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lucy90712 · 7 days ago

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Family Christmas- Pedri

A/n: Happy holidays guys. I have a surprise new mini series for new years so get ready

1st December

The test stared back at me as it laid face down on the bathroom counter while Pedri stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. We have been sort of trying for a baby but not taking it too seriously by tracking my ovulation or anything so I really wasn't expecting to miss my period only 3 months after coming off my birth control. My period was due 5 days ago and I've had no signs that it will be coming any time soon the only usual symptom I've had is a bit of nausea in the mornings and evenings but that's also a symptom of pregnancy. The thought that I could actually be pregnant has me excited and nervous being a mum is a big change in life a change I know I'm ready for I'm just nervous about doing things wrong.

"Are you ready to find out?" Pedri asked

"I'm ready" I replied

"You don't need to be nervous it's it's not positive we'll just try again it doesn't matter ok" he said

"I know I've just got my hopes up so if it's not positive I'll be a little disappointed" I said

"And that's ok but let's not think about that right now" he said

He kissed my cheek then put his hand on the test waiting for me to do the same so we could flip the test together. I took a deep breath and put my hand next to his then we counted down from three and turned the test over. Staring back at us was two distinct lines just as dark as each other so there's no question I'm definitely pregnant. Without me even noticing tears of joy poured from my eyes which Pedri wiped away before pulling me into the tightest hug. This is the best early Christmas present ever and now we can surprise the rest of our family throughout the holidays.

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24th December

Way before we found out I was pregnant we agreed to host Christmas with Pedri's family which at the time was a great idea but now I'm sort of regretting it. There is so much that goes into hosting so I've been exhausted all week because the first trimester is really taking it out of me so coupled with all the extra things I've been doing I can barely keep my eyes open by 9pm. Pedri has helped as much as he can but he's only been off for the last few days so now here we are finishing wrapping presents on Christmas Eve and I still have some food to prep.

Usually I do most of the work when wrapping presents as if I don't it will look like a toddler wrapped them in the dark as Pedri doesn't exactly have the eye for wrapping. Under my instruction he did most of the work as then I could just sit there and hold the paper while closing my eyes for a few seconds to get some rest. The main thing we needed to wrap was the things we bought to surprise Pedri's family with the news as they don't know yet. We had our first ultrasound just a few days ago so we added some of the pictures to the little onesie we bought that we customised to have the baby's rough due date on. I can't wait to see their faces a when they find out because it's been so hard to keep it a secret from everyone especially when I've been feeling so awful and having to lie and say it's just a regular sickness.

After we finished wrapping I went to prep some stuff ready to make dinner tomorrow as I don't want to spend all day in the kitchen and not enjoying the festivities. I tried my best to get on with the prep I wanted to do but the smell of the food was making me feel so nauseous I tried to breathe through my mouth or just ignore the smell but I couldn't. Eventually it became too much and I had to run to the bathroom where Pedri quickly joined me to help hold back my hair. To begin with my sickness wasn't too bad but over the last week or so it has definitely got worse there is certain foods that I just can't stomach anymore and the smell of most things makes me nauseous. Once I was feeling better I wanted to go back to the kitchen and finish what I started but Pedri wouldn’t let me he insisted on doing it so I gave him instructions and he did all of it for me.

Pedri joined me back on the sofa and put on a show for us to watch or for him to watch while I fight to keep my eyes open. As predicted I must've fallen asleep as I was woken up by the squeaky step on the stairs as Pedri carried me up them. When he saw my eyes open he cursed the step before telling me to go back to sleep but I would only do that when he tucked me up in bed and gave me the goodnight kiss I missed out on before.

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25th December

My Christmas morning started out with the most delightful gift of having to run to the bathroom because I woke up feeling overwhelmingly sick. Luckily my hair was already up this time but Pedri still sat by my side and rubbed my back for nothing more than moral support but I appreciate it anyway. He got me a glass of water and helped me up so I could brush my teeth so that we can get on with the days plans. Like the amazing husband he is Pedri made me some toast for breakfast as he knows that’s one of the things I can eat when everything else makes me sick. He also had all my vitamins I'm supposed to take laid out and some water to go with them which so nearly made me cry as all my hormones have had me extra emotional but I managed to hold back.

We agreed that we weren't going to open any presents until Pedri's family arrived but after we finished eating Pedri handed me a gift and told me to open it. Inside was a little photo album meant to capture every first of a baby's life I flicked through the book to see all the moments we can capture in here then I saw that Pedri has already put the first ultrasound picture in there. That was enough to make me cry I can't wait to fill this book with memories and cry again every time I look at it.

"Thank you this is the best gift" I said

"You've already given me the best gift so I had to try and get you something that represents that and I know you love a photo album" he said

"It's perfect I can't wait to keep adding to it" I said

We continued to talk about what our lives will look like over the next year and then for the rest of our lives until Pedri's family arrived and I had to hide the photo album quickly. He ran and let them in and helped them with the bags of presents they'd brought with them while I greeted them all as it's been a while since we were all last together as life has been hectic. Rosy complimented my outfit and told me I looked beautiful which really put a smile on my face as I've not felt good about myself since my pregnancy symptoms took over. We all chatted for a little while catching up before I could see Pedri getting impatient and wanting to tell his family already so I suggested we open presents.

Pedri quickly took over and gave his mum the gift we wrapped yesterday and says it was for all of them so they all gathered round to look at what it was. Seeing the look on their faces as it sunk in made my day. I knew they would all be excited as Pedri's family are all really close but I wasn't expecting the immediate group hug we were both pulled into. I've never heard the word congratulations so many times but it made me happy to know they were so excited as I know our baby will have the best grandparents and uncle.

"congratulations how far along are you y/n?" Rosy asked

"I'm just over 8 weeks so not far along but we couldn’t wait to start telling people" I said

"How have you been feeling?" Fernando asked

"I've been better but I'm doing ok" I answered

"She's been quite sick recently and very tired but she's been a trooper and still living like nothings going on" Pedri said

"The first few few months are tough but it does get better and it's all worth it in the end" Rosy said

"We can take over everything for today you should be resting and taking care of yourself" Fer offered

"Oh no I can't have you do that you're supposed to be guests I'm fine really" I said

"Don't be silly at least let us take over dinner I remember when I was pregnant with the boys the smell of food always set me off" Rosy said

"Ok but I will make up for it at a later date we will invite you over for dinner and I'll cook for you" I said

"That sounds lovely" Fernando said

We opened the rest of the presents we had got for each other but nothing was really able to top the pregnancy surprise we started with. Pedri did get me a little heartbeat reading machine so once the baby is more developed we will be able to listen to their heartbeat at home which I enjoyed. He said he thought about getting this really cute baby onesie he saw but he held back so that we can get the first things together but he did promise to use one of his days off to go baby shopping with me in the new year which at this time in my life is my version of a great day. We also had to joke about the fact that Fer had bought be a nice bottle of wine which of course he wasn't to know was bad timing but it made everyone laugh especially when Pedri said we could pack it in my hospital bag for right after the baby is born.

Then it was time to start on dinner but I wasn't allowed to lift a finger in fact I wasn't even allowed to get myself a drink of water someone else aways did it for me. I was also periodically fed snacks by Pedri who wanted to make sure I'm getting enough nutrients even when I'm not feeling well. At some point I must've fallen asleep as it was light when I last remember being awake but then it was dark out and very dark out. It was a good nap though as I actually felt refreshed and like I had some energy for once. As I slept for apparently most the afternoon dinner was almost ready so I got up to freshen up as I know I look ridiculous when I've just woken up. I fixed my hair and even put on a bit of makeup which made me look and feel more human which is the most I can ask for at the moment.

By the time I was ready the table was being set so I tried to help as I've done nothing all day but Pedri steered me away from the kitchen to the table where he pulled out a chair for me and told me to sit down. I wanted to help but he told me that his parents have it all covered so my job is to just sit and look pretty which he said I'm doing a great job of. He gave me a quick kiss before running back to the kitchen to help. It didn't take long before there was a plate of food put in front of me which looked amazing although I had to try not to smell it as it will make me nauseous. The food was lovely much better than anything I could've made but I guess thats what happens when you get chefs to make your Christmas dinner. I ate as much as I could before I started to feel sick which Pedri could definitely tell as he squeezed my hand under the table to check that I was ok.

The original plan was for everyone to stay and watch a movie after dinner but Pedri's family insisted on leaving us be after cleaning up which again I tried to say wasn't necessary but they insisted on helping out. The house ended up cleaner than it started out so I won't have to clean for a few days which will be nice.

"Thank you for taking over dinner and cleaning I really appreciate all your help" I said as they were all leaving

"There's no need to thank us you've done all the hard work preparing for today" Fernando said

"And if you need anything don't hesitate to reach out even if it's just something small we are all happy to help out" Rosy added

"Thank you guys we really appreciate all your help" Pedri said

"Make sure you take care of her bro and you've got to learn to cook now your a father" Fer said

"I've been trying haven't I love" Pedri said

"He has and he's definitely getting better I don't have to supervise all the time anymore" I said

They congratulated us one more time before leaving so it was just me and Pedri. It wasn't late but we decided to just go to bed as it's been a long day. Pedri definitely wasn't tired but I was so he got me to rest my head on his chest as he played with my hair as he knows that always sends me to sleep.

“Good night mi amor I love you and our little baby so much already” Pedri whispered as I was falling asleep

“We both love you too” I whispered back

#pedri imagines #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri #football imagine

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phoebtcnkin · 5 years ago

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ABOUT ME.

NAME/ALIAS: Kayla / Satan

TIMEZONE: PST (for now, but don’t ask me where we’re moving next LOL)

RANDOM FACT: I was adopted when I was three, am 11wks pregnant with our newest and long awaited wee one, and shamefully have over 10,000 likes on this blog with zero chance of ever fully clearing them out lmfao

CHARACTER ONE.

NAME: Lauren “Ren” Victoria Livingston (29)

FACECLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin, my queen.

in COCONUT GROVE you’ll find LAUREN LIVINGSTON who’s lived there for FOUR YEARS and they spend their days working as THE MANAGER OF NATALIA ESCABIAS LUXURY SPA AND A FREELANCE WRITER. They’ve been described as ROUGE STAINED MARLBOROS STUBBED OUT IN ANTIQUE CAVIAR BOWLS, POSTCARDS SENT FROM PLACES SHE’S NEVER BEEN, CHAMPAGNE IN SOLO CUPS, AND UNMET DEADLINES by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be ENGAGING + ADVENTUROUS but also IRRESPONSIBLE + IN DENIAL

BACKGROUND.

grew up with a single mom who could never weave the same story twice about the origins and subsequent disappearance of her father.

lived on the cusp of wealth but didn’t actually have it… her mother, jane, was presumably from old money, but either the family lost it ages ago or she’d been cut off for reasons unknown.

they were ‘adopted’ by an older wealthy couple without children of their own when ren’s mother was pregnant with her aka given permission to live out of the guesthouse on their property for basically free

went all over when she was younger to “soul search” and sort out her life. basically just bummed around with a bunch of other barely legal adults who ate gas station food and drank expensive champagne and just a whole bunch of other nonsense

is approaching that age / stage of life where she’s meant to have her shit together but really doesn’t.

is still spending her money and maxing out credit cards on stupid things she can’t afford and doesn’t need. skips rent to go to fancy clubs. probably abuses something bc she can and she’s #lostandbroke inside

claims she’s an aspiring writer, and she’s trying she really is (sometimes), but doesn’t have anything to show for it if ppl asked

basically put together and #fine on the outside but a disaster on the inside

HEADCANONS.

HOMETOWN: Newport, Rhode Island

BIRTHDAY: tbd

NICKNAMES: almost exclusively goes by ‘Ren’, but a small few may call her L.V.

ORIENTATION: bisexual

MUSE SONGS: Girls Like You by The Naked and Famous, rock bottom by Caro, tba

CHARACTER TAG: can be found here.

PINTEREST BOARD: can be found here.

on any given day the only things you’re likely to find inside of ren’s fridge are a bottle of something alcoholic, a gel eye mask, and one of many credit cards frozen in the freezer.

in a similar vein, her oven is absolutely full of half clothes, half books.

is literally always on the verge of eviction bc, as mentioned above, she prioritizes p. much anything over responsibilities.

will 1000% justify buying five pairs of shoes she can’t afford bc she got them at a sample sale for the price of one at full retail

once upon a time she excused bad habits and terrible choices under the premise that they were hands on experience for the sake of her writing... except all these years later she’s still on her bullshit and hasn’t written anything of quality in ???

can’t be trusted to keep a pet rock alive let alone anything else

has never, not once, been able to say no to anything made of silk or velvet

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

this is already crazy long so i’m going to be making a sep. post for these and will add the link as soon as it’s finished, but you can expect to see things like: neighbors, coworkers, friends she’s met since moving to miami, the people she hung around during her years of travel and shenanigans, messy exes, drug dealer, former (kinda) sugar daddy lmfao, secret family, etc.

CHARACTER TWO.

NAME: 👑 Alicia Josefine Palmeiro (30)

FACECLAIM: Ana de Armas

in CORAL GABLES, you’ll find ALICIA PALMEIRO who’s lived there for ONE WEEK and they spend their days working as A (CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED) LAWYER. They’ve been described as SHARP GLANCES, RUNNING IN HEELS, AND THE SCENT OF ACRYLIC PAINT FAINTLY LINGERING BENEATH ARMANI PERFUME by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be ELOQUENT + AMBITIOUS but also MATERIALISTIC + INDIFFERENT.

BACKGROUND.

comes from one of those richer than god families that have a library named after them somewhere and flaunt it. grandfather was the former governor of NC and her father is the current state attorney there

basically grew up with anything she wanted under the sun aside from attention and love. she was more of a business/brand investment than a beloved child in their eyes. rafael and gabriella (true monsters, lemme tell u) had her entire life mapped out and signed in blood before she was even conceived.

thought it would be really fun once to get a boyfriend in HS and hasn’t been able to get rid of him since. pls don’t call the cops if she threatens to light jaxon on fire bc she’s not serious. except for the one time she prob almost did.

speaking of things she almost did... she almost ran away with him after hs graduation in the pursuit of true love and following her dreams

daddy blackmailed jax into leaving her without a word, though. he listened (with good reason). instead of being happy and painting to pay rent, ali sucked up her tears before her mascara could run and went off to duke.... u guessed it.... exactly as her parents planned.

years later ran into jax again and they had an affair while she was engaged to another man. it ultimately led to their birth of their now 1.5 year old son

wyatt is probably the only thing she cares about more in this world than birkin bags and lingerie and shoes. on wednesdays she’ll let jaxon grace the list, but only if he leaves his muddy boots and potato chips at the door.

they’ve just moved to miami in a panic bc she found evidence against her father that proved they weren’t safe around him anymore (can share deets, but it’s chalk full of triggers so i won’t add it here)

HEADCANONS.

HOMETOWN: Wilmington, North Carolina

BIRTHDAY: August 16th, 1989

NICKNAMES: Ali, Princess, Queen Alicia P.

ORIENTATION: attention and diamonds (no but really she heterosexual)

PERMANENT PAIN IN THE ASS: Jaxon Martins

CHILDREN: Wyatt Martins, 1.5 years

MUSE SONGS: Me Too by Meghan Trainor, tba

CHARACTER TAG: can be found here.

PINTEREST BOARD: can be found here.

currently living in the penthouse suite at the biltmore hotel while they house shop for a mini mansion up to ali’s standards

is the stomping parrot when jax refuses to give her the attention she wants. or when she’s giving him the silent treatment but wants him to know she’s still mad.

thinks $20 t-shirts are just the result of misprinted tickets.

might cry if you try to take her inside of a dollar store or walmart.

couldn’t cook a meal to save her life and will absolutely get something catered and then take the credit when you tell her how delish it is.

has extreme trouble expressing her verbal emotions, so her displays of affection typically manifest in the form of gifts. ali will secretly obsess for weeks over finding the perfect present to fit the recipient

not saying she’d throw u in front of a bus but…. if she doesn’t like u she prob wouldn’t hold out a hand to save you either.

is actually a warmhearted arsenic laced cupcake with a painter’s soul beneath her icy shield and devil blood. she does care. stg. mommy and daddy just never taught her how to show it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

just like before, i’m going to be making a sep. post for these and add the link as soon as it’s finished, but you can expect to see things like: neighbors, family local to the area (depending on from which side, would also need to be discussed with @fcntastical), new friends, artsy friends she can be herself around, mom friends (gimme a real housewives of miami club pls), people connected to her father and all his maniacal ways, fr/enemies, etc.

#miamiintro #this is basically a hot ass mess but i'm not gonna be around for a bit so i wanted to make sure i got SOMETHING up #i'll finish certain bits on here after the holiday <3 #but i'm exciiiiiited

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seelestia · 2 years ago

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I'm glad ya liked the gift Liaaaa 💗💗💗

And don't worry about the late gift for me, just me knowing that you're gifting me something is already making me melt with happiness fr :'''D

Also- maybe it's just me, but I cannot tell wtf makes my art style distinct apart from my occasionally clean and sharp outlines :'D one of my friends said the same thing about how recognizable it is and I'm like "art style where?? I'm the most inconsistent artist I know :'DD"

But maybe that's just me being critical of myself who knows :P

It actually didn't take me that long to draw these, the one with scara, you, and cryptid ayato was the first I started to draw and I actually had to stop drawing it a little while before finishing the out line cuz I got busy when it came for our school Christmas party :'D but I finished it just in time before christmas eve

The one with normal ayato and you, took just a couple of hours to draw in one day, I thought it was a little cruel to gift you JUST a gag gift of scara and cryptid ayato, so I whipped up something with you and ur husband :33

Also- that bonus scene with Carlin and me, that was the first one I finished cuz even before December came around cuz I got intimidated by the main drawing :'D I was just doing the sketching for the gag gift at first and I knew I really wanted a lot of details and meticulously sharp ass outlines so I got a lil intimidated by it at first and finished the bonus scene before it :'''D

But all in all- I'm really grateful for you, our friendship, and how much you appreciate my art lia :''D I can't gift you anything physical but hey, if my art gives you serotonin then I'll keep gifting you more :3

I cannot even describe how happy I am to have met you, cuz you are one of the most anticipated people I wanna talk to and banter with whenever I go online fr :D

Love you liaaaa, hope you had a great holidays 💗💗💗

- Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae

i loved it sm i'm gonna make it my priv's heirloom fr fr 🤞 (/hj) AND YOUR GIFT IS FINISHED BTW! all that is left to do rn is post it after this, hehe. i hope you'll like it (it's angst wrapped in a box) <3

other than the clean outlines, the details i find distinct about your artsyle is the way you draw eyes (you make eyes look so squishy like boba pearls), how you shade noses, and the way you draw hair (they look so swirly (??) and it scratches my brain in the right way) AND YOUR CHIBIS OFC <3 i still vv much treasure the ayato body pillow hehe your artstyle just has this smoothness that reminds me of those high quality animation memes you'd find on yt 😭 (/pos) i think i could've worded this better but yeah fjjejwkdk

jae, did drawing this gift actually help you commit to a deadline?? (/j) no but i'm fr super grateful for the gift like literally, i feel like i'm getting bombed with serotonin whenever you drop your art. you have an advantage over me with that talent of yours and idk how to feel (the power you hold) 🚶

thanks for being one of my best friendos on here, jae! when i see you in my inbox, i get a little bit more motivated like you charge up my social battery and that's pretty cool. ily for that, but you gotta stop bullying me with a certain mouchie who will not be named as your weapon. (/lh)

#that christmas party sounds cool thooo! i hope it was fun and not too draining <3 #personally i'm the type to hog some food and then go sit somewhere outside in parties LMAOOO priorities (/j)#and everyone say thanks jae for being one of the rare people who can charge up lia's social battery 😩#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest jae! 👹✨

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charity-angel · 3 years ago

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How schools work around the world

I've been driving myself mad. Stuff online kind of assumes you already have some knowledge base to build on. But seriously, I don't. And I'm guessing that I'm not the only one in this situation.

How the fuck does the American education system work? When do kids start to go to school? What the fuck are midterms ?

So, in prior exchange - schools in England and Wales. And Hogwarts, because it works on England & Wales lines rather than Scottish for fuck knows what reason.

A school year runs from 1st September to 31st August. (From the kids' perspective, anyway - teachers sometimes do some training at the end of August.)

Kids start school in the school year they turn 5*. So a kid born on 1st September 2000 would be in the same "school year" as a kid born on 31st August 2001. And a kid born on 1st September 2001 would start school the year after.

We have three "terms" that the school year is divided into, separated by two-week holidays. They have historic names that some fancy schools still use, but no one else bothers. They are further divided into halves by a week's holiday, known as "half term".

Private schools - especially boarding schools - don't tend to have a half term, but they have longer holidays. And they also have a week around half term time where studies are less intense, called Reading Week.

Back to business.

Autumn term runs from the start of September up until Christmas. Most schools run from the first Monday in September to the Friday before Christmas, but there is some variation. Both Christmas and New Year will always fall inside the holiday.

Half term is the last week in October. Halloween usually falls inside it, but not always.

Spring term runs from the first Monday in January until Easter(ish).

This is a recent change - it used to be that Easter was in the middle of the holiday. But now schools are trying to balance out the length of terms by fixing the Easter holidays to the first two weeks of April. So this year (2022), Easter falls at the end of the holiday, and the kids won't go back to school until Tuesday 19th April because the Monday after Easter is a holiday for everyone.

Half term falls kind of mid-February. The earliest I have ever known the break to fall was finishing on Friday 8th Feb. It's usually a little later than that, but not by much.

Summer term runs from mid-April to late mid-July (usually the Friday closest to the 20th). Half term is the week from the last Monday in May. The last Monday in May is a public holiday, so it's always the first day of half term. Except this year because it's a jubilee year, just to be bloody awkward. But hey, I digress.

Between the summer and autumn terms, there is a long holiday, known interchangeably as the summer holidays and the six week holidays. No prizes for guessing why with the latter.

So, most kids are 4 when they start school - some of the early September birthdays might be 5 already. And there's the asterisk from earlier that I'll come to in a sec.

We have three main types of school, but there are others too (because of course there is, can't ever make things simple):

Primary School - ages 4-11

Most kids will start their school lives in Reception class at the age of 4. This is pretty much an intro to school life - learning the alphabet and starting to read; numbers and simple sums. There's quite a bit of play involved, as I recall.

*Sometimes, for kids born in August, parents can decide to skip Reception class, and go straight into main education the following year.

After that comes Year 1 - Year 6.

These are sub-divided following pre-1990 lines:

Infants are Reception to Year 2 (kids between 4 & 7).

Juniors are Year 3 to Year 6 (kids between 7 & 11).

You can get schools that specialise in Infants or Juniors, although they're getting less common.

The Infants and Juniors have certain educational criteria that the kids are supposed to be able to meet by the end of each.

Secondary School - ages 11-16

Broad strokes here - Years 7 to 9 are generalised education - pretty much all subjects. Years 10 & 11 are more specialised towards the interests of the students.

Most of the schools I have either been to or worked at, the school day is split into 5 periods that last 1 hour each. These are filled with different lessons each day, and are often on a two week rotation (I've seen a three week rotation, that was insane).

In Y7-9*, students will study English, Science, Maths (note the S on the end), History, Geography, Religious Education/Studies (RE / RS) depending on the school, Technology, French + one other language, and PE.

In Wales, the other language is Welsh. And some areas have schools where Welsh is actually the first language and every subject except English is taught in Welsh. It's awesome.

During Year 9*, there's a kind of rite of passage - "choosing your options"; when you get to pick what subjects you want to continue with and, more importantly for some, which ones you really don't want to continue with.

Some subjects are compulsory - English, Science, Maths, PE.

*some schools now do this a year early.

Year 9 is also an assessment year against the national education criteria.

Years 10 & 11 are more specialised, and all heading towards final examinations - GCSEs. The RL version of OWLs. It's two years of hard work, but it's a bit more streamlined, and hopefully subjects the students are more interested in.

PE is the only compulsory subject that doesn't have a compulsory exam.

Science has varying degrees of difficulty, with resulting differences in how many GCSEs you gain for it. Single- and Double-Award Science give either one or two GCSEs at the end. I think Single-Award is a combined exam for Biology, Chemistry and Physics; double splits them up but the grades are averaged out. So if you're awesome at one, but really terrible at another, you can really get dragged down.

Triple Science splits the subjects up, so you get one result each.

(sorry, I was a science teacher. And it is the most weird of the compulsory subjects)

GCSE exams generally run from late May to the end of the year. Most are over by the end of June. The weeks leading up to the exam period are pretty intense and mostly doing practice tests.

Sixth Form & College - ages 16-19

There's two routes for the final years of compulsory education. Some secondary schools have what's still known as Sixth Form, despite it being 30+ years since that's what it was officially known by. This is two years - Lower Sixth (Year 12) and Upper Sixth (Year 13). Both have exams at the end of the year, usually starting around mid-May.

College is the other route - a separate institution that specialises in those final two years. The splitting of the final years is because until the last 5 years or so, Y12 & 13 weren't compulsory: we could leave school at 16 if we wanted.

College is closer to a university or US college environment - it's more hands off, lectures rather than lessons. There's a much bigger emphasis on self study, and those skills are worked on early.

These are much more specialised courses than previous years - most people take three or four subjects.

At the end of Y12, there are AS exams, which are recognised qualifications. In Y13, you can continue to gain A-Levels - the RL equivalent of NEWTS. And they are Nastily Exhausting.

There's also a possibility, if you absolutely mess up one or the other of the years, of resitting the entire year and hoping for better. So even though it's two official years, you can do it in three.

Other awkward bits

Middle School

Middle School is a mid-point between Primary and Secondary. It covers Years 6-8, and gives a kind of stepping stone to secondary school. There's not that many around, but they do exist.

NVQs

These are equivalents to GCSEs and A levels that are based on coursework rather than exams. They're a great alternative for students who don't test well, but they're nowhere near as widely recognised or respected. Which is a shame.

Harry & Hermione's Primary School years

Harry and Hermione would have attended Primary School in England between September 1984 and July 1991. As I mentioned above, there was a change in the system in 1990. As well as implementing a "National Curriculum" - those standards that kids get assessed against, the names of each school year were changed. Harry and Hermione would have seen this much more up close and personal than I did, starting school as I did in 1989 - I'm literally one of the youngest people to experience the old system.

Infant 1 is the old name for Reception. And I think it was compulsory at that time.

What is now Years 1 & 2 were Infants 2 & 3.

Then it changed to Junior 1-4.

Harry and Hermione will have been in classes I1-3 and J1-3, and then Year 6.

Secondary School was First to Fifth Year (or Form). Hence Sixth Form's name that still hangs around.

Scotland

This is a different system entirely and I'll let someone who has been through it explain, because I haven't been able to piece it together despite multiple Scottish friends, Scottish family including teachers, and a literal parent who has been through it. I kind of know broad strokes but nowhere near enough.

(and for the sanity of anyone else who contributes to this, I very much do not recommend doing it on your phone.)

#schooling #fanfic tools #uk

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jetaime-jespere · 4 years ago

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Prompt #15

#15: Don’t Tempt Me

Smut.

A special thank you to @sweetsecretskeptinside for the inspo pic (and the 3:30 AM conversation that led to this little thing)

In 7.21, Emily says, No, I don't have a fear of owning stuff. Turn me loose in a shoe store, I'll prove that. So, we know she loves a good pair of shoes. Well, what would happen if Emily were in fact turned loose in a shoe store, only to come home to a curious Aaron?

Aaron is about three quarters of the way through a basketball game on TV when he hears the door open, announcing her arrival. “I’m back,” Emily calls through the narrow hallway, keys jingling from her wrist as she closes the door behind her. “Aaron? Where are you?”

He hears the thump of her shoes coming off, the soft swish of her jacket being hung up. He smiles, because even though it’s only been a few hours, he’s much happier now that she’s back. “In here,” he calls over the hum of the game as he finishes the last of the beer on the end table. “Watching the game.” Not that he actually cares too much - but there isn’t much else on at the moment, and it’s been just a little too quiet.

“Someone had a busy day,” Emily says in jest when she takes in the sight of him sprawled across the couch, while taking note of the spotless living room with appreciation. All the toys normally strewn about are cleaned up and tucked away, blankets neatly folded on the back of the couch. There’s a bag dangling from each of her slender wrists - two long white handles, brown and nondescript, with elegant white lettering across the side. Emily sets both down next to the couch, coming up next to him and looping her arms around his neck. “Hi,” she murmurs, kissing the sharp ridge of his jaw. “I’m sorry I’m so late getting back. Traffic outside McLean was awful.”

“That’s Northern Virginia at rush hour for you,” He quips, looking slightly amused, because she was supposed to be home almost an hour ago. “Did you have fun shopping at least?”

“Yeah,” she says casually, settling on the couch beside him, draping her legs over his lap. “It was crowded though. You’d think it was a holiday.”

“Get anything good?” Aaron massages her ankles, trying to appear interested in whatever she’d purchased. She’d gone out with JJ and Penelope a few hours before, giving him a few hours to run some desperately needed errands. There’s hardly any food in his fridge - they’ve been slammed with cases one right after the other for the last two weeks - and his place was in dire need of a cleaning. With Jack at a friend’s house for the afternoon it was perfect timing, but he’s expected back home at any time. There are dinner plans to figure out; Aaron promised his son the three of them would watch a movie, one that Jack gets to pick.

“You could say so,” Emily says coyly, reaching for the magazine in his hands. She flips through a few pages, even if her attention isn’t on it at all. Instead, Aaron feels her stare from across the couch, the subtle shift of the weight of her legs in his lap. The smile on her face and the lift of her eyebrows tells him she wants him to ask just what she got.

He relents, because her insistence has his interest piqued, and he wonders just what could be so fascinating about a standard day of shopping with JJ and Penelope. It’s something they do fairly often, sometimes coupled with drinks and dinner, or sometimes with brunch. Those trips usually end with her slightly tipsy, something he finds endearingly adorable. And while he still isn’t completely comfortable with the fact this his name most definitely comes up more than once, he looks past it now. “What did you get?”

“Some shoes.” Emily says casually, with a slight shrug. “I didn’t see much else.” But she’s reaching for the bags on the floor, the brown paper crinkling under her fingers. “Want to see? You think you can tear yourself away from the TV for a few minutes?”

There are two boxes in Emily’s lap. Both are brown, matching the bag, with the same logo embossed in the middle. Each box is wrapped with a red ribbon on the ends, and he frowns, thinking the whole presentation is a little … ostentatious.

But she’s already undoing the ribbons, popping the lids off the boxes. The first box contains a pair of high heels, black, with high sharp heels and an unnatural looking arch. They look ridiculously uncomfortable, yet something tells him she’d pull them off without question. The other pair are even less than practical - a pair of slingbacks with bows on the back, with even higher heels. They look like the kind of shoes that could break an ankle. And yet she’s watching him intently, gauging his reaction with an expression that he might label as pleased.

Where the hell would she ever wear those? His mind starts to wander with possibilities, and it dawns on him they’re not supposed to be practical. They’re fuck me shoes. “Are they supposed to …” Aaron blinks with confusion as he studies the ridiculously impractical pairs of shoes, nestled in wrapping paper, both with red painted soles. “Are the bottoms supposed to be red?”

Emily laughs lightly, and Aaron can’t help but wonder if this is one of those things he’s just somehow supposed to magically know - not that he knows remotely anything about womens’ fashion. Haley’s taste in clothes had always been relatively practical, and given their line of work, he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen Emily actually dressed up, much to his chagrin. “It’s the designer’s trademark, Aaron.”

He narrows his eyes with confusion. “Red soles?”

“Mmhm.”

“But no one sees the soles of your shoes,” he points out logically. “Besides, don’t you have a few other ones that look just like this?” He isn’t quite sure he sees the need for multiple pairs of black high heels that basically all look the same, even though the more he stares at the shoes, the more he can’t help but think about what she’d look like wearing these particular pairs.

“So? Emily looks very pleased with herself. “They’re an investment piece, Aaron. Christian Louboutin is timeless and classic.”

“Christian Lou - what?” He completely butchers the word Louboutin, struggling with the French pronunciation that seems to roll off her tongue so easily. Emily laughs softly, patiently pronouncing the word again, and then again. Something about hearing her speak French makes his mouth go dry, and he swallows thickly as she neatly wraps the shoes back up in the boxes.

Something else catches his eye - the pricetag - and he makes a conscious effort to keep his jaw firmly closed. “Emily,” he says evenly, even though he’s certain he’s seeing an extra zero he shouldn’t. “Tell me those shoes were not seven hundred dollars.” He pinches the bridge of his nose with disbelief, a slight shake of his head. “You bought two pairs.”

“Actually,” she says with an air of indifference. “The ones with the bows were seven hundred. The others were on sale for six.”

“Six hundred dollars for a pair of shoes?” He sounds incredulous, probably because he is. He’s no stranger to the fact that Emily was raised with an abundance of wealth and with that, probably comes some appreciation for the finer things. And not that he cares one bit about how she spends her money, but the thought just seems completely absurd to him.

“You know,” she begins slowly, batting her eyelashes with a mere shake of her head. “I’m sure you’d appreciate them more if you saw them on me.” And then her fingers drop to her shirt, beginning to undo the top button, then the next. “What do you think?”

It’s his turn to smirk, the slightest lick of his lips with his tongue as he meets her gaze with a look in his eyes that matches her own. “What are you -”

“Daddy?” The excited voice coming from the foyer tears them out of the moment completely, and Emily practically bolts off the couch in surprise, as if they’ve been caught doing something they shouldn’t. Shit. She hurriedly buttons her shirt, taking a few precautionary steps away from Aaron out of habit. Jack is still hanging up his coat, chattering animatedly about his afternoon, running through a rather long list of potential movie options. Aaron gets up from the couch, pecking Emily on the cheek with a slightly apologetic look. “Next time?”

“Next time,” she agrees, practically purrs in his ear, pressing her body up against his. She stands on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, letting her teeth scrape against his earlobe as she disappears with the boxes in her hands, putting an extra sway in her hips along the way.

…

“Not here,” Aaron tells her for the third time, this time more firmly. They’re milking drinks at a roundtop table in the middle of an ALS Benefit a few days later. They’re there for Dave, like every year, and for some reason, he’s just not feeling it tonight. It’s warm in the room, he doesn’t feel like dancing, and not to mention, Emily has been goading him since they arrived.

“Come on,” Emily coaxes him with a wink from across the table, a glass of red wine in her hand. “You’re no fun, you know.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, our colleagues happen to be in or around the vicinity of this room.” Aaron takes a sip of his drink, this time downing most of the glass. The drinks are a little too strong, the music is a little too loud, and he’s already having trouble concentrating on anything, thanks to the fact that Emily has stayed within his line of sight almost all evening. It’s intentional, that much he knows. The rest of the team has dissipated, spread out amongst the crowd, mingling with the other guests. He knows they should probably do the same. After this drink, he tells himself.

“But I’m wearing the shoes.” It’s the way she says it, locking her eyes with his. But he already knows - he’d noticed as they walked into the hotel two hours before.

“Don’t tempt me,” he hisses just a little more forcefully, wishing he had a fresh drink to occupy his hands. “We’ve got another two hours at this thing.” He’s doing his damn best to keep his eyes forward instead of staring at her, but that’s getting harder. She’d decided on the black dress after a careful deliberation, showing him the various options she’d pulled from the depths of her closet. They’d barely made it out the door on time.

“There’s plenty of open rooms,” she tries again. “Nobody will notice we’re gone.” As if to prove her point, Emily tips her head in the direction of the band, where Strauss and Dave are all but tearing up the dance floor. “Look at them.”

Aaron nods, stifling a laugh in his fist. “Sometimes I still can’t believe they’re together.”

“It’s been going on for years,” Emily snickers. “Dave used to think he was subtle about it. He wasn’t. But good for him.” She tips her head back, exposing the side of her neck. Something inside of him snaps, his mind made up, because before he can stop himself, he’s wrapping his hand around her elbow, giving her a gentle shove through the crowd of people.

“Aaron, what are you -”

“Let’s go,” he growls in her ear, pressing a hand into the small of her back to lead her closer to the door. It’s risky at best and a bad idea at the worst, but what the hell? He thinks, leaning forward to get a trace of her perfume on the back of her neck.

Emily grins to herself, her eyes locked on the door just ahead of them, and she’s grateful for the dimmed lights in the ballroom - no one will even notice they’re gone. The hallway is hushed quiet compared to the booming of the music on the other side of the door, and they stare at each other for a brief moment. “Here,” he says, taking her hand. There are multiple closed doors that lead to empty conference rooms; Aaron leads her to the one at the far end of the hall.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to tempt you.” Emily flutters her eyelashes, her fingers lingering on his face as she slips past him through the doors. This is a bad idea, they both think, not for the first time, and yet, neither of them are about to put an end to it.

“Too late.” Aaron closes the door and adds the lock for good measure, spinning on his heel to face her. Emily licks her lips, backs up until her back is against the wall, all but cornering herself as he nearly rips his own suit jacket off, throwing it against the table. He’s eying her almost ferally, staring at her legs and the damn shoes. His jaw is set in determination as he moves toward her. “I’m going to take you apart.”

Damn, Emily thinks, her eyes widening as Aaron gets a hand around her waist, pulling her into him. He bypasses her mouth entirely, going right for her neck. She gasps as his teeth drag over her skin, his hands impatient as he goes for the zipper at the back of her dress.

“Don’t rip it,” she breathes, arching her back as his fingers dance down her spine, pulling the little metal tab down to the small of her back. “It was expen-”

“Shhh.” He covers her lips with his own, smiling a little when she moans into his mouth, her body bowing into his. Aaron gets his hands around her hips, walks them back and around until he can lean her against the large credenza in the corner, pulling the dress down over her shoulders. Her breath hitches as the cool air hits her skin; it pebbles as his hands slide around to work the clasp; it snaps free in one go.

“I’m impressed,” Emily drawls with a grin as it falls away.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, you know.” He leans her back even further, going with her as her back hits the top of the table. He takes one breast in his mouth, alternating the pressure of his mouth until she keens into the air, her hands pulling at the fabric of his expensive dress shirt. Emily gets a hand in his hair, urging him to keep going. He switches to the other breast, repeating the same pattern with his mouth. “You’re perfect,” he breathes, cupping his hands around her jaw when he stands straight to kiss her again. “So perfect.”

Emily smiles, already starting to work the buttons of his dress shirt. “There’s lipstick on this,” she murmurs, finding the imprints of her lips on the collar. “I guess we weren’t very subtle earlier.”

“I don’t care.” He gets the shirt off his shoulders, then lifts her up just enough to get the dress past her hips and over her head. She’s left in nothing but those damn shoes that make her legs look endless, and some impractical, lacy underwear that matches the bra that’s now discarded on the floor. He stands back to look at her, an equal mix of adoration and lust. It takes little effort to lift her up, setting her on the top of the credenza, coming to stand between her legs. He runs his hands over her thighs, down her calves, closing around her ankles, admiring her, smirking when he sees the shoes again. Emily rests on her elbows, watching as he kisses the insides of her knees, her stomach quivering with effort to remain semi-upright.

“The shoes,” he says as he props her legs on his shoulders, watching her for a few moments. “Stay on.”

All she can do is nod, her heart fluttering in her chest as he tugs on either side of the lace at her hips, dragging it down over her legs. On the pile it goes, and when she’s finally completely bare before him save for a ridiculously expensive pair of high heels, her legs bent around his shoulders, does she seemingly realize where they are, her eyes sparkling. “If anyone hears us,” Emily breathes, “I’m blaming you.”

“Then keep quiet,” he says with a wink, spreading her thighs even further open with his shoulders. He kisses each thigh, taking his time to build her up until Emily presses the spikes of her heels into his shoulders. He only smiles against her, one long, slow lick of his tongue follows a moment later. Emily whines as he drags her closer to his mouth.

“Hurry up,” she pants with anticipation, and as if on cue, he touches his lips to her clit just enough to make her back arch and her eyes fall shut. “Fuck,” she groans, tugging at his hair with both hands, and when his tongue becomes an insistent pulsing rhythm, Emily lets out a loud whimper, one that reverberates through the conference room. Aaron pushes her over once; she comes against his mouth hard, her legs shaking on his shoulders as the heels nearly pierce his skin. He rears back, encircling her ankles with gentle fingers, staring down at her.

“So much for keeping quiet, Sweetheart.” He’s taunting her, loosening his hold on one ankle as he pulls at his belt. Emily’ head rolls back against the table, biting her lip when his pants are added to the pile. He palms himself in his hand, lining himself up with her as Emily wraps her legs around his waist. Aaron smiles when he feels the spikes of her heels dig into his lower back; he kisses her in tandem with the initial thrust inside of her. Emily whimpers into his mouth, bringing a hand to grip his shoulder for leverage as he pushes all the way in one smooth press of his hips.

“Oh fuck,” she whines, and he runs a finger over her lips to remind her of volume. She’s making these little noises, clenching around him, tilting her hips forward to meet his shallow thrusts. “Harder.” She tightens her legs around his back, bringing him impossibly close, and he’s more than happy to appease her. And he does, driving into her deliberately and forcefully as she hums in pleasure around him. Her nails scrape down his back, he winds an arm around her waist to keep her steady as those damn shoes remind him of how tightly her legs are locked around his hips.

Jesus Christ. “Emily.” Each drive of his hips sends the table into the wall. “Come for me.” He gets a hand between them, swipes his thumb over her clit a few times and it’s all it takes to send her over again, the near scream in his ear. She clenches around him like a vice, her moans muffled by the seal of his mouth around hers. He kisses her through her second climax, his own coming quickly, and one final push of his hips and the rasp of her name on his lips. It takes more strength than he anticipated to keep himself upright, and his arms shake with effort as he cleans her up with a tissue from his pocket. Aaron helps her down, making sure her legs don’t give out beneath her in the unforgiving shoes, beginning the now arduous task of searching for their clothes. Even with the closed door they hear the boom of music, indicating the party is still going strong.

“We should make this a yearly thing,” Emily says with a wicked grin, tossing his jacket in his direction. “No one even missed us.”

He pretends to consider it, wondering if there’s any truth to her words. They’ve been gone awhile; certainly by now someone might be wondering. His jaw flexes as he watches her rearrange her bra, getting the dress over her head and past her hips. And as his eyes wander down her legs to the expensive shoes, the ones with the name he still can’t pronounce, he knows he’ll never be able to deny her. “Fine. But only if you wear those again.”

#hotchniss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfiction #smut #writing smut at 5 am what else is new #i'm making myself late for work with this one but oh well

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vanityloves · 3 years ago

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Howdy Jude!!!!! I wanted to ask: what's a funky fun date night you see you and Spencer having :o? I keep thinking of y'all playing laser tag or playing outside in the summer with dyed water balloons :3c

I'm looking forward to hearing your answer if you feel like answering it-- no pressure if you don't!

Tex @tex-treasures

hiii tex thank you for the ask + the prompts omg (and sorry its so late)! i hope youre doing well hun :> @tex-treasures heres a glimpse of an au w/ spencer ive been working on 😳 /jjj

I can definitely see both those things happening honestly!

Spencer is kind of a busy body but mot extremely athletic or active per say, BUT he'd love having those types of dates! - nothing like hiking long distances or running marathons (he'd pass out at mile 3 from the heat tbh) but running around the 'map' and getting competitive is definitely up his alley! He's a bit of a child and probably makes friends with the 15 year olds that play on his team and really gets into it; it's silly but sweet seeing this tree of a man peek his gun around the corner and randomly fire jqjdj

I'm pretty non-competitive but I'm not a lousy guy or someone that wants to ruin the experience - ill run around and probably bump into him too many times for it to be funny, especially with the loud noises of plastic smashing together. He reminds me we're not play football before shooting my pack and running off, laughing to himself. I'm not a sore loser BUT I will, however, get annoyed if he's rubbing it in my face on how I lost 'just, SO bad.' He'll probably make up for it with ice cream or something like that.

From what I know, Seattle is pretty gloomy (atmosphere wise) but he'd never pass up a day to mess around w/ water guns and balloons when the warmer seasons roll around. I think he's the type to shoot water at me from across the room and run off and it just turns into a whole thing, even with the gang. Knowing there's an episode where they all run around trying to shoot each other w/ paintballs really solidifies the fact that this overgrown child can and will partake in any type of game and even when im 'out', he'd still accidentally get me and apologize for it later (and clean everything up).

Something he's canonly good at is skating so i feel like he'd wanna show off that skill a bit, especially after finding his old skates in his closet. Rollerblading/skating is something I've only done as a child (maybe 6ish?) But if ice skating is anything like that, I'll be semi competent on my own bc surprisingly, I know how to ice skate, unbeknownst to him - so I'll let him have his Teacher Time and let him have his moment to shine. Plus the added bonus of holding his hands to keep me steady or hands on my waist is too good to pass up anyways!

bonus thingy:

Not really a date thing but Spencer is pretty crafty and makes his own costumes and stuff but I like to imagine helping him out by dyeing fabrics or holding things in place for him. Occasionally he'll make me wear whatever it is just to see how it'll fall or vice versa, he'll trust me to pin certain parts down while he wears the piece!

i like to think of him designing something like a jacket, shirt, pants, etc to work on as a present for me but he's not very good at secrets and tends to fixate so he might hole himself up until he's finished despite my birthday/the holidays/etc being months away, so he opts to just give them to me asap bc he wants to see my reaction. he's like that guy on tiktok that makes clothes for his gf all the time 😭

#i wrote most of this Months ago - actually the day i faceplanted at work but I digress. i just never found time to finish em up and post 😭#ask reply #tex!!!#sunny!!!#my headcanons #i have this whole doc of hcs i need to rewrite bc i changed my s/i lol #but its like 2k words atm and im mot DONE like bestie nothing ab icar//ly is this deep...TO YOU.#rips and tears at his sleeve like a dog pick me up pet me give me a treat #icarly rambles #pls d.o no.t rb unless we're mutuals #pls d.o n.o.t reply unless we're mutuals/friends/etc #imagine a random person rb my spencer hcs its why i put everything under the cut aijss #s: hotrod

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hi Pia! I'm just curious about how you decide which projects to work on when? like, do you say "on Monday I'll work on eg TIP3" or something? or do you just pick on the day? loving FFS btw, thank you :)

I definitely don’t pick on the day! Three major things come into play when I decide what I’m writing:

1. Priority 2. Wordcount (30k) /time (30~ days) 3. Boredom/interest

So I have to achieve a minimum of 30,000 words per month. Given my average chapter length on my main stories is quite high, that’s sometimes between about 4-6 chapters.

Then we have the maths. At the absolute minimum now that the Patreon’s back up and running again, I must write, per month:

3 chapters of TIP 1 chapter of Beast 1 chapter of Patreon AU (in this case, The Nascent Diplomat)

That already puts me squarely in the average. However in an ideal month I write:

4 chapters of TIP 2 chapters of Beast 1 chapter of Patreon AU

Which puts me over my average.

Therefore, The Ice Plague is always what I start with at the beginning of the month no matter what I feel like, and I will always write two chapters back to back before looking at anything else, at least. After that I usually write a fanfiction chapter for my own sanity (Beast at the moment). And then it’s right back to The Ice Plague.

When I hit 30,000 words I’m usually not through my list of chapters yet, but I have to take a five day break (or try to, anyway). During that break I re-assess and start planning out the writing for the rest of the month based on how much I think I can do over my minimum wordcount. But usually after Beast I will write one more chapter of TIP, and then write the Patreon early access content, and then one more chapter of TIP (and in an ideal world, I have time left over for one more chapter of Beast. It’s not always an ideal world).

Falling Falling Stars has doubled my workload, since I’m doing that on top of everything else, I haven’t actually changed my priority order at all. You can see here how I generally deliver my chapters in a certain order:

The exception there was June, which was a very bad month, but also a month I had technically available to me as a ‘holiday’ so I played more with fanfiction.

Also I generally have to achieve a daily wordcount - ideally - of around 500-1000 words (this doesn’t include editing but that has to happen too). Usually I write between 1000-2000 words most days. If I hit my work target re: words, then I can spend the night working on other projects if I want. Most of the time I’m too tired to, but that’s actually when I’ve been writing Falling Falling Stars atm. Though I’m a bit burnt out so I’m back to just focusing on the priority order.

You can see that Falling Falling Stars hasn’t actually changed my priority order, lol, though I won’t be able to write as much of it now that I’m back to writing the Patreon AU / extra again. But I always front-load the month with The Ice Plague.

I don’t ever mess with the writing priority, and I generally decide what it’s going to be at least a year in advance. I’m very disciplined, and I stick to that priority listing as much as possible. Does it mean that I’m sometimes working on projects I don’t always feel like working on? Yes. But I still love everything I’m working on, and it’s not hard to get into something even if I’d rather be writing something else in the moment. After all, if I finish my wordcount, I can always write whatever I like in the evening.

#asks and answers #pia on writing #basically with the editing #that happens as i go generally #though right now because of FFS #i have three chapters in the backlog waiting to be edited #which is a bit intimidating #the priority list basically changes based on project #for example when i finished tip 2 #i took 4 months to smash out Perth Shifters 2 #original writing and serials are always the first priority #fanfiction is usually the last but it's bumped up #and the patreon extra is only one chapter which is why it's third on the list #because i can generally manage that okay #if i was writing two chapters #it'd go up to second on the list #and that's how i do it!#Anonymous

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