#on the docket

[storiesofsvu]

I’m not sure if there’s a lot of new people here or if y’all missed a couple of posts…. But here’s some food for thought.

Hi, I’m Katt, i have a full time job, am slowly recovering from severe burnout & unfortunately cannot always prioritize writing as it does not pay the bills.

I do not follow any kind of posting schedule. I never have & I never will!!!

Sometimes you’ll get three ch’s in a week, sometimes there’ll be three weeks between chapters. It all depends on how much writing i’ve gotten done. Also pls remember im working on two full series & still have one shots/req’s to play around with.

The HOPE when it comes to

Decadent Desires

And

Don’t Blame Me

Are that they will get WEEKLY updates.

That means once a week. Could be Sunday, could be Friday. Again, it depends & this may change if I lose inspiration/motivation. If you want a chapter early, you can always bribe me with a ko-fi😂

That is all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Apologies for putting this in the tags i just wanted to make sure it was seen so no one will hound me.

#emily prentiss x reader #joe velasco x reader #decadent desires #don’t blame me #wips #writing update #personal #on the docket

[clare-with-no-i]

extended preview

They’re standing on a corner in Diagon Alley, a few feet and thirteen years between them. James leans on the blunt edge of the pub they’ve just exited, his shirt half-untucked from woolen trousers, dangling a spliff between his fingers. Lily takes him in slowly, like a third-quarter moon or a Rorschach test: parsing the shadows, drawing lines across him in her head. Looking for the craters and the diagnosis.

“Had enough of trivia, then?” he asks her, the first thing he’s said since he followed her outside. She wasn’t aware that anyone had noticed her departure from the crowd. Maybe she’s overestimated her surreptitiousness.

“We were winning by a mile. I thought I could be spared.”

He nods at this, smiling wryly. “They’re bound to start barring us from the door if we keep cleaning the place out.”

Lily chuckles mildly, tilting her head to look through a stained-glass window at the warped, golden image of the people inside. It’s the first time they’ve all been out together, his mates and hers and the stragglers in between. Marlene had called it ‘a proper celebration.’ It feels more like a school reunion.

“What,” she says, “you plan on making this a regular event?”

He lets this hang for a while, bringing the spliff — hand-rolled by himself at the pub table, which had been a surprise, because she didn’t know he had habits that were so self-flagellatory, let alone so practiced — to his mouth and inhaling. There’s a torch above him and a little to the right, a little closer to her. Everything around them feels like a storybook.  

Lily waits.

Finally, James exhales through his nose and then his mouth, cutting his jaw forward to send a plateau of smoke toward the night sky. Lily watches it disappear and then turns, facing the alley, like she’s more interested in the ghost of his breath than the physical reality of him in front of her. Maybe she is, actually. She’s been clutching at his past for so long, she wouldn’t know what to do with something solid in her grip.

“I think you know I’m no good at making plans,” he says, and then adds, “or following them, for that matter.”

“That’s why you were so shit at Potions, you know. Never able to follow a recipe.”

She can hear him take another drag. “Is that why?”

“Mm-hm.”

“I thought…er. I thought—I was just too focused on other things.”

The stumbling in his speech makes her pause and cast a look over at him. James doesn’t talk like that. He’s never talked like that. He talks like a prince or a poet, like a fabled hero. Knights have no use for contrition, or hesitation.

Is it better to speak, she thinks, or to die?

“Of course,” she says, after a while. It feels like she’s the one who’s been smoking. Leave it to James Potter to give her a secondhand high. “Star athlete, you were. The rest of us mortals had time to spare on ickle things like lessons. You were always off playing sport.”

This, of course, is the crux of it all.

James received an offer to be first-string chaser for the Barcelona Basilisks in January of their seventh year, and it was everything he’d ever wanted wrapped up in a pretty Castilian bow. She remembers the day vividly, the way his face lit up in the Great Hall when the envelope sailed into his lap. The entire Gryffindor table cheered like they’d all gotten offers, too. Refusal was out of the question.

So, from then on, the question became an imperative, a direct order: time to make a clean break.

#my stuff #the way the wind shakes #it is as they say #on the docket #posting writing on the tl with reckless abandon because it's either this or i ghost tumblr for months #sorry to say those are the only options

[writingintheshadowsforever]

On The Docket

Hey everyone I have to be the work a little earlier than usual so no posts today but I have quite a few imagines going up tomorrow

2 Shuri x Reader

2 Okoye x Reader

2 Queen Ramonda x Reader

1 Namor x Reader

Steal Your Heart Part 7 Yelena x Reader

I might save a few for Monday considering I work all day Monday

#on the docket #black panther wakanda forever #black panther imagine #requests open #request

[hb-writes]

The June Docket

QUEUED for Sundays:

White Collar Angst: Neal & Alice — (6/5, already posted)

Twilight Angst: Edward & Mia — (6/12)

True Blood Angst: Godric & Elizabeth — (6/19)

Fifty Shades Angst: Christian & Emmeline — (6/26)

MAYBES (extras) for this month: 

Little Lady Blinder: Chapter 30

Alphabetical Outcast Part IV: Sylvie & Daphne

Peaky Blinders: Jack x Reader/ OC - I really need to rewatch S6 before this one becomes an actual possibility.

✍️ The WIP List ✍️

#on the docket #june 2022

[swingleftnewsjunkie]

#on the docket

[deanwinchesterpregnant]

shower

w*ed

spn episode 21

#on the docket

[chimeracauldron]

buh

#myart #sona #the bitch herself #well i dont have the hair yet but its on the docket

[chrisrin]

LET ME COOK!!!!

#gemcyt #grian #chris doodles #first of four on the docket #(gonna be doing grian scar ren and martyn) #mcyt #su

[seo-changbinnies]

gifs of my sunshine (137/∞)

#stray kids #felix #lee felix #felixleenet #createskz #bystay #staysource #jypartists #malegroupsnet #yongbok #lee yongbok #stray kids gifs #stray kids felix #skz #my.gifs #mysunshine #posting this at work while i listen to one of the attorney's get chewed out bc he missed docket call #whoopsies lmao

[prrtnrr]

Teddie: i thought. i was all alone. Ryuji: HEY!! what the fuck is wrong with U! what, u jsut think u can hit me and get away- wait- shadow?? are you a per- Futaba: its! uh! just a really realistic talking doll!! yea! we'll just get that back and be on our way- Teddie: nno, i know u understand me. please. just respond to me. all my friends are human they wouldnt understand, but they tried so hard to help me find myself. was it the same for u? is this ur sensei? Morgana: You're... wait. How do you have a human form?! This is so unfair! Wait you haven't seen a Maruki lately, have you? Not lying to yourself, right? Teddie: maruki? is that a food? i wouldnt lie to myself, we just got done saving my disappointing friend from his dungeon to make him stop lying to himself Futaba: dungeon..? oh! palace- Akira: Maybe we should talk somewhere else.

#teddie persona 4 #morgana p5 #ryuji sakamoto #futaba sakura #akira kurosu #ren amamiya #((im so sorry for using a different name for yet another persona protag. but i have an agenda. jun kurosu is that agenda.)) #((also oops no yosuke)) #((next on my docket is souji and yosuke talking feelings so he'll be back soon)) #File 02

[foldingfittedsheets]

What’s funny to me is that I was pulling my 20 for 20 sale images to actually post to Instagram and I get noticeably better at pet portraits as I’ve continued, just like. Dang. It’s almost like practice continues to have tangible benefits….

#ramblies #art practice #wild #it’s also helped in the process that I block out landmarks now before I start painting which saves a ton of time #but still massive improvement #I have a cat one on the docket that I’m excited about #the lighting is so lovely and soft

[storiesofsvu]

Alright besties! The ask box is cleared out! Ive gone through all the WIPs i had in word & deleted all the ones that I have lost thoughts or motivation for & this what we’re left with! 18 one shots/drabbles!

Feel free to zoom in lol.

The three under the cut are a Hotch smut, Amanda angst & Emily semi public smut👀

Let’s get writing!!

#personal #writing update #on the docket #criminal minds #ncis #law and order svu #aaron hotchner x reader #amanda rollins x reader #emily prentiss x reader #rafael barba x reader #alex blake x reader #olivia benson x reader #casey novak #addison montgomery

[theminecraftbee]

oh. just got through the backstory segment of fish-man island. my decision to make scott and martyn former sun pirates has. implications. huh. well then.

#ll op au #OKAY NEXT ON THE DOCKET: ACTUALLY FIGURE OUT WHATS UP WITH THEM #because. OH BOY IS THERE A LOT GOING ON THERE #but hey I was right about the trauma— #sorta tempted to make them former /arlong/ pirates too now actually but also MAYBE NOT……

[laundrybiscuits]

“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”

Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”

“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”

“Jesus. No shit?”

“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”

She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”

Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.

But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.

The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.

Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.

“Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”

Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”

Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.

“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

#new fic time YET AGAIN yes I know I have other things on the boil #seasonal things even #but I have recently spent 36 hours without sleep in airports/airplanes bc the nation of britain is 0% equipped to handle subzero temps #I literally kept myself sane by rereading nice comments I'd saved on my phone so thanks for that y'all #and I just needed to work on a thing that wasn't an angsty mid-90s Steve POV set in chicago; this was next on the docket #I'm just out here vibing with my Eddie & Robin: Gay BFFs agenda #obviously this will be steddie eventually but it feels disingenuous to tag on this part #fyi this will not be fully compliant with Rebel Robin but there may be some details drawn from the book/podcast #fic: purify our misfit ways

[hb-writes]

Angst Queued for Sunday: Polly & Clara w/ Finn while the boys are in France.

#little lady blinder #on the docket

[swingleftnewsjunkie]

#on the docket #law #crime #democratic party #democrats #demorcat