#fuck it friday but on Wedneday

[quordleona03]

WIP game

So, I was tagged by @marley-manson to post a snippet of my WIP in progress, and a scorching July seems appropriate for this Christmas in Missouri moment:

Mildred ran Christmas like a four-ring circus. Madge, Evelyn, and Jeannie were the other ringmasters. "I made eggnog," Mildred offered. She poured him a glass.

"Does Cory still collect stamps?" "I don't know," Mildred said. "He did last year. Better save the good stamps for him just in case. Oh, I'm expecting a call from Evelyn about Christmas Eve, so would you field it and tell her I'll talk to her after supper?"

"I'll tell her we'll have Christmas Eve on 24th December no matter what she has planned, and you'll talk to her tomorrow," Sherman said. "I have plans for after supper."

Mildred beamed at him. "I never get tired of hearing that," she said, and handed him the eggnog. "We'll be eating inside an hour."

Madge had always come to Mildred for Christmas since her Bill had died, and since Evelyn was grown and married and Jeannie married Tom, as Mildred had noted kindly, she'd been planning family Christmases with Madge for thirty years when they couldn't count on him even being home for Christmas, and now they had a daughter and daughter-in-law, each with families of their own. Logistics and planning were Mildred's job. Sherman got the small chores. Like cinnamon, and addresses.

The snug was where Sherman smoked cigars and where they both watched television, though Mildred was talking about getting a bigger set for the sitting-room. The sofa facing the television was just big enough for two, and the other half at this moment held nothing more exciting than a pile of empty envelopes with address, and the Christmas card address book, and a spare envelope to save any interesting stamps for Cory, just in case. He was fourteen now, after all -

Sherman mentally corrected himself. Cory was now sixteen. He'd be going to college in two years. Well, he would be if his grandfather had anything to say about it. Boys who didn't go to college were getting handed draft notices awfully fast these days, and Sherman had been given reason to remember what could happen to boys who got drafted to a war that wasn't a war.

The telephone rang at his elbow. Sherman picked it up. "Hello, sweetheart," he said.

"Darling. Hello." said a very damn familiar and unexpected voice.

"Hawkeye!" Sherman nearly dropped the phone. "I was expecting - I thought you were my daughter - " "I always thought I was like a son to you," Hawkeye said. "But daughter, fine, I can do that too. How are you?"

"Fine, fine," Sherman said. "We're all fine here. How are you?"

The rules: post a snippet of one of your WIPs. The tagged:

@bbjkrss-blog @machihunnicutt @jaelijn @allcanonisrelative @cplredberet

[littlespoonevan]

fuck it friday

so bASICALLY @elvensorceress tagged me in temptation tuesday and @mellaithwen tagged me in wip wedneday and i saw both of them too late to post on the designated days therefore here is an amalgamation of the two in which you get the list of fics i lowkey want to write and a snippet from my current wip lmao

potential wips:

hercules au - bc amy brought it up again last week and liSTEN the plot is Very appealing with 911 characters even if i’m still not sure of some of the logistics skdjafh

miss congeniality au - i am being 100% serious when i say that this enters my brain at least once a week every week since i first thought of it. it can Work, okay??? i’ve figured it out eddie is undercover and buck is the contestant with the sunshine smile that takes a shine to him, i’ve got the backstory i can make it all fit together!!!!!!

eddie diaz; secret romantic - basically i saw a gifset from past is prologue and it reminded me i wanted to write a fic about how eddie diaz is in fact secretly a romance fiend who loves love but i never got around to it before

current wip snippet:

“How are you really feeling, Eddie?” she asks. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Eddie hangs his head, letting out a weary sigh, before coming to sit beside her. “Do I have much of a choice?”

“You always have a choice,” Pepa tuts. “Don’t let your parents make you think you don’t.”

“I always knew what my life would be, Tía. This isn’t some cruel twist of fate handed down by the universe. It’s my duty – to my family, to this kingdom.”

“And what about your duty to yourself?” she asks quietly and Eddie looks away.

He takes a moment to rally himself before he can manage to smile at her again. “I’ve gotten everything I want from life already. Christopher is enough. I don’t need anything else.”

Pepa watches him with something that could be pity on anyone else. From her, it’s just an overwhelming sense of empathy and love. She reaches out to pat his cheek and Eddie marvels – as he always does – at the way the casual affection he shares with his aunt and his grandmother never comes as easily with his parents.

“Protect yourself, Eddie,” she murmurs, a quiet request. “Please. For me. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’ll be fine,” he promises, lifting a hand to cover Pepa’s with his own where it still rests on his cheek. “I’m sure the Buckleys will be more than hospitable.”

tagging @mellaithwen again (to make her write lol 🌸) @elvensorceress again 💕 @fcntasmas @buckactuallys @henswilsons @capseycartwright @hattalove and anyone else who wants to!!

[wack-ashimself]

Thanksgiving thirstfest...

(for the worst of us who make people work on a day, regardless of shitty history, as an excuse to see our family)

Black Friday. Kill each other to save $50. That's 'sanity'.

Small business saturday: watch the people who can't offer you big business deals act like they still don't fucking care about the end profit.

Sunday (still open): <My dad said something with restaurants. I said Sandwich Sunday. We are still open for options. lol>

Cyber Monday: Hey lazy fuck heads; we will help in all of those adjectives, you lazy fuck heads.

<JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT?> Travel Tuesdays. Air flights, hotels, vacation spots, rental cars, etc... discounts. SINCE WHEN?!

Now unto wednedays....whose got an idea?

Might as well act like every day is about buying useless shit to give this monetary system a fucking soul....

are any of us really happy with buying shit being a definition of life?

[prettyyoungtragedy]

Every morning you go to use the treadmill in the training room You keep catching Bucky staring at your body.

Ahh James Buchanan Barnes being a pervy hoe. ok. LOL

A/N: Idk why this made me laugh writing it. It’s SO silly! lol hope you guys enjoy it, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. Sorry to the person who requested it! :D

PS: its going to be sort of a Bucky POV and the Reader insert POV :)

Warnings: Its kind of smutty? or like SFW smut? idk if thats a thing. It’s nothing hectic I promise,

Disclaimer: I dont own this gif, credit to its original owner. 

06H00 - Tuesday

Bucky is wrapping his hands up to spar with Steve, who stands nearby chatting to Tony. It’s early, too early for most people to be awake, that’s why he likes to use the gym so early. No one o bother him while he works out. He hates the stares and the whispers he gets sometimes. 

But that’s not his favorite part of working out so early in the morning. She is. She is in those black shorts and that fucking neon yellow sports bra. He watches her discreetly as she walks into the gym, tying her hair up. She always look so pretty, he thought to himself as he paused his action to look her over. 

She walks passed him, saying a quick good morning before she goes towards the functional area to stretch. Her body is so ridiculously toned, Bucky shifts as he sees her lift her hands over her head, and take a deep breath. Muscles moving and shifting showing off her definition more. 

He swallows hard,when she rolls her head and shoulders, closing her eyes. the morning sunlight hitting her pretty face perfectly. She looked stunning. Bucky drops his gaze for a moment and tries to focus on the task at hand but he can’t keep his gaze away from her for too long. And he looks up again, almost chocking on his own spit.

She is bending over, stretching out her legs but she is in the most compromising position and Bucky’s mind is immediately filled with thought’s of him having her in that position in his bedroom. 

Mentally shouting at himself Bucky drags his gaze away, and back to Steve. He can already feel the rising situation on his gym shorts. Well fucking done Barnes, He thought to himself with a soft groan. 

His gaze flits back to her once more, and she’s in the downward dog position. the arch of her back, so smooth, so delicate, he bites his lip, feeling himself get ore aroused. 

Why did she have to be so fucking distracting.

Every morning you had the same ritual, wake up, stretch, hit the treadmill for a 8 mile run. It was a routine that helped your mind, helped orientate you day. Also every morning Bucky Barnes was in the gym and you absolutely loved watching him work out. 

He was built like a brick shit house, and by god he was hot. You made sure to be discreet about the whole thing, you didn’t want him thinking you were a pervert. Plus Steve usually worked out shirtless with Bucky so that just made the whole thing even more delicious. 

Sometimes it was hard to concentrate on what you were doing around him. whether Bucky did it consciously or not, he flustered you. You hadn’t mustered the courage to talk to him just yet, or you had and you were just afraid of rejection from him at this point. which was such a silly way of thinking but hey, that was your brain. 

Today was no different, you walk in and spot him across the gym. Sitting on one of the benches, in that ridiculously tight black t-shirt, dark hair falling into his eyes as he worked on his hand wraps. Obviously you walk in his direction, an unnecessary action but you do it anyway. Coyly greeting him as you walked passed him. 

You can feel his gaze on you when you begin your morning stretches before your work out, from the corner of your eye. You can see his face, and its actually priceless. 

08H00 Wedneday

The cold  spray of water on his muscles was exactly what he needed to relax. Bucky’s mind was betraying him with thoughts he could not control. He needed to clear his mind, empty out all the thoughts of her, it was frustrating him more than he cared to admit. Steve had made them all do functional training and he paired Bucky up with her, it was a disaster for him. But once again, his mind betrays him as he stands under the cold water. 

‘Her chest is heaving, sweat trickles down her cleavage. her eyes are alight with adrenaline as she dances on the balls of her feet. moving in a circle, round him. Bucky can’t take his eyes off her, the way her body moves, the shift of her delicate frame whenever she dodges one of his maneuvers, the way her laugh is like music to his ears whenever she lands a hit on him. He is letting her win, he loves seeing her dominate him, its such a rush. It’s her smile, and her laugh, and the silly taunts she keeps throwing his way, that just make him shiver with lust for her. 

Without warning she launched herself at him while he was distracted by her eyes, and ended up winding him. Bucky fell backwards and she landed on his chest. Straddling him. 

“Do better, Soldier.” She said, sultrily with a smirk before she got off him. 

Those three words, just fucking set his entire existence alight.’

“Fuck!” Bucky muttered when he felt himself getting aroused thinking about her again. He angrily shuts off the water and gets out the shower, grabbing his towel and drying himself off before he got dressed. 

14H00 Thursday

You were sitting near the steps of the pool, with Sam and Wanda. The three of you arguing over who had won the latest round of laps you were racing. Sam of course argued that he had won, while Wanda stated she touched the wall first, but you knew you won without a doubt. That didn’t stop you from adding fuel to the fire though. 

“Sam, you’re literally the heaviest person I know.” You laughed when he claimed he was light as a feather and moved faster than you and Wanda. 

“I just have big thighs okay, I squat all day every day!” He boasted, making both of you just laugh harder at him. 

You were about to reply when you see Bucky walk into the Natatorium, he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. his gaze was fixed upon the phone in his hand. Bucky was shirtless and wore a pair of black shorts, his towel slung over his right shoulder, you had rarely seen him shirtless. The scars on his left shoulder where metal met flesh were so prominent it made you feel guilty for some reason. but the rest of him was just, 220 pounds of rock hard muscle and it was hard not to stare at him. 

Bucky stopped short when he saw the three of you sitting at the pool, his gaze jumped between the three of you. Sam breaking the ice first by standing up and sauntering over to his friend. 

The pair began to converse with each other, and you couldnt take your eyes off Bucky. “You’re staring.” Wanda giggled nudging you with her elbow.

“What?” You asked, breaking your stare and turning to her.

“You’re drooling and its funny.” She said, with a grin. 

“Fuck is it obvious?” You gasped softly, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks.

“Very.” Wanda laughed, 

“Ugh he’s so devastatingly handsome.” You sighed, whispering softly to her.

“So tell him that.” She whispered back. 

“Good god, no.” You said immediately shaking your head. 

Before Wanda could respond, Sam and Bucky came over to where the two of you were sitting, and suddenly you felt yourself becoming increasingly flustered being in Bucky’s shirtless presence. 

He could not take his eyes off her, her scantily clad body in that swimsuit she wore was actually ridiculous. How times have changed in terms of pool attire amazed him. Bucky averted his gaze when he felt her’s look over him, his sudden urge to kiss her or just rip off what little clothes she wore was innate. 

The way she leaned back on her elbows against the cool tiles, the way her wet hair fell over her shoulders, the little droplets of water running down her cleavage, the way her tone legs were crossed. toes slightly dipping into the water. fuck he wanted to fuck her right then. 

“Hey Bucky.” her voice cascaded over him, and damn it to hell he wanted to fuck her even more when he looked at her mouth. His mind immediately going to having those pretty lips wrapped around him, a wicked glint in her eyes as he head moved along his...

‘Fuck’, Bucky thought when he felt that god damn rush of blood course through him, heading to where it shouldn’t at that moment. 

Bucky cleared his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “Hey.” He replied, trying not to grit his teeth and show his growing uncomfortable situation. He moves his towel off his shoulder and holds it in front of him. So to hide his boner, so to speak.

Of course Sam noticed what was happening to Bucky the moment it began, he saw how Bucky kept looking at you and he took full advantage of this. 

“How dope is her swimsuit, Buck?” Sam said, cheerfully as he gestured towards your half naked body.

You watch as Bucky’s whole face changed when Sam asked him this question. He almost balked at the question. Bucky cleared his throat multiple times before he tried to answer. 

“I, yeah, very uhh, its uhh something..” Bucky stuttered. 

Wanda started laughing but you just felt bad for him. Sam was being an ass and you didn’t want Bucky to hate you for it. 

You stood up quickly and shoved Sam into the pool, “You’re an ass.” You laughed, “Are you going to swim?” You then turned to Bucky. your body was in close proximity to his and you could have sworn you heard his metal arm clench, with bone crushing strength. 

“No.” was all Bucky said before he practically raced out of the Natatorium. Leaving the three of you staring after him, Sam and Wanda with very amused expressions on their faces, and you just confused at what had just happened. 

05H45 Friday

You were going to go to the gym but for some reason you couldn’t pull yourself out of bed. Your mind was still on Bucky and how he had practically ran away from you in the pool. When you had tried to approach him later that day, he completely ignored you and then avoided you for the rest of the evening, which just annoyed you more. 

Having had enough of his weird behavior as it had been weeks of this, time and time again. You threw back the covers, and slipped on your fuzzy slippers before making your way towards his room. You knew he would be awake, him and Steve were always just about to go to training at this time. 

The sun was just about rising, and the compound had a cold air about it as you walked through the hallway towards Bucky’s room. Him and Steve had a little more room to play with as Tony had given them a whole floor to themselves, of course everyone claimed favoritism but who cared anyway, They were Cap and the Winter Soldier. 

When you got to his bedroom door, you raised your hand to knock and as you were about to rap your knuckles on the wood. Bucky opened the door, both of you jumping back startled by the others presence. 

“Oh shit.” Bucky exclaimed softly.

“Fuck.” You murmured, you hand flying to your chest in fright. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Bucky asked, confusion in his voice. 

“What’s your problem with me?” You shot back. 

He frowns at you with a puzzled expression, “What?” He replied. 

“What’s your issue Barnes, what did I do to you, why are you always avoiding me?” You demanded, stepping into his room. Bucky takes a step back, his eyes going over your less than appropriate sleep attire.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky blurted out, as he looked over the black and silver silk, shorts and top you wore. 

“What?” It was your turn to become confused, you looked down at your body and then back at him, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” You asked, 

“What the fuck, how do you sleep in that, why?” Bucky said shaking his head, his voice suddenly sounding frustrated. 

“Bucky are you having a stroke? Oh my god,” You said, pulling a face at him. 

Bucky looked at you, with a look in his eyes that suddenly made you feel very self conscious of what you were wearing. “You are killing me, I swear to fucking god.” Bucky muttered turning away from you. 

“What does that even mean?” You asked more confused than ever. 

“It means every time I see you, I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless.” Bucky exclaimed, whirling around to face you again. You took a step back you eyes widened in surprised to his confession. 

You didn’t know what to say, it was such a bold statement and he had so unabashedly said it. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I..”Bucky suddenly back tracked his statement. 

“Bucky?” You interrupted him. 

“Yeah.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” You said, and dropped your robe to floor, pulling off your top as you did so in one fluid motion. 

“Oh...” Was all he said as his eyes roamed across your now half naked body in front of him. two sure strides towards you, Bucky’s lips pressed against yours and he lifted you into his arms. Fervently kissing you. 

Bucky broke the kiss for a moment and then kicked the door shut, as he did so. he saw Steve walking up to the door, their gaze met for a moment. Steve’s wide-eyed stare and open mouth was the last thing he saw before the door slammed shut.

And both of you began ripping each others clothes off, way too eager to fuck each other.

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[kineticpenguin]

If you’re wondering what the maintainer version of this would be (as opposed to pilot) it’d be more like

Monday I worked a fuckin' sixteen Tuesday I did SABC On Wedneday I confess I wore my service dress On Thursday five more safety briefings On Friday 12 hours in my MOPP suit On Saturday we had weekend duty On Sunday I said fuck it and told them they could suck it And now I'm earning a whole G a week at Lockheed

[karenemilne]

Happy Mothers Day, Mothers!

I couldn’t possibly write a blog on Mothers Day without giving a shout out to Mawhen Milne! Happy Mothers Day! Your baby loves ya! 

It’s been a good week this week! I managed to lose 0.65kg which is just under 1 1/2 pounds (1.43) so I’m going to call that 1 1/2 pounds and I’ll just need to work extra hard to burn off that extra 0.07 (and all the extra weight I’ll have gained through excessive prosecco drinking yesterday!) So, week 6 complete and down 10.5 pounds! Not bad at all eh?! I am also so so close to the lowest weight I’ve been in about 4 years which is really giving me the push I need at the moment.

See those days when you just cannot be arsed working out and annoying people say to you ‘you’ll feel so much better for it’ and all you want to do is punch them in the face? Turns out they’re right! I’ve had a strange mental battle with working out this week. I’ve been so busy in work that exercising has been the last thing I have wanted to do. Each day I dragged myself to the gym in a foul mood and saying things like ‘there’s no point in this workout, it’s going to be shit’ or ‘I’m not in the mood to workout’. Basically, I’ve been a whiney little bitch again (Ross’ fave insult for me) but honestly, each workout has been 1000% worth it. I’ve come out of the gym so much happier and so glad that I went. I really believe it’s those workouts that matter the most. And if there’s one bit of advice I can give anyone who is struggling to motivate themselves- just do it! (I came up with that phrase, not Nike). It doesn’t need to be an hour-long, intense workout, but just do something because see on those days when you’re feeling down, it 100% will improve your mood in some way.

Sticking with the theme of mentality towards exercising, I’m going to touch on something that my lovely friend Vari spoke about in her instagram blog (everyone go follow her- @goldmedalmum. Pregnancy and fitness goals!) Var spoke about her annoyance towards people who were negative about their partners going to the gym, and if I’m being honest, that used to be me. When Ross first started training all the time, it really annoyed me. I couldn’t tell you why but I found myself complaining that he was always at the gym or always out running. This was something really positive and enjoyable for Ross, and I was turning it into something negative. Why? I couldn’t have told you at the time. I mean the obvious answer would be that he was losing weight and I was getting fat but I don’t think it was as simple as that! It was only recently, when I was losing weight myself, that I looked back on how annoying I must have been, and I addressed my issue with it. Guilt. 100% guilt. When Ross was away working out I could have joined but instead I sat in drinking wine, never exercising and inevitably gaining weight. Deep down I knew I should also be working out or at least make an effort to stop gaining weight, but for some reason I couldn’t. I viewed exercise with such a negative attitude and tarnished people with the ‘boring’ brush (which I have now realised is one of the most annoying things you can say to someone who is trying to be healthier!). Instead of facing my issue with working out, I projected it onto other people working out. Ross is my biggest supporter through all of this and I wish I had been his 6 years ago. So in summary, support people who are trying to change their lifestyle and if it pisses you off, you need to address why because that’s your issue, not theirs!

 On to this weeks eating/exercise schedule! I feel the best way to describe this week would be great midweek, not so great weekend…

Sunday- I had the laaaaziest day! Stayed in bed until about 4:30(pm not am) and then went to the Flockies for dinner. Decided this would be my day off! (very important to have them too!)

Monday- Went to the gym- 20 mins of cross trainer interval training, 10mins power walking on a high gradient on the treadmill (without holding on- I ain’t no cheat!) I didn’t really enjoy this. I always see people doing it at the gym and since I can’t really run at the moment I thought I’d give it a try as a different form of cardio but it’s not for me. I also went on the bike for 20 mins (random hill setting). Planned on doing weights but after 50 mins cardio I was dead.

Tuesday- Serious grumpy day but I forced myself to go to the gym. Managed 10 mins cross trainer, 10 x 20s sprints on the curved treadmill, 6 x 20s on the fan bike and an abs circuit.

Wednesday- Went to the gym- 20 mins on the stairmaster (I change this up between doing constant fast walking with short pauses or I do 1 min slow, 1 min really fast), 20 mins running. In hindsight the running was a terrible idea. I managed it at the time but my knee was really sore after so I need to stop until that heals. I’m finding the fact I can’t run quite hard though as it is one of my go-to cardio workouts and I’m really worried I’ll gain weight if I’m not doing it, but I guess I’ll cross that bridge if I get to it! I also did arm weights at the gym too.

Thursday- Had a wee cake (worth it) and then did a boxing session with Ross in the house (still feeling the worked muscles today!) Anyone else get weirdly annoyed if they’re not sore after a weights session? Like I enjoy having sore muscles and if I don’t I think I clearly didn’t work hard enough!

Friday- EASTER HOLS MOTHAFUCKAAAAA! I had wine gums, bread and cheese at night- not a single fuck given. No workout was done either (decided this was another day off).

Saturday- Had Var’s baby shower! Planned on doing a workout in the morning but pied that for longer in bed! I drank A LOT of prosecco (feeling that today) and I ate a lot of food too so I’ll probably spend the rest of the week working that off! Worth it!

 So yeah I’ve had quite a good week and been a wee bit bad this weekend but heyho! I’m looking forward to this week because I’m off work so I can go for longer gym sessions during the day and I can go to classes that I don’t normally make because of work! My planned meals this week are…

Sunday- some form of takeaway at Mawhens (not off to a healthy flier…) Side note- flier or flyer??

Monday- PON Slow cooked Cuban Beef (with rice)

Tuesday- HB Harissa chicken with bulgur wheat salad (didn’t make this last week)

Wedneday- PON chicken satay

Thursday- HB Marinated salmon with stir-fried greens

Friday- GEMMA & ADAM’S WEDDING

 Thanks again everyone for continuing to read the blog! I know that eventually I’ll get to a point where it’s harder to shift weight but for now I’m still enjoying the healthier lifestyle and I’ve surprised myself at how much I enjoy writing this every week! I hope you still enjoy reading it! Let’s hope for another loss next week! X

[isaacathom]

Lemme walk yall through my week next trimester, unless i fucking change units or die

monday - 11am, animation lecture, 1hour. thats fucking it, i guess.

tuesday - 12pm, art:space lecture, 1hour. 1:30pm, art:space class, 3hours

wednesday - 9am, animation class, 2hours. 12pm, camera writing class, 2hours.

thursday - 9am, art+performance lecture, 1hour. 10, art+performance class, 2hours. 12pm, camera writing lecture, 1hour.

friday -fucking nothing. a barren desert, like my soul. sweet fucking release, i guess.

i dont know if i need to gesture wildly at wednesday and thursday for the point to come across but i want you all to understand that those two are the ONLY POSSIBLE OPTIONS. THE ONLY POSSIBLE FUCKING OPTIONS THAT WORK!!!!

ITs fucking maddening. so, the lectures cant be moved. im ok with that. ill fucking deal. 9am lecture, fuck it, stick the dick up my arse, i paid for this experience i guess. but that 10am class? the only other time it could beheld was 12pm. yea, when my camera writing lecture is! :) no fucking choice there (i mean there is, i can tell the lecture to fuck off, but you arent SUPPOSED to)

and OH, that fucking wednesday. so animation class, that couldve gone on thursday, but it clashed with the lecture so it was a no go, leaving 9am and 11am classes for 2 hours. ok. fine! but then camera writing comes along! and it couldve gone on thursday, but i dont have a death wish, so thats off the table. it had a tuesday 12, thats a clash (on both the lecture and class front. a full no go). a tuesday 10am, thats... not ideal, considering the 3 hour class in the arvo. ill pass. that leaves, and prepare your asshole, a 10am and a 12pm wedneday class.

which means, if you read, that 9am anim and 12pm writing are the only non clashing options. if i do 9am anim and 10am writing, they clash. if i do 11am anim, it clashes with either of the possible writing times.

which means, i have to fucking animate, at 9 in the fucking morning

i have never wanted to die more! :)