his eyes, looking at you up and down. He moaned loudly, watching you use him for your own pleasure while your fingers made quick work on your clit. That sight alone was not only going to be burned in his memory (along with your moans), but that was enough to bring him over the edge.

“Fuck,” Jason whined, your name leaving his lips rapidly as he thrusted up inside of you. He shot rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, groaning as he felt you clench around him tightly. His hands moved down to your waist, gripping it tightly as he kept you in place. You moaned his name, your head falling back gently as you released around him.

After a few minutes you sighed, your head falling into his neck gently. Once you caught your breath, you placed soft kisses against his skin, his grip slowly releasing from your waist as his arms slid around your body instead. “That was, wow,” you mumbled, looking at him. “You need to drink more often.”

Jason hummed, looking at you. “Maybe you just need to help me into bed more often?” He teased, placing a soft kiss on the side of your head. 

“You know,” you mumbled, leaning closer to him, “that could probably be arranged,” you smiled, placing a soft and sweet kiss against his lips. Jason smiled, kissing you back as he pulled you closer to him.

“I’d love that.” 

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Midnights~ Jacob black x wife

The air was cold even after Jacob made sure to wrap you in blankets for his patrol shift. He hated leaving. It’s like you both suffered because each slept without the other. Your shared son was not doing too well with it. He missed Jacob, but they often napped together to make up for it. A three year old is less understanding about dad’s wolf schedule.

The first few nights your son woke up when Jake left. He continued to cry through the night so you stayed in the bed with him. A little twin bed is not as comfortable as the king size in the master bedroom, so by the fourth night you simply carried him back to your bed to sleep. It became a habit that when Jake left your son never failed to climb into bed with you. It is like he knew his daddy was leaving and wanted his mom for protection from monsters.

The moon hung low as patrol shift change finally arrived. Jake was dirty and exhausted. He chased out a vampire to the boundaries of the Rez, while Quil and Sam took over to speak with the vampire upon the declaration they had business in Forks. Turns out the vampire was a friend of the Cullen’s, they just didn’t know the way to their home. They were friendly enough, so Jake was able to come home on time. After a quick shower in the guest bathroom so he didn’t wake you, he grabbed something to eat and trudged his way to bed.

He would’ve sat on the little guy if he wasn’t able to smell his scent on yours. Jacob pulled back the covers and saw you both cuddled together. You looked as if your son had put his arms or even feet in your back and face several times the past few hours already. Beautiful as ever Jake brushed hair from your face and kissed you both on the forehead. You smiled in your sleep but never moved. Jake wanted you to get some sleep while you can considering three year olds are exhausting.

Climbing into bed as silent as he could be, Jacob was almost asleep the moment he felt the bed meet his body. He grabbed you both in his arms as if he was holding the worst most precious gifts under his protection. To him, he was. The best part was waking up to the smell of your waffles cooking and your son having his feet in Jacob’s back for once.

You smiled to yourself with coffee in hand as the hot wheels cars flew through the hall. You would have to patch the wall again where Jacob pushes the toys with too much force and they dent it or chip the paint. It’s worth it to see the smile on your little guy’s face. To watch him watch his hero filled your heart with such love that you didn’t know how you could ever be happier.

That is until the next week when you were staring at the positive test in your bathroom. Jacob was so excited he threw a full out bonfire for the pack that night to celebrate.

[waternilly]

No Tricks (George Weasley x OC) - Part 9

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 2k Warnings: None Ao3 link: here Summary: A tattoo shop opens across from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, immediately catching the eye of the youngest twin. The intriguing owner, though well-versed in the magical world, doesn’t quite belong to it herself. As they navigate their differences, their mutual curiosity blooms into something deeper. No Tricks Masterlist

As always, the end of the summer was a busy time in Diagon Alley. Witches and wizards of all ages packed the street, shuffling past one another to reach the various shops. Olive Tree Art & Tattoo welcomed a lot of curious families, resulting in hundreds of bookmarks sold, both to children and nostalgic parents alike. A handful of Muggle-style painting orders were also placed by the most enthusiastic patrons, while watercolour prints were bought by the dozen. When the cobblestones were emptied at last, Oli dropped into the couch with a loud huff, letting her head roll back.

She knew opening a tattoo parlor in Diagon Alley had been a curious endeavour to say the least. Many had tried to convince her not to, but she had persevered, only to wind up a painter much more than a tattoo artist.

Huffing, she remembered she should get the paperwork started on getting a new front door on the Muggle side of the building. It had cost her a pretty penny, but Oli was convinced a double-sided shop had potential. Right now though? It was barely even habitable.

A series of quick knocks hit the window, and Oli opened a tired eye. From outside, George was smiling at her. He held up a kraft paper bag and, pointing at it, shouted through the window: “Wanna eat something?”

Oli chuckled, rolling on the couch lightly. She raised a hand and motioned for him to enter. Dropping his hand to his side, he made quick work of the distance separating him from the door and entered.

“How did you enjoy your first day of ‘back to school’ season?” George wondered with a chuckle as he sat down on the couch next to Oli.

“I’m dead,” she groaned.

“Aw don’t worry, love, these will get you back on your feet,” he commented as he opened the bag.

Eyeing the contents as George laid them out over the coffee table, Oli’s stomach suddenly emitted a loud rumble. Small containers filled with various salads, a handful of fresh bread and a large bottle of her favourite juice.

“Did you eat anything today?” he wondered, eyebrows furrowed but smiling lightly.

Oli stopped to think for a moment, face scrunched up.

“Not since breakfast,” she confessed.

“Well,” George declared as he unwrapped the last package, “dive right in. I’ll go get us some glasses.”

Before she could protest, he was back on his feet and climbing the stairs two by two. Sighing, Oli smiled at the sight of George disappearing to the top floor. She could get used to this.

He was always so attentionate with her, she had almost run her mouth multiple times by now, forgetting that she had a secret to keep if she wanted to make it in this world. While she liked to imagine that George would not resent her for being a Squibb, she could not help the knot that formed in both her stomach and throat whenever she considered telling him fair and square.

“Do you have any plans for the third weekend of September?” George asked, rushing down the stairs and interrupting Oli’s train of thoughts.

He sat down by her side and filled the glasses with juice.

“None so far,” she explained. “Why?”

Handing her a glass, George angled himself to face her better on the cushions.

“My family organizes big reunions a few times a year, back in Devon,” he explained. “There’s a lot of us and you know how parents can be once the birds have left the nest.”

“Especially when the nest was very full to begin with, I imagine.”

“Indeed.”

Oli offered her glass to cheer and George gently clinked them against each other. They both took a sip before he continued.

“Would you like to join us?”

She coughed on the juice, loudly and unexpectedly. Sitting up, Oli held the shaking glass away from the leather all while attempting to breathe again.

Brows furrowed, George picked up the cup to lay it on the coffee table, then, gently, he rubbed her back.

“I promise I’m not trying to poison you, the juice is harmless.”

He recognized a chuckle between the fits of coughing and it lightened his spirits.

“Does the prospect of spending a weekend with my family terrify you so much?” he joked once Oli’s breathing was under control.

“You basically just said there’s a ton of you!”

“Not a ton,” his face scrunched up, “only like… twenty.”

—

Nothing George told Oli about the Burrow actually managed to prepare her for the stay. She had been informed that it was tall, somewhat mismatched, that additional parts had been built as was deemed necessary, but the micro-village that lay in the distance was beyond her wildest dreams.

She swallowed hard, still steadying from apparating. George’s arm was an anchor to hold onto as her spinning head came to a slow still. A grateful thought crossed her mind, thanking her mother and father for having prepared her for the effects of apparition and trained her to resist them.

“Wow,” Oli whispered under her breath.

George turned to her, corners of his lips rising.

“I know, right?”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, before a smile bloomed onto her features.

“You’re gonna think this is stupid,” Oli began. “But my first thought was that this would make for a great painting.” 

She chuckled nervously.

Eyeing George from the corner of her line of sight, she noticed his gaze was steadily planted on her. Abruptly, Oli let go of his arm, only to wring her fingers instead.

“You can’t help yourself, huh?” George joked, crinkles speckling the corners of his eyes. “Always the artist.”

“I can’t just pretend I’m not!” she objected.

“I never said you should.”

A blanket of silence fell over them as their gazes finally locked properly. The sun was low in the late afternoon sky, clouds peppered the blue with white and grey. Grass fields all around were decorated with tall trees that bent gently under the breeze. George noticed for the first time how warm Oli’s brown irises were, reminding him of honey and whiskey.

A breathy laugh escaped him.

Shaking her head while smiling, Oli wondered: “What?”

“Nothing.”

She was looking at him so tenderly, so playfully, the same way she often did, like she fully trusted him. By Merlin, George hoped his mind was not playing tricks on him; he hoped she was reading him the same way too.

A shout in the distance distracted them, and nearby the Burrow, they spotted two children running after each other.

George licked his lips, while Oli cleared her throat.

“Shall we?” he suggested in a hurry, offering up his arm again.

Grinning, Oli returned her hand to the familiar position.

“Let’s go.”

The walk took roughly five minutes, spent in comfortable silence as the sounds of the Burrow became more clear with every step.

Molly and Arthur met them outside, the older woman wrapping her son then Oli, in tight embraces, while his father was more relaxed but just as welcoming.

“Did you have a safe trip, dears? No trouble on the way?” Molly wondered, still holding onto Oli’s shoulder.

“All good, George apparated us perfectly,” Oli complimented, squeezing his elbow.

“Oh, how wonderful,” Molly said. She stood next to the door and ushered them further: “Come in, you two, come in.”

Shoulders folded into themselves, Oli took tentative steps inside the Burrow, followed closely by George and his parents. Her gaze traveled from one enchanted object to another, the room being covered in knick knacks from floor to ceiling. Oli bit her lip, attempting to not look overly amazed.

“George, you still know where your room is, I believe,” Arthur joked, pointing to the stairs with an extended arm. “Will you show our guest to Ginny’s?”

“Everything is ready, you only have to drop your bag, dearie,” Molly added for good measure.

Oli thanked the Weasleys for the attention.

“It’s only natural, George has been nothing but positive about you.”

The younger woman’s eyebrows shot up while her smile froze in place. She shot a glance towards the stairs, where George was waiting. However, she could not pass up on an opportunity to hear more about this.

“Oh really?” she wondered, hoping her surprise was camouflaged sufficiently. “What has he sa-”

“I can tell you myself later if you’d like, love,” George interjected before she could finish.

Silence fell over the room, heavy and unexpected, as all heads turned to the redhead halfway up the stairs. He was grinning, eyes fixed on Oli, who met his gaze defiantly. She noted the use of the recently adopted nickname, the dropped jaws of his parents.

“Very well,” she concluded.

“Come,” George nodded, inviting her to follow behind him, “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

Molly blinked rapidly as her son and Oli disappeared upstairs.

“I know he said they were friends,” Arthur pointed out, “but I cannot help but wonder if we should have prepared a large bed instead.”

—

“You do realise your parents are gonna think we’re dating, right?” Oli pointed out, smirking as she dropped the bag by the door of her appointed bedroom before entering further in.

“They already did anyway.”

“Now is when you tell me that?” she asked, mouth agape.

“Would you have said ‘no’ if you’d known sooner?”

Oli paused to think, eyebrows furrowed.

“Maybe…” she teased.

The redhead scoffed, shaking his head, but a clear smile tugging at his lips. He leaned against the wall by the door, hands in his pockets, his own bag by his feet. Oli was reminded once more of how tall George was, and in that instant, she could not quieten the voice that noted how handsome he was – wearing a casual white blouse, brown trousers held up by matching suspenders and a dark green tailored jacket.

The floor creaked under every step that Oli took towards him to reduce the distance. The bed then squeaked as she sat down facing him, shoulder against the metal bed frame that had seen better days.

“You told your parents about me?” Oli asked seriously.

She hoped he had not noticed the way her voice had strained as she wondered aloud. Her heart tightened in her chest as she awaited his answer. She liked that he told his parents about her, it meant that she mattered to him, that they wanted to know more perhaps. But the prospect also terrified her. She still had not told him that she was a Squibb, and now his family was involved in this secret, in this lie. Oli hated to see it that way, but she could not deny it. A lie was a lie, even by omission.

“Of course,” George answered.

Oli swallowed.

“What did you say?”

“After they barged into your place, I asked them not to do it again.” His tone was unusually serious. “I said they’d get to meet you more in the future, but only once I’d had the chance to get to know you better first.”

George looked down to his feet, a bashful smile plastered on his face.

“They’ve been asking about you every chance they got since,” he admitted. “Though Fred has been entertaining their fantasies of us ending up together much more than I ever did.”

Oli chuckled but did not dare to meet his gaze.

“I ought to give him a good scolding,” she joked.

And just like that, they were back to their usual selves.

“Please, be my guest.”

“I’m sure Angelina has her hands full with him.”

“Trust me, she does.”

Their eyes met, circled by crinkles. A brief silence settled over them, comfortable.

“I’ll go put my bag away,” George said, pushing himself off the wall and picking his belongings off the floor. “My room is across the hall, I’ll be right back.” He turned to leave.

“Your dad said it was your old room?”

Stopping, he peaked over his shoulder.

Eyebrows raised, he answered: “Yes, it is. Well, mine and Fred’s.”

Oli remained silent, wringing her fingers in her lap.

“You wanna see?” he wondered.

Nodding quickly, Oli practically jumped off the bed. Smiling, George held out a hand, which she took gingerly, and he led her to his childhood bedroom. Another piece for her to add to the puzzle that was George Weasley.

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

Helllooo friend! Just dropping in to say I hope you’re thriving with all the exciting releases lately💖💫

Also throwing in a few requests for the ask game if you’d like~

Planter, Bath bomb, Luna moth

friend!!!!! 💜

omg all of that is the only thing making me feel like i'm thriving right now, i am soooo exicteddddddddd

i hope you're doing well!!

eeeeee okay the ask things:

Planter - Do you have a green thumb?

everybody says i do, so maybe! but. i don't really count it as that, i mean some plants are easy and just need the basic plant care like water, sun, dirt and aren't that picky about it. but if anybody takes the time to look up specific plants and how to make them not die, then anybody can have a green thumb if that's what it is. i've accidentally killed sooo many plants while learning, but there are certain ones that seem like they just refuse to die, even when i've neglected them for weeks/months(depression hits hard sometimes) so i don't feel like i can take credit for their hard work enduring that. that's all on them. the past few years i've been trying to grow cucumbers and i had ONE YEAR where ONE PLANT did good, but then EVERY YEAR PAST THAT something has happened to either KILL THEM or severely damage them. THIS YEAR I NEED WARM WEATHER TO START WHEN IT'S SUPPOSED TO AND I NEED THERE TO BE NO GROUNDHOGS. also i've been practicing bonsai stuff on little trees i find growing in my yard where they're not supposed to be instead of letting them get run over by the lawn mower. and i have some mint plants in my window right now and a dragonfruit cactus because i had a dragonfruit from the store and was like "i wonder if i can grow these seeds" and i tried one and it grew. so i have that now.

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

russ ballard is the best form of self care.

no but okay, some of the best things i've started doing for myself is actually eating a good breakfast in the morning, sometimes at least something small like some fruit(i love fruit) and making sure i drink water first thing before anything else to keep the habit of staying hydrated. keeping the brain in good working condition can only help, especially when depression and anxiety are running wild again. going for walks does help. giving myself some quiet time somewhere to just think for a while and breathe and observe the world around me. and to just exist. and NOT taking my phone or anything like that with me. outside me-time is for outside and not for screens. but also i live in a very nice place for walks, like i live right next to a forest with trails and things so. i don't know how many people have nice places to go. but just getting out and letting myself air out my brain is good. and one of the other things that's been nothing but helpful to me for the past decade or so is reminding myself that some forms of self care is sometimes confused with "being selfish", which paints it as a bad thing for people to take care of themselves or to see themselves as important in any way. which it isn't. learning the difference is a good start.

Luna Moth - City or country?

continuing the talk about living right next to a forest, i also am on the edge of a very small town area, i could NOT live in a city permanently. i need nature and trees and fresh air and some open spaces like fields and orchards and creeks/rivers and ponds and lakes and things like that. a city would also have its benefits, but i couldn't do it

[spotaus]

*It seems you managed to stumble across a unique trio...

Decided to do a silly lil doodle of my favorite Dopple-trio! :D on the surface I feel like this'd be a daily occurrence. Kale is the most normal of the 3 of them, but I wanted to draw her and Paps having a cute lil conversation. (More ideas below the cut!!!)

Pretender regularly interacts with humans (his disguise slowly recovers, and he continues to mostly abstain from his old habits) and usually appears as "human" as long as he's out. Sometimes in public I feel like ppl would be willing to talk to him, and he's always quick to make it clear that to get to his family people would have to get past him. (Also I think in their neighborhood/town everyone gets increasingly confused because he regularly goes, "Yeah, that's my Kid" some days abd other days he's like, "That's my little sibling" and it's just that he's her guardian and the terms are kinda interchangeable because it's easier to use them than explain the whole situation lol)

Pretender also has no sense of fashion. He's always so close to a neat outfit then takes the wrong turn before he exits his closet lol.

Paps stays in skeleton form (at least for the first few years) even tho it's dangerous, because his human disguise is awful and makes K uncomfortable. Instead he trains genuinely with Undyne and Tender to properly figure out a human shape over about 4 years. Eventually he does have a human disguise, but he's contented in his monster form too.

K I can't say a lot for (beloved @oodlesndoodles is who designed/owns her!) But I'm pretty certain that she'd probably still wear her one monster-style outfit sometimes if only to show her solidarity with her family, or just to mess with people on the streets 🙏

Also:

I love the idea that someone talking to them would take in this info and be like ???????

Last Notes: Human!Pretender is one of my favorite blorbos ever to doodle! His hair texture is probably the most satisfying thing ever! Paps keeps miraculously looking good for this AU??? I've never been able to draw Papyrus before??? Idk what changed, but I love him! And KALE! K my beloved I have struggled so hard to doodle her well and usually fail but I think I did it!!! I love her sm...

[sonicasura]

'Kaiju flavored Cyberman assimilation soon' I can't put it in better words myself. And yeah No 9 is going to be messing with Kafka alright. No 9 is not gonna waste his new found knowledge thats for sure. The Defense Force and Kafka are going to have some 'fun' dealing with kaijus that follow all too familiar path that the himbo knows did not end well for him and the other test subjects.

And the public has quite the reaction. Despite Kafka being the reason the city still stands and only a quarter of it got destroyed (luckly only the outskirts parts). They don't exactly have a very good reaction to him. That being said, Mina and the others have had a few years to train Kafka for something like this, so Kafka knows how to act and behave for the months it takes for things to clam somewhat down.

It takes away a lot of the anger and criticism the public has about it. And with his natural charm, Kafka's is slowly making people change their opinion as he continues to be used for various mission all over Japan over the next few years. All but the Thrid and First Divisions are in for a whiplash that will leave them winded with how Kafka seems to upend their world view of the kaijufied himbo.

The offical Defense Force gear is quite something. It not only brings some peace for the public but it also makes Kafka look pretty good too. Tiny especially likes it as it reminds him of the samurais of his past. He even change Kafka's armour a bit to better fit and protect the himbo too, as the vest and collar also add some extra protection as well.

Awkward is a word that fits alright. And yeah I think she'd get something he likes or can comfort him would be the best bet. A cake might work as well. Though it might have to be one of those wedding sized cakes for Kafka to truely enjoy it. Like many seems to hc, Kafka needs a lot of calories as a kaiju now. And of course eats kaiju meat as well to survive. The Monster Sweepers has quite the day whenever the Third request them to save a good chunk of the meat from the lates kill.

You can imagien how they felt when they learned it was because they needed to feed the kaiju know as No 8 and gained the title The Thrid's Oni by the public. They also don't react well when it also leaks to the public on who No 8 really is and about the Mirage Company.

Yeah that bit gets exposed. Kafka is not having the greates of times when that happens to be honest.

It's hard to be afraid of something when the fear in question acts so goofy and sweet. That's Kafka in a nutshell. A sweet, kind and silly man no matter the form. Tiny would approve of the extra protection on his host considering that self destructive habit the poor himbo developed under stress.

I can imagine the Sweepers wanting to see Kafka once they find out who No 8 really is. Honestly won't be surprised if they thought he was dead at first. The massive panic when that classified information reaches the public though... Yikes.

I honestly don't know what's worse for the Defense Force. This information getting out or more humans turned kaiju that keep cropping up. Mercy killing is more likely on the table as the variant No.9 will not be like Kafka.

[swimmingelectron]

More chlonette/queen bug cz exams are coming and i do not want them to

Part 1

Lb now deals with two of her regular partners flirting with her

Hello, m'lady~

Hey, bug, need me?

Chloe legit did her homework the next day and complained to mari over call ab how hard it was

She realised she couldn't stop being mean to everyone simply out of habit, so she just straight up started being mean about things they shouldn't do.

Sabrina! You need to tell me if you can't do something.

Ugh, Kim, if you don't stop being so loud in class-

You're such a worrywart, marinette, maybe learn to live a little.

Sure, a lot of mistakes were made, but it was that much better being around chloe.

In just a few months, chloe proved adept at staying out of sight of akumatised victims and capable of shattering akumas on her own. Moreover, she was a great fighter, a good hero.

With time, the number of akumas targetting her went down to zero and she was almost a new person.

Then, one day, lb needed her for something different. She needed bee to find out chat's identity and pass him messages in his civillian form.

When chloe found out it was "ADRIKINS!?" she realised she couldn't possibly continue hating chat. But she also couldn't give lb up to him for grabs.

That's exactly what she told him.

Adrien, Chat. You've been my best friend since childhood. I've seen what you go through, with your fa-umm... what you've gone through since your mother's death.

If you ever need to talk about anything, you are always welcome. About anything at all.

Thanks, but i kinda already stop by mari's terrace to talk about my problems as chat. Of course, i haven't revealed my identity to her so maybe there are some things i can come to you about.

Righhhht. Hm- so another thing is, chat, i really like ladybug too. And i won't give her up to you without a fight. And I'll never lose to you!

XDXD Looking forward to it, your highness :)

Then on, queen bee would drop by at the bakery, through the front door, flowers for her buginette.

(I'd like to imagine chat also upped his game when he found out chloe was getting close to mari and brought his princess little trinkets.) (He wasn't aware she was also lb at all.)

With time, mari became fond of the bee buzzing around her everywhere.

Before either of them realised they were calling each other sweet treats and honey tart, bug and bee

Mari couldn't have pointed out when she fell, but at some point, she accidentally told queen bee she loved her as she left for home from the bakery.

Chloe carried that blinding smile all the way through the weekend and into school on monday. Sure, mari was an anxious wreck that whole week. Because what else would you expect out of her? But chloe? Chloe had learnt a new skill in the past year. The ability to stay hidden and melt into bright light. She became the white noise in marinette's life until mari couldn't help but feel comforted by her presence.

They started dating in secret in a few months. As lb and qb, they told chat. He was, well, depressed to say the least. He'd tell mari all about it, and mari couldn't help but feel guilty.

Chloe and mari had comforted him in the bakery more than once in the middle of their dates. Chloe could forgive him. She'd also be broken if mari chose him over her.

Chat never did get over lb, but he got better at putting his mask back on.

Meanwhile, the viewers get to realise something about marinette that is not too obvious in the show. Marinette is not a mary sue. She is stubborn, she needs things to go her way, and she doesn't think any of her partners are capable without instruction. Yes, she is a good leader, but she is a very, very bad standby observer.

Chloe and mari both value their freedom, they both don't like making too many compromises and they both prefer if things move according to their plan. So while chloe is quick to anger, marinette frets. They get into fights. Chloe uses insults as her weapon. Marinette launches into tirades or sasses her back.

The fights aren't frequent. Because both the girls do compromise to quite an extent; out of guilt, love, and empathy. But there are these other more frequent little squabbles between the two about little things.

One wanted a particular flower. The other can't afford a certain cafe. Marinette's morals, chloe's standards. Usually, marinette would bring chloe baked goods and chloe would give in.

All good, right? Well, everything keeps happening according to mari's wishes. Marinette rarely compromises on these. Rose accidentally points it out during a project one day.

It sort of breaks chloe when she realises. When she asks marinette, the girl points out she thinks it's because chloe realises she's wrong.

Chloe barely manages to keep her tears in check as she breaks up with marinette. Does mari still think she is better than chloe? Maybe. She goes straight home and locks herself in. After crying 2 days straight, she finds chat at her window. She can't tell him anything really. But the support is good enough.

When he realises she isn't in a position to answer his questions, he simply gets her into the bath, playfully swatting the water at her with his tail. He gets her a towel after about 30 mins, washes off all her running makeup, and wraps her up in it. Chloe sits, dripping water on her bed while chat rummages for a change of clothes.

He gets her one of her childhood favourites and begs her to change out of wet clothes. It takes chloe another half an hour to make it even with pollen's help. Chat dries her hair off and brushes it into a fancy updo. He recharges and takes chloe to a food joint, and gets take out that they have on the eiffel tower.

(Chloe doesn't speak but chat doesn't actually need her to. Afterall, lb has been out of it too. But he knows something now. Because he comforted marinette through a breakdown, he knows who his lady is, now. He doesn't tell the girls. They don't realise it through their pain either.)

When the girls start talking to each other again, months later, the pain and hurt remains. But they've both grown into better people. Sometimes, they still call each other bee and bug. Old habits do die hard.

[novantinuum]

🤡 or 🛠, for the ask game?

Thank you very much for sending some in! :D

(Fanfic writer ask meme- I am still taking these!)

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🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

Oh, good question- let me poke into my works...

Admittedly, I don't often try to write humor into my stories as I don't feel I'm a naturally funny person in writing, but sometimes silly little character beats just pop up organically.

I still quite enjoy this exchange in Crack the Paragon chapter 12, between Steven and Peridot:

“So,” she begins, nodding towards his stomach. “Your gem.” With a tired sigh, he tugs his shirt back down. Boy, does he already know where this conversation is heading, and boy, is he sick of having to walk everyone through it. “Yup,” he replies, popping the ‘p’ and getting ready to deploy the exasperated eye roll. “All this time everyone thought you were a hybrid quartz, but now you’re telling me…” “…that I’m actually a dia—” “…that I, Peridot, certified Kindergartener, a skilled specialist on every variety of Gem to ever exist, was wrong??” “Hold on, what?”  She holds her hand over the diamond emblazoned on her chest as she passionately continues, wholly oblivious to Steven’s bemusement. “I was the brightest Gem of my cut back on Homeworld, and yet somehow I mistook a perfectly formed diamond for a quartz! Ah, hahahah!” Eyes glinting with what he can only describe as a borderline feral energy, she moves to clutch at the sides of her head, thick tufts of lemon yellow spilling out from between her fingers. “Oh, my stars. I’ve lost my touch!”

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I exclusively use mobile Scrivener! Basically every scrap of fic I post is written on the go on my phone, usually while I take a long walk at my local park on weekends, but also during my breaks from work. (Or, uh... while overtly on the clock in lab. Listen, boss gets a dollar, I get a dime-)

I've also made great use of the NaNoWriMo website this past year in keeping up a daily writing habit. I use it to track my word counts per month/every few months, and set personal goals for myself when there's not an official writing event happening on there otherwise. I don't always reach the goals I set because I'm a very busy person, but it gives me something to strive towards! In any case, I've written at least one word (AKA opened my WIPs just, at all) daily since last November. I hope to make this a habit that lasts a lifetime, writing is great fun to me.

Currently, my goal is to write 30K words by the end of August. (I started this goal back in June.) I'm decently on track right now, which I'm very pleased about!

[thecraftyfoxthewriterscorner]

Improving Your Writing Habits When Time Is the Limit

A few tips for getting some writing in when you don’t have a lot of time.

Hi Story Crafters,

This is a little late, but happy 2024! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season, and spent some time relaxing and recharging the writing part of their brain.

I’d like to start off by thanking all of my current subscribers for their continued support of this newsletter—I couldn’t publish these posts without you! Please bear with me as I get back into the habit of sending out this newsletter more frequently and consistently.

As a way to get back into the swing of things (me with the newsletter, and maybe you, with your writing), this post will be a remix of a couple of my earliest posts:

5 Tips for Developing a Daily Writing Habit

Developing a Daily Writing Habit Recap: Taking a Break

Now for the remix:

I’ve found the tips below (a few of which may sound familiar) helpful with improving my own writing habits over the past few weeks. Hopefully, you find a couple of them useful too!

✨Try to write every day.

Try to write every day, even if it’s just 1 sentence or even just a fragment of one. Sometimes the hardest part of writing is just starting. As long as you have something written on the page, you can build on it; and it might feel easier to do so as the days go by!

✨Write ugly—or, you know, have fun!

Don’t worry too much about connecting sentences or even ideas together. Don’t worry if they’re in chronological order, if there are repetitive words, etc. Some days getting words on the page will feel like pulling teeth; on others, you’ll feel like everything is falling in place, and the writing will be fun. In any case, just set the goal of getting your thoughts and ideas down—or if you’re feeling up to it, a whole scene!

✨Try to have 1-2 days a week where you can sit down and write.

Try to have 1-2 days where you can sit down with the ideas, sentences, and/or fragments you wrote over the course of the week and try to connect them. This might take the form of writing a paragraph, a scene, or even an entire chapter. The goal is to weave everything into a cohesive story. Often I end up writing more and writing longer than planned, so I try to set aside a big chunk of time.

✨Try to read what you previously wrote before you start writing again.

Reading what you last wrote (which, hopefully, was the day before) can help rev up the writing part of your brain, making you excited to keep on writing and/or giving you ideas on how to keep writing. They’re pretty much the same thing, honestly. Try not to edit too much when you use this technique, unless doing so will help you continue writing the current narrative.

✨Find inspiration wherever possible.

This could mean watching movies or TV shows that are the same genre as your writing project, or share similar characters, plot devices, or other story elements. This might mean researching certain topics like historical events, investigative techniques, first aid techniques, fight scenes, etc. And it might also mean finding techniques you’d like to use in your own writing, like comedic dialogue, tragic narratives, certain plot twists etc.—though in this case, you’ll want to find examples of books that use those techniques effectively, so you can analyze how the authors pulled off those techniques.

That’s all I’ve got for now! I’ve also got some news for this spring…

❇️ Upcoming Event: #RevPit 2024

If you’ve got a finished manuscript and are planning to pursue traditional publishing, consider submitting your manuscript to this year’s #RevPit! Manuscripts of all genres, audiences, and lengths are welcome. I’ll be participating as a #RevPit editor this year alongside several other fantastic editors.

In the months leading up to #RevPit there will be events where you can meet the editors and even submit your query package for brief feedback (You can check out the most recent #10Queries event here.)

Check out the event schedule below:

Twitter/X: https://x.com/reviseresub/status/1747255382320533918?s=46&t=jIkStnxyKeaXgs-crC42IA

Please remember that all #RevPit events have been moved to Reddit! You can find the #RevPit event Reddit post here.

Until next time!

Best,

Leah

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Weight-Loss Journey 2025 III

3 Months in

Today has been a slightly bitter sweet one and potentially why I have been subconsciously been putting off writing this update. A promise to myself to do this is what has gotten these fingers moving.

So, the update.

This month has been a busy one, and I honestly can see why people hide away to stay committed to weight loss. I had so many social events planned for this month, and I already knew that they would derail me a bit. It's not my strongest suit to deny myself a good time with friends. Especially when I have not seen them in a long while. But even so I stayed fairly committed to the days I didn't have engagements on. I have completed 17 workouts since our last update. I am still working out twice a day when I do workout and if the wasn't a reason to only do one. Doing strength training in the early afternoon and cardio in the evening. I want to change it so that weight lifting is done at 8am and cardio around 1 or 2 pm.

Sadly, I started smoking again after I lost my job in the latest company layoffs. That set me back a few days, but I didn't let it keep me too distracted from the overall goal.

I did end up increasing my daily calories. From 1500 to 2000. This has led to the scale going up this month as opposed to down. That and potentially the fact that I have been doing a lot of weekend drinking and celebratory eating this month as well. But I did remain conscious of my food and drink choices. Picking lower-calorie and low-sugar drink options and not overindulging in food. Protein is something I also did not make a focus this month. I would say most days, I did continue to increase my intake, but I don't have a consistent tally of protein over the month. My sugar intake as taken a turn for the worst as well, but not a bad as it has in the past. I am more conscious of it and I am back to low sugar and no added sugar when possible.

Sleep habits have kind of taken a back seat this month, but I will say I have been feeling more well rested lately. But I haven't been consciously thinking about bedtimes and wake-up times. But it is still something I am going to focus on more in the coming month as I would like to move my natural waking time, which is currently 8am to about 730am. This way I could be doing my strength training by 8-830am and on to the rest of my day.

All things consider I think I survived my month of engagements pretty well. But next month we are back to full time weight loss focus. What we will be changing in the coming month. I am planning to take on my own version of the 75 Hard Challenge. If you don't know what it is please do a quick google search. I will likely break down my method and how chose to approach it in next months update, but a big part of that will be implementing the raw vegan diet of the duration of the 75 days. I am kind of excited about that but I need to remain conscious of my caloric intake during this time as I would still like to continue to eat 2000 calories and keep a higher amount of protein.

I think this months focus is going to be on consistancy. With all that go derailed during the month of March I want to make up for in it in a since by getting back on track and staying committed to my new life changes. I can already see how some of the habits have started this year are taking form in my life with less effort and I want to see that get better.

Last Month Stats:

Age: 35

Height: 60 in / 152.4 cm

Weight: 171 lbs / 77.5 kg

Body Measurements:

-- Bust: 39.25 in / 99.7cm

-- Waist: 33 in / 83.8 cm

-- Hips: 43 in / 109.33 cm

BMI: 33.4 *based on this site

5K Time: 46 minutes

Current Stats:

Age: 35

Height: 60 in / 152.4 cm

Weight: 177 lbs / 80.28 kg

Body Measurements:

-- Bust: 40.5 in (+1.25in) / 102.87 cm (+3.17cm)

-- Waist: 33 in (-0cm) / 83.8 cm (-0cm)

-- Hips: 43.5 in (+0.5in) / 110.49 cm (+1.19cm)

BMI: 34.6 *based on this site

5K Time: N/A

Goal Weight by birthday:

Weight: 130 lbs / 59 kg

Just a last word. Yes I gained in many areas of my weight loss goals this past month but I was prepared for it. I knew increasing the calories would potentially do that and with not working out as consistant as I had been it was honestly inevitable. What is more important though is getting back on track and not letting little set backs like inconsistancy and the scale turn you off.

** Why in increase calories you may ask. I stumbled into the part of the web that talks about Total Daily Energy Expediture or TDEE. With my two daily workouts and my natural calorie burn each day I was estimated to have been burning roughly 2400-2500 calories and only eating 1500-1700. That was quite a deficient. One that was potentially keeping my body in starvation mode. By increasing my calories it is likely that my body can finally feel as though it is getting the replenishment of energy it needs and hopefully begin to release the weight. I will possible do a more indepth blog on this topic in the future as it is one that really peaked my interest and could potentially help others if the have also struggled with their weight.

***Imagines are compared to the first months images

[jnginlov]

sticky by kiss of life

you and san have been enjoying your summer fling but for his birthday the only gift he wants is for you two to last, sticking together past this casual phase

⇀ pairing san x reader

⇀ genre fluff

⇀ style one-shot

⇀ word count 1.75k

⇀ warnings kissing, allusions to hooking up, skinship, shirtless san

note happy san day, i thought i would continue the little birthday song fic theme i started with mingi last year and i also wish so badly i could be at the beach rn so here's this

the sun is still high in the sky when you open your eyes, using your hands in front of your face to shield the glare off the ocean waves as the umbrella above your head casts a shadow over your form. as you yawn and stretch, the warmth of the sand underneath the towel you're laying on trying to urge you back into your slumber, you take a brief look at your surroundings, trying to resituate yourself on the expanse of shoreline and managing to spot the recognizable silhouette of san, the man you'd come here with. you weren't sure what exactly he was doing, your eyes still adjusting to the midday light, but you didn't particularly mind, just enjoying the opportunity to admire his shirtless form from afar.

san seems to feel your gaze on him, turning away from his current focus to wave excitedly at you. you can see the silhouette of a sand structure, a bit lopsided and already crumbling, when san moves aside. a few shells shine against the sun on top of the smaller piles of sand and, once your eyes adjust, you can see a stick with some seaweed wrapped around the end sticking straight out of the largest formation. san seems extremely proud of what you imagine he'd refer to as a "sandcastle", gesturing confidently toward it.

you're not sure how to react, san awkwardly too far for you to verbally respond, but he doesn't seem to care as he immediately starts to make his way toward you, eagerly stomping through the soft sand.

"how was your nap?" he asks with a smile, collapsing unceremoniously onto the towel next to you. he leans over to give you a casual peck on your cheek and you try to ignore the flutter in the pit of your stomach. luckily the heat of the day already has your skin warm to the touch and so your blush goes unnoticed by san.

"restful," you sigh with content, "how long was i asleep?" you reach for your phone to get a look at the time.

"long enough for me to build you the perfect castle," san replies with a giggle. "move in ready," he adds with a wide smile at you, dimples on full display.

"not sure a castle is in my budget," you entertain him with a grin of your own, moving to place your phone back into your bag and rummaging around for the bottle of sunscreen, sure both of you could use a reapplication.

"well only 5 oyster shells a month for a 12 bedroom 14 bath seems like a steal to me," he reasons with a shrug, running his hand through his hair to move some of the loose strands that had been stuck to his forehead. his gaze doesn't brake away from you even as you focus your attention fulling on looking into your beach bag, a habit of his you've begun to notice even more recently as you both spend increasing time together.

"why wouldn't you live there too? sure is a lot of bedrooms for just one person," you comment without much thought at the nature of the remark. 

san doesn't immediately respond and his silence causes you to bring your attention back to the man sat next to you. he seems to be trying to avoid your own gaze, looking back toward the main land where food trucks and sweet treat stands line the pavement. he seems suddenly more thoughtful, smile gone and eyes narrowed, and you notice the red glow of his cheeks, trying to distinguish if it's simply from his time in the sun but you don't get a chance to comment on it as he's suddenly standing.

"i'm in the mood for something sweet, want anything?" he asks abruptly, still not meeting your eyes as he grabs the white button up and sunglasses he'd discarded on the sand when you'd first arrived.

you furrow a brow at his sudden eagerness to distance himself while he slips the items on.

"uh surprise me."

and with that he's leaving you to wonder what just happened.

thinking back to your conversation you almost groan audibly when you realize what you'd said. you and san were just casual, having met last summer while you were both staying the summer here at namhae. you'd hooked up a couple times back the , after friends’ parties and such, but this summer you'd seen your connection escalate. you weren't technically in a relationship, never going on official dates or truly talking about what you were, but you certainly acted cozy. part of that was simply in san's nature, always a fan of pda, but it mostly seemed to be a natural element of whatever this little fling was. however, your comment about living together seemed certainly to snap him out of the hazy bubble of this summer fever you'd wrapped yourselves in.

the sudden awareness of your slip up casts your own mind into a frenzy of thought. why had you said what you did? obviously, the two of you living together conjured thoughts of romance and long-term affection, and that was not at all what you had now. was it?

was this little thing you shared made to last?

thinking back on the summer you'd already shared, every other minute spent together, sharing passionate kisses in front of the orange sunset and exploring the coastal town hand in hand. who could fault you for imagining a world in which you could continue on like this forever? how much longer could you two do this before you fell in love?

"the gelato truck was here," san says suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he holds a cone of the creamy dessert out to you. "sorry, it melted a bit on the way here," he apologizes sheepishly when you accept the dripping cone.

he no longer seems to be avoiding your gaze as he sits down with his own paper cup of italian ice, eyes sparkling as he watches you try your gelato.

"we need to reapply," you comment remembering you were still holding the bottle of sunscreen and shaking it gently.

"once we're done," san nods, "we're okay under the umbrella for right now."

a silence settles between you as you both eat, swapping bites every so often and just listening to the waves crash against the shore. you try not to slip into a thought spiral, worrying about whether you are starting to develop deeper, unrequited feelings for your summer fling. you try to analyze him subtly, but san seems as relaxed as ever, like nothing had happened. maybe its just the birthday effect.

"do you want to do something fancy for dinner? wooyoung said that place just down the road is good," you suggest. "you could invite the boys. i'm sure drinks would be on hongjoong."

he hums and for a moment you think it's in thought until you see hes adjusting his position, placing his empty paper cup into your little trash bag and laying on his side. "you don't like my cooking?" he asks teasingly, having told you earlier today that he wants to cook for you tonight.

"you shouldn't have to cook on your birthday," you reply with a roll of your eyes, crunching on the last of your cone.

san only shrugs, "i like cooking."

silence settles once more over you two and you tap gently against the sunscreen, thinking of how else you might get him to do something he might enjoy more than simply laying on the beach with you.

"why don't we go do something more exciting, ya know? something more celebratory," you suggest, placing the sunscreen back on the ground next to you.

san rolls onto his back, hands behind his head with his eyes closed, and releases a gentle sigh. "i like what we're doing now," he says before cracking one eye open to look at you. "can't the birthday boy pick what he wants to do on his own birthday?" he asks with a teasing smirk, one eye still closed.

you scoff lightly, turning away from him so that he won't see the blush dusting your cheeks. "i just don't want you wasting all your time with me," you explain and although you're talking about today specifically, it's strongly implied that you mean in general, throughout the summer. sure you've each spent time with other friends but even group hangouts would turn into you both in your own world in the corner.

"hey," san's voice is gentle but his touch is even gentler as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, causing you to look back toward him. "my time with you is never wasted," he says earnestly, eyes staring deeply into your own.

for a moment you hold your breath, ready for him to say something else, but if he had more words they never come, instead releasing your wrist and gesturing for you to lay down with him, an invitation you accept with little hesitance. you easily tuck into his side, allowing his arm to support your head like a pillow.

"can i at least get you a gift?" you ask under your breath, your urge to fight starting to fade.

you think that san doesn't hear you at first, continuing his slow even breaths beside you, but as you open your mouth to ask again he shifts to face you.

"stick with me," he says quickly.

you aren't sure if its a question or a request and so you furrow your brows at the man whose face is only inches from your own.

"go out with me," he says when he sees your confusion. "officially."

your lips part slightly in surprise and you quickly search his features to evaluate his honesty, but all you can see is the blush on his cheeks and the sparkle of hope in his eyes.

"when?" you ask, a little breathless as san leans even closer to your face, if that was even possible.

"i have tickets to the carnival tomorrow," he explains, "it can be our first date."

you can only nod, swallowing thickly, before san closes the distance and his lips are on yours.

you've kissed plenty of times before, but this one feels different, with the promise of more on his lips and the sticky gelato left over on yours mixing to form the sweetest feeling in your chest.

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note hopefully you enjoyed, wrote this kinda quick so excuse any mistakes

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[adt3]

Karma is my pet

28 March 2024

All of us have at some point in our lives witnessed the existence of karma. Karma is true—really, truly true! Let me tell you what Karma is truly called for those of you who are still trying to figure it out. According to Google's definition, it is the culmination of an individual's good and bad deeds throughout their current and past life stages, which are thought to have an impact on their future. I am aware that you were also unaware of this, since karma a bitch (don't smile) 🤦‍♀️. Karma accumulates on three basic levels, as we have previously seen: mental oscillations, chemical reactions, and experiences. The unconscious mind's external expression is the sensory body. A vast archive of karmic memory governs the unconscious mind. This karmic memory continues to show itself without your consent. Being an unconscious manifestation, it gives you the appearance of being a huge mess. However, if you give it some thought, it might be really helpful knowledge. Three forms of karma exist: kriyamana, also known as agami, sanchita, and prarabadha. While agami karma is the outcome of one's current decisions and acts, parabi karma is experienced via the present body and is merely a portion of sanchita karma, which is the sum of one's past karmas. Karma isn't really related to rewards and punishments. It has nothing to do with some tyrannical life auditor operating on rudimentary carrot and stick equipment in the sky.

It's got nothing to do with some nice god high in the sky. It's as simple as "as you sow, so shall you reap." The only trick you should be aware of is brainstorming.

I can recall every instance in my life where I felt a lot of karma. I am appreciative of my parents since they constantly serve me a reminder of KARMA. Few people who are close to me frequently curious about how this process functions and what consequences result from constantly acting in the right path. As I am too young to answer because I have to discover a lot so for now all I know is that sometime things are done badly so that you might learn from it, and we then ask ourselves, "Why me?" in response to the question of why we exist. The truth is that everyone works hard. Everybody is growing every day and everyone is suffering in their  सफर. Rather than crying to God, one must be prepared to learn from their experiences and emotions.

Recalling the day of my life when I experienced the real karma, I wrote few lines that says –

I doubt that I am who I am. I've evolved over time into someone who is essentially just a walking corpse that has been contaminated by the ruins of all the individuals I've already met and will continue to encounter.

I'm not the one doing anything I do, thinking, choosing, saying, or speaking in a certain way.

I think the people we have encountered throughout our lives have shaped each of us into the people we are now. Sometimes we take on someone else's accent, eating habits, song preferences, cafe preferences, places and dreams, dressing style, advice on how to look good on ourselves, perspective on the world, and manner of Everything about us—the way we enjoy the outdoors, our spirituality, beliefs, and superstitions, how we build relationships or choose to be alone, how we view other people, the songs we listen to, the lyrics, the emotions they evoke, our feelings of rage and anxiety, our habits, our characters—is shaped by the people we spend our formative years with, part ways with, or devote our energies to.

I'm trying to convey that you should be careful while investing in something or someone. For it's not only that we impact them; they also affect us. Make sure to concentrate on what you will become rather than what you currently desire. Desires never go away, but your inner vitality does.

In conjunction, we become what we are with.

Love & Peace on your way! ❤️

[tiffanymmull]

Week 2.

I wrapped up week no. one of my mini cut with a loss of exactly one pound. Is this representation of a true pound of fat, or is it the result of decreased inflammation from a healthier, more consistent routine throughout the week? Either way, it is indication that the choices made this week were in support of my goals, resulting in eagerness to continue moving forward with healthier habits.

I kicked off the week with a full body lift, a Peloton ride, and 15 minutes to follow in the sauna. On Tuesday I got in a workout at OT after coaching, which was the final day of "Hell Week." A sneaky little game of paper, rock, scissors, resulted in over 50 reps of dumbbell squat cleans, and all-out hill climbs on the treadmills. Tuesdays are for two-a-days, so I got in an upper body workout that focused primarily on shoulders, followed with another 15-minute sauna session. Wednesday afternoon I hit legs with a focus on quads, and another sauna session for 20-minutes. Thursday morning after coaching, I got in a group workout at OT and wouldn't you know the first half on the weight floor was a lower body block. I kept the weights light so my legs could withstand the sprints on the rower and tread after heavy legs the day before. Friday and Saturday were my rest days this week, and this morning's workout included skill training with an emphasis on hang cleans and front squats. I hope to get in another 20 minutes in the sauna this evening to wrap up my sweat sessions for the week.

As I mentioned in my last post regarding nutrition, getting in adequate protein each day is top priority. Last week, lean ground beef was my main go-to, and this week I added in eggs, turkey sausage, and fish. Protein powder is supplemented almost daily when I'm coaching or on the go, usually in the form of a latte or a Fairlife shake. My carb sources are currently coming from fruit, and reserved for pre and post workout. In my final meal of the day I am allowing for starchier carbohydrates combined with vegetables. My last cut (which was this same time last year), had the exact opposite approach. I chose starchier carbohydrates surrounding my workouts, and eliminated almost all fruits with the exception of berries and apples. Why the change if one approach seemed to work well in the past? Well, I'm a nutritional science nerd. I love learning how foods affect me differently, and you can almost always guarantee there will be some differences along the way.

There is no one approach to nutrition that works for everyone, whether it be for fat loss or muscle building. I have experimented with multiple dietary avenues ranging from vegetarian to paleo, intuitive eating to macro-tracking, intermittent fasting to carb-cycling, and every single approach can be successful if consuming whole, unprocessed foods, consistently. In fact, one approach could yield better results at one point in your life, depending on training structure and design, where as another may be more suited when a few years older, or lifestyle changes are made. We are all ever-evolving, and nutritional guidelines for each individual often require change to accommodate differences. As for me, I simply love the experimentation of it all.

One question I always get asked when trying to lean down a bit, "Do you allow for a cheat meal, and alcohol?" Throughout the week I prefer to keep a regimen and routine, but If it's the weekend and I have plans, I will allow for something a bit more flexible. I do my best however to remain mindful of my goals. If I have an evening out, I opt for Mezcal or Titos, or light beer, and I keep it to three or less. I try to keep added sugar to an absolute minimum, so I save naturally sweetened treats for the weekends, which then feels like an indulgence. I also trade out my protein lattes for coffee shop lattes with sugar-free sweeteners. I avoid fast food unless it's Starbucks egg white bites, but I will go out to a meal for sit-down dining.

My daily rituals of grounding, 10,000+ steps, breath-work, and talks with Jesus remain constant, so now I'm looking to incorporate a couple more habits: sleeping with my phone in another room, and being inverted at minimum, three to five minutes each day....because what could it hurt.

[ygg-yiggles]

Old Art: Inktober 2022, part 1

I have participated in Inktober since 2019, on Twitter up until now. To breathe some life into my blog here, I'll post my work from past years over the next few days, along with my thoughts and explanations where relevant, using the more long-form format of tumblr to its advantage. Please mind this small content warning before you continue reading: Some of what I drew for this quite odd and creepy, and in at least one case (day 14), arguably gory. Keep this in mind as you read and view the art.

Day 1: Gargoyle This one was fun. I did a poor job of making it actually look like it was perched on the wall and the wall itself was a pain, ultimately resulting in something kind of halfassed and iffy looking, but still, I had fun with it, and I think the gaping red maw looks pretty decent, all things considered. I used a grey ink--if I recall, it was Noodler's Lexington Gray--for this one, though only sparingly.

Day 2: Scurry Some of the anatomy is screwy here, in particular the catgirl's hands are all kinds of gnarly in ways I didn't intend. Ink is unforgiving. These aren't really meant to be any characters in particular, but I was probably influenced a little by Nazrin from Touhou Project and undeniably heavily inspired by Maekawa Miku from The Idolm@ster Cinderella Girls. You might immediately notice two things about this image: firstly that it is clearly more true to the color of the paper and secondly that the left edge curves away, gets blurry, and has a bit of a shadow. Day 1's drawing was simply captured by my phone camera, but I used my scanner for this one. That took time to set up (I have a bad habit of putting things on top of the machine and I have to reposition the whole thing because the USB-B cable I have is too short), so I didn't always use it. There's another scanner now, though, which I can use much more easily.

Day 3: Bat GAHHH why did I go right back to the phone camera? Oh well. The anatomy here is really poor especially around the legs, but I tried to be a little more dynamic with the pose than I usually would be. Evidently, I didn't properly plan this from the beginning, since the torso is on a somewhat different perspective plane than it should be. Oh well, not everything works out as you'd want it.

Day 4: Scallop I love drawing spooky little creatures. Here, we see a sea scallop, but with spindly arms and legs. This is only slightly more monstrous than what live sea scallops actually look like. Did you know they have like 200 eyes, all lined up in a row along the edge of the "mouth"? Crazy. There's also a moray eel in entirely imaginary colors here. It seems about as freaked out by the scallop creature as is appropriate.

Day 5: Flame Dragon girl! I should really put this under the scanner someday. Overall I mostly like how this turned out, though I clearly had no clue what to do with the breasts. Probably should have grabbed some references.

Day 6: Bouquet This time, the gnarly fingers were absolutely intentional. Here we see an elder vampire or something, perhaps some other kind of aged fantasy man, enjoying several flowers. I think they were based upon a couple specific real flowers, but I can't quite recall exactly what they were.

Day 7: Trip This is one I'm really glad I went through the trouble to use the scanner for. There are certainly things that could have been improved, but overall, I'm still quite proud of this one. Two girls on a road trip in an Autobianchi Bianchina, stopped on the side of the road for... I dunno, looking at the scenery, I guess. I don't know if that car was ever sold in this color, but it's what color I'd want one in.

Day 8: Match Matching outfit elves. The anatomy and basic geometry of this one was completely unsalvageable by the time I realized what was going on. Alas, at least it was properly scanned.

Day 9: Nest Sometimes you go into a drawing with an image in your head that's too complex to hold for long and when you zoom in in your mind to look at the details, you lose it. Ultimately, though, when I look at it now, that worked out better than if I had faithfully rendered every piece of trash in the garbage heap that this giant, mechanical bird-thing has built. Seriously, this looks way better than I remember it looking. I also used the grey ink here again, I think to much better effect than with the gargoyle.

Day 10: Crabby Crabby child, crab hat, "Feelin' Crabulous!" shirts. Not much more to say other than wow that mom character looks weird. I think I did a pretty decent job of depicting a child in the middle of a tantrum over god-knows-what here.

Day 11: Eagle A man and his concerningly large eagle. If I recall, this was meant to depict a Haast's eagle, an extinct species from what is now New Zealand. Or at the very least it was mostly inspired by that. In other words, it's completely nonsensical for a man in a heavy coat, fur hat, and snow goggles to have one as his companion, but somehow it just felt right. I used a bunch of different colors of brown micron and even fountain pen ink for this, and I think the effect turned out well.

Day 12: Forget Creepy creatures what take your brain out and make you forget things. The head being comically outsized compared to the rest of the body was actually intentional here--I felt the strange proportions would further bring focus to the point of the action and also just make the whole scene feel even weirder.

Day 13: Kind More weirdo creatures. I thought it'd be fun to depict kindness between alien things rather than more easily relatable humans or animals. This color palette also happens to be enjoyable to me. This is another one featuring some fountain pen inks, but I can't recall what they were.

Day 14: Empty Yeah, this one is pretty gross and freaky. Sorry about that. But hey, that was the idea. Mission accomplished, right? If I remember correctly, this one included Diamine Oxblood ink, to get that fleshy cavern look.

Day 15: Armadillo Yep, it's Tarkus. As in, the album by Emerson, Lake & Palmer. I guess you could consider this a gijinka? The nameplate thing bearing the day number and prompt is based on the colors of the ground in the album art.

..And that's it for now. I'll do days 16-31 tomorrow or the next day, depending on how much I can think of to write about those. If you made it this far, thanks for reading and for looking at my art.

[ylizam]

oh hey it’s a 2kBi!teen not-resolutions list! things I want to do this year include:

continue writing a bit (even just a single word) every day (started in November, and it’s been working so why change it?)

continue regular writing-outside-the-house dates (currently Tues/Sun)

get stronger (work toward this goal counts)

this includes getting a new therapist

plus going to the gym with @lastkodachrome (starting at 1x/week to get into the habit, since that worked with outside-the-house writing)

make Liam Neeson fight a wolf (plan forthcoming)

go out to dinner / drinks by myself while I’m in the UK in March instead of careening from Doing Things directly to takeaways in my hotel room

(takeaway on a park bench or in my room being a thing I am prone to do while traveling solo, which I enjoy right until mealtime)

p.s. I’ll be in the UK the last week of March (tentatively going to Conwy for a couple of days and then London for a few more, but other than theatre plans in London Fri/Sat nights nothing’s set in stone) if anyone wants to meet up or send me recs or whatever

finish the following writing projects:

the last tango in halifax au

(to kill celia off or not to kill celia off, that is the etc.)

five people serena campbell didn’t fall in love with, etc.

(first the epic serena through the years rewatch! then profit!)

start(/finish or at least put in solid work on) the following writing projects:

other fic, as inspired, etc.

(no, not the kate stewart adventures)

keep up with weekly berena fix, also write unfilled asks

one of the original fiction ideas

probably exes reunited by the whims of a casting director

backburner: exorcist nuns, 1920s hollywood marriage of convenience 

be more social (online counts)

transfer the rest of my fic to AO3 

including the stuff I never migrated over from LJ, wow

take a pastry making and/or decorating class

scritch cats and tell them they’re pretty at least 1x/day