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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 11 months

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Head Over Heels - Goose

Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw / Fem!Reader (Nicknamed Honey)

Word Count: 1.5k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog is 18+ Only.

Warnings: Accidents; Referenced Bad Dates; Slight Self-Loathing; Female Reader with No Description, No "Y/N" or "You," Nicknamed "Honey"

Summary: Goose goes on a bad date and wants to give up. Maverick tells him that he just can't sit around and wait for the perfect girl to come around. Except fate has other plans.

Note: Set pre-Top Gun 1986. No Carole in this universe. She's off living her best life elsewhere. Bradley's not here (but maybe he'll come later? We'll see)

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“I’m hopeless, Mav! Absolutely hopeless!” Goose complained, holding his face in his hands.

“You are not hopeless,” Maverick assured Goose, though his expression gave away his real opinion. “Just a little . . . rusty.”

The two were walking down the boardwalk after a disaster of a double date with two women that they met in town. And to say that it was a complete mess would have been generous. It all started with a spilled glass of water and ended with Maverick getting whacked in the face with a purse while defending Goose’s honor.

“Mav, let’s just face facts,” Goose sighed, turning to his pilot and best friend. “I’m hopeless, I have no idea how to impress women, and I’ll probably die alone because of it.”

“Goose, you’re overreacting,” Maverick cut in, clapping his best friend on his shoulder. “She just wasn’t the one. Anywhere near the one. But, hey, there’s got to be some girl out there who’ll be the perfect match to you. I can sense it.”

“But where the hell is she Mav?” Goose sighed, starting to walk along again.

“I don’t know, Goose, you’ve got to go out and look for her. The perfect girl isn’t just going to fall into your arms,” Maverick replied, shaking his head.

“Watch out!” a voice suddenly called out.

Goose turned just in time to see a woman on a pair of roller skates heading towards him. He had about a split second to react. Reaching out his arms as a reflex, Goose managed to catch her as she tripped on the uneven wooden paneling on the ground. Her momentum caused them to both dip towards the ground until they were rolling together.

Goose managed to stop their rolling and found himself staring down at the most beautiful woman that he had ever set his sights on. She stared up at him with wide eyes, panting a bit, and resting her hand on his firm chest. He didn’t know her name, but Honey just felt right. She looked sweet, just like honey, and he wouldn’t mind a—no, Goose, no, he scolded himself.

“Hi,” Goose breathed out, memorizing by the literal angel that crashed into him.

“Hi,” Honey returned, similarly dazed.

“Jesus Christ, are you two alright!?” Maverick yelled, startling the two of them back to reality.

“I’m so sorry!” Honey immediately yelped, trying to scramble up. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Goose replied, getting up and keeping a hold on her hand to steady her. “Just a little dust. Nothing more.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, glancing over his form for any scratches.

“Yeah, it’ll take more than that to take me out,” Goose chuckled, holding her steady as she slipped a bit on her skates. “Are you alright?”

“Just a bit embarrassed,” she sighed, grabbing Goose a bit tighter. “This is what I get for trying to be someone that I’m not.”

And no sooner had she finished her sentence then Honey slipped towards the ground. Luckily, Goose had quick reflexes and managed to wrap his arms around her before she fell to the ground again. Of course, his maneuver ended up with her hanging in his arms like they were dancing partners and he was dipping her for some romantic move, which caused them both to grow even more flustered.

Maverick glanced between Goose and Honey with wide eyes. Glancing up at the sky and then down at his own hands for a moment, Maverick quietly wondered if he somehow summoned this woman to this exact spot.

“Why don’t we get you over to a bench?” Goose suggested with a chuckled, straightening her up again.

“That’s probably for the best,” she agreed, letting Goose help her over to a wooden bench.

Carefully setting her down on the bench, Goose kneeled down in front of Honey and started to untie the skates on her feet. Maverick hid a smirk behind his hand when he saw just how flustered and pleased Honey looked as Goose helped her with her skates.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Goose just needed to stand there and let fate do the work for him.

“There, now you’re safe,” Goose joked, setting the two skates beside her on the bench.

“Thank you,” she replied meekly, still highly embarrassed. “And I’m so sorry about running into you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Goose assured her with a kind smile. “But, can I ask why you’re skating around the boardwalk if you . . .?”

“Can’t skate?” Honey offered with a laugh. “My friend somehow managed to rope me into it.”

“Where’s your friend then?” Goose asked her.

The call of her actual name caused Goose, Maverick, and Honey to turn around to see another woman quickly skating towards them. She was more than likely the friend who indirectly caused the whole interaction based on the way that Honey sheepishly waved to her.

“Penny, I told you that this was a bad idea,” Honey sighed, gesturing towards the skates. “I was this close to going into the water. And I accidentally tackled him along the way.”

“Better than most linebackers,” Maverick joked, smiling brighter as he turned to face Penny. Well, if Goose got a beautiful girl to pay attention to him, why should Maverick get the same opportunity? “I’m Pete, Pete Mitchell. But you can call me Maverick. And the sack of potatoes that your friend took down is my RIO Goose.”

“Goose?” Honey repeated, sounding confused.

“You two are naval aviators?” Penny asked curiously, glancing between Maverick and Goose with newfound interest.

“It’s a callsign,” Goose explained to Honey. “My real name is Nick. You can call me whatever you prefer. I answer to both.”

“Goose somehow seems to fit you more,” Honey mused, turning to Goose again with a bashful smile.

“I think so,” Goose agreed, his cheeks literally aching from how hard he was smiling.

“Are you two free the rest of tonight?” Penny asked, shooting a knowing smirk at her friend. “We were just going to grab some dessert down at the end of the boardwalk. If you two are interested.”

“Well, it would be completely rude and downright unchivalrous if we didn’t take them up on their offer. Wouldn’t it, Goose?”

“It would,” Goose quickly blurted out before he turned to Honey. “Unless, of course, you think it wouldn’t be.”

“No, no, you should come,” Honey agreed, grabbing his hand. “So that I can properly thank you for the mess that I created.”

“Well, I can’t say ‘no’ to that,” Goose stated with a wide smile.

“Great, it’s settled! Let’s go,” Penny urged, gesturing down the boardwalk.

“Penny, we should grab our real shoes first,” Honey insisted, standing up. “I can’t walk barefoot all the way down there. And the parking lot is just up there.”

“I can carry you,” Goose offered, causing Honey’s eyes to widen a bit.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t let the chicken frame throw you off,” Maverick vouched on Goose’s behalf. “He’s stronger than he looks.”

“Thanks, Mav,” Goose hissed out, shooting his best friend a look.

“Great! Goose will carry you to the car and then we’ll all grab dessert together,” Penny stated, leaving no room for argument.

“You don’t have to carry me,” Honey assured Goose, but he simply smiled in return.

“No, no, I insist. Here, you can climb up onto my back,” Goose offered, turning around.

With some careful maneuvering, Honey clambered up onto Goose’s back and the new group of four headed up to Honey’s car. Goose and Honey fell into their own separate conversation from Penny and Maverick, who seemed to have instantly clicked. They reached Honey’s car in no time and with a quick shoe change, they were on their way down to the ice cream shop.

“So, what would you prefer me to call you?” Goose asked Honey, who smiled up at him.

“You can call me . . . tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? What kind of—oh,” Goose quickly caught on, causing Honey to giggle a bit. “Sorry, that wasn’t smooth at all.”

“I think it’s cute,” Honey replied, smiling at Goose bashfully.

“I think they’re so cute,” Penny whispered to Maverick, grabbing his arm lightly. “It’s been so long since she felt confident around a guy. She gets flustered so easily and they all make fun of her.”

“Goose isn’t like that at all. He’s a complete gentleman,” Maverick assured Penny, glancing back at Goose and Honey. “And between you and me, his confidence has been shot. The last couple of dates that he’s been on were disasters.”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re just what each other needs,” Penny mused before turning to Maverick. “So, tell me about yourself, Maverick.”

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #nick goose bradshaw x reader #nick bradshaw #nick bradshaw x reader #nick goose bradshaw #goose top gun #top gun 1986 #goose x reader #top gun goose #goose bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #penny benjamin

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southparkxreader · 1 year

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pairings: post covid ! kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh x reader. trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns , uses of y/n + l/n ( get that interactive fic extension loaded , lads ) . disclaimer : i haven’t written anything like this in a long time . only interact with this post if you are 18 or above , minors are not welcomed on my blog . small intro of a future series im going to start in a fic form , putting this out there to see if anyone is interested and to get a taste for how alive the fandom is .

stay with me ... fanfic series being kenny’s assistant.

kenny has a nasty habit of losing track - it can range from his paper work , to notes when he’s going on one of his tangents and just needing to let it all out before it fleets from mind, to as simple as forgetting what day of the week it is : forgetting dates, scheduled events, that sort of thing. he really cannot coordinate his own life if it meant saving it, he’s just got too much going on, ten fold when it comes to his work -

it was kyle’s idea, actually - listening to kenny apologize yet again for forgetting one of the days they were supposed to meet up on. he sighs, exasperated, annoyed, any rational person would be when plans kept going haywire because someone couldn’t even bother to turn up “have you thought about a personal assistant ?” leaning on his kitchen counter, watching the new snow fall as he leaned into the phone “it’ll help. if it doesn’t, i’m just going to stop making plans with you.”

is he being serious ? no, but still - he’s on thin ice.

kenny starts interviewing a week later, because it really isn’t a bad idea - he’s ashamed that he never thought of it sooner. the applications come flooding through, who wouldn’t want a front row seat to a genius like him ? the things they’d get to witness first hand, new discoveries, seeing his mind in person and with a front row seat. it was too good to be true, nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to put their application through.

after about a dozen interviews, he’s just about ready to give up.

then,,,, you come in - it was like he took a shot of vodka with how you snapped him awake - his eyes trail over you for a moment, he could see straight away how nervous you were - despite how much you were trying to hide it. cheeks were clearly flushed, fidgeting with your fingers before you held out a hand towards the man, smile shaky but bright as you did your best to put on a brave face, a little tremble in your hand as anxiety shot through you didn’t go missed, either “its a pleasure to meet you, mr mccormick, truly, it’s an honour. ”

well, right then and there, kenny thought you were just the sweetest little thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. he had his mind made up before your hands locked together, his large palm swallowing yours so easily as he sent you a dazzling smile, if any of his friends were in the room they’d make faces, sending him an accusing glare , they know the look too well and it’s anything but innocent “it’s a pleasure meet you too, mrs. l/n. you flatter me too much, please, sit - let’s begin, it says here that you - “

he has to at least pretend to be professional.

you got the phone call later that night with confirmation that you got the job. did you dance around your apartment, scream the minute the phone call ended ? absolutely you did. now you have a chance to actually enjoy work, to do something with your life rather than dragging yourself through it, to work along side the brightest mind of their generation.

he called kyle up the minute things were confirmed. telling him it was the best and only good idea he'll ever have again. to which he responds with a "fuck you... wait, what are you talking about ... why do you sound like that?" kyle knows, he knows kenny too well not to know.

when stan, kyle and kenny next have a meet up, it’s an annoying shocked and open surprise that kenny graced them with his presence, for having the ability to turn up on time. after a lot of shit talking, kenny finally falls into speaking about you, a little too much, stan and kyle have no choice but to want to meet you.

when they do ... ?

oh... oh they get it .

#post covid ! kyle broflovski x reader #post covid ! kenny mccormick x reader #post covid ! stan marsh x reader #sp x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader

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mortallychaotickingdom · 1 year

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✨ Experimenting with the studio Ghbli artstyle! ✨

⬇️ Read more for some random rambling and little updates on my projects⬇️

Hello hello!

I recently joined a year-long program of drawing exercises and for the month of January it was included to copy another artist's style. To make everything more interesting I decided to pick the artstyle from the artbooks I own and to have some free content for my blog I made some pl characters (what a smartass). However since all of this is about improving/challenging myself I picked some characters I don't draw too often and I gotta say that I'm decently satisfied with the results! I might do more or... do other characters with other artstyles so you'll see I guess eheh

Also, little off topic note, I'm working on the drawings for the dtiys (yes I'm making two, you'll see why) and writing down all the rules and stuff! It should be ready for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! ✨

Also x2 I still have to work on the final part of the weekly Des-guide, it'll arrive sooner or later but probably for the next week (I hope)

👉👈

#pl #professor layton #studio ghibli #flora reinhold #anton herzen #pl sophia #clive dove #dimitri allen #drawing exercise #Anton and Sophia were just too perfect for Howl and Sophie #Sophia...Sophie: mindblown

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kidcosmonaut · 6 months

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No Banners — Poe Dameron x f!Reader — Prologue

Description: Poe Dameron is set to break you, a pirate who is just as much an enemy to the resistance as you are to the First Order, out of prison, not knowing that what follows will test both of your loyalties. Warnings: murder, strong language Words: 1.1k A/N: This is me rewriting a fic that I started on years ago on another blog but never got past the prologue. If it feels familiar, it might be!

Prologue ☆ Chapter One →

Vinis Dallo woke to darkness. Not the kind of darkness he would like, mind — he’d have been happy to awaken to a dark hotel room in the inner rim with a beautiful Twi’lek on each side of him, the way a man like him deserved — but a fake darkness, created by fabric, by some sort of bag thrown over his head. The last thing he remembered was an alarm, a siren alerting him that his ship was being boarded by hostiles. And then this.

He’d kill them. He’d get his hands on those filthy pirates sooner or later and make them pay for every scrap of metal they damaged, for every belonging of his they touched, but most of all for the indignity they forced him to endure.

“He’s stirrin’,” someone said.

Dallo heard the shuffle of feet, and then the bag was ripped from his head.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Cap’n’s protocol. Don’t risk nobody seein’ nothin’ they shouldn’t. Nothin’ to see here, though. Y’alright?”

“Pirate scum,” he croaked. How long had he been out that he couldn’t even talk? What had they done to him?

“Ah. You’re thirsty. I’ll see what I can do ‘bout gettin’ ya some water.”

“I don’t want your damn—”

“It just gets drier from here, I promise ya. Accept it while ya can.”

“No,” said Dallo, more forcefully.

“What’ve I told you?” came a new voice, from off to his left, where he hadn’t ventured to look yet. “All the money in this galaxy cannot buy a person sense. Go, Tonor. I’ll let you know if he changes his mind about your offering.”

Tonor, his name must then have been, widened his already big, black eyes, and nodded. “Yes, Cap’n,” he said, scurrying off like a bug.

From the shadows emerged the woman who had spoken, a human in a long, red coat, fingers covered in shining rings she’d no doubt stolen from previous victims, and enough necklaces to cause aches.

“You,” Dallo spat.

“Me,” you said, gleefully.

“I should have known. We didn’t even see you coming.”

“It’s a fast ship, mine. Scavenged it together myself. Kept a part from yours as well, that I think will be a lovely addition to genetics. That, ah, cloaking device. That is something. Not good enough to sufficiently hide you, it turns out, but technology can only do so much for a crew when their pilot’s an idiot.”

“Fuck you.”

“Succinct. Pity, the rumors had all made you out to be a wonderful conversationalist and I do love to talk.” Your fingers dragged across his chest, faltering just over the pendant that hung from it. “This is pretty.”

He leaned forward. “Pirate whore.” He spat, this time literally, the thick glob hitting you on the cheek.

You blinked slowly, your facial expression even. With the back of your hand, you wiped your cheek and then, before he had a chance to brace himself, slapped him with it so hard his chair fell over.

It stung. Even after the contact pain subsided a bit, he could feel some kid of sharp burning on his skin — the rings, it must have been. You cut his face with them.

“You don’t seem to realize the situation you’re in, warmonger,” you told him, kicking the exposed back of the chair just beside his head until he was on his back, still tied up and defenseless, now staring at the ceiling. One of your boots came to rest upon his collarbone. “See, your ship was blown to shards hours ago with your crew still on it. Everyone who knew of your fate is dead. It’ll be days before anyone’s noticed you haven’t made it to your destination and sounds the alarms over it, and by then, well. And you’re here spitting in the face of the one person in the galaxy with the ability to help you? Not the choice I’d make.”

“Help me? You’re going to kill me!”

“With the way things are going right now? Yes, I’d say that’s likely. But I don’t have to. And since you still have something I want… maybe we can work out a deal.”

“You’ll let me go?”

“Sure. We’re already docked. I can let you off my ship right here, and you can take the first ride back to Canto Bight. How does that sound?”

He shouldn’t have trusted you. You were a pirate. Still, he knew who your family was, and he knew they wouldn’t make deals without meaning it.

And it was his only chance, anyway. He didn’t want to die.

“What do you want from me?”

“The passcode to that little map you had in your deck. The one I reckon has all every coordinate to every munitions factory and warehouse you own. Acquiesce, and I’ll check that the code works, and you can walk right out.”

Dallo swallowed hard. “8-1-2-3.”

You grinned. “Good boy.”

And then you disappeared, leaving him to stare at the ceiling. He was going to get out. He knew he was, he’d played enough games in Canto Bight to know when he was being lied to, and you weren’t lying.

Mercy. At the hands of the galaxy’s most notorious and destructive pirate.

It took just minutes for you to return, looking pleased, with two of your crew mates in tow. Tonor, as you’d called him, the Rodian, and a Togruta female he recognized as your first mate, Syala Tille.

Syala righted his chair with a roll of her eyes — at him or at your dramatics, he wasn’t sure — and Tonor got to work at untying his bonds.

Dallo shook his leg slightly, hoping to feel the weight of the blaster he always kept hidden by his ankle, but came up short. Of course you’d have checked. He was lucky you hadn’t strip-searched him, at least as far as he was aware.

“It worked. But you knew that, of course,” you said with a wave of your hand. “A deal’s a deal. You’re free to go. My bullies will walk you out.”

“You never told me which planet we’re on.”

“No,” you said. “I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. You were flying awfully close to the edge of the mid rim when we caught you, figured we’d take a little detour from there. We always did love exploration.”

His stomach dropped. “We’re in the unknown area.”

“Indeed. This planet has no name. It’s not on any maps. Not a surprise, really, it doesn’t have any water, either. If anyone’s ever visited before, I imagine they didn’t stay for long. Certainly won’t come back.”

You reached out and snagged the pendant right off his neck.

“You’re leaving me here to die,” he said.

“Maybe. Probably.” You grinned. “You should have accepted the water.”

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bryan360 · 1 month

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No “On This Day” posting I’ll be focusing today.

Also….

‼️(NO COPYING OR PLAGIARIZING FROM ME AND ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIEND’S WORK! THAT INCLUDES OUR CHARACTERS, DESIGNS, STUFF, ETC. IMPOSTERS AND SEXBOTS ARE NOT WELCOME TO FOLLOW MY BLOG WHATSOEVER! 😡 That will be all….I mean it.)‼️

2024 Review - Seagate 2TB Portable Drive (Third/Final - Storing game(s))

It’s been a long time coming; not to mention through scheduling at the program all weekdays I’d been in. Nevertheless, I’m finally coming back to this topic for the final time. After that the second half of installing with my gaming console is done, I’m now be storing/moving one of my games from its internal storage; which I’d already got it at early January this year.

⬆️ (From January. 6th, 2024; 3:04 to 6:24 P.M)

The first one is I’d finally gotten to installed Forza Horizon 5; the same game from last year’s Christmas gift for my Xbox One system. You can thank our friend @carmenramcat of ever giving me for Christmas by surprise. Link Here

I haven’t boosted this racing game yet; not until after getting my own potable hard drive in early January 2024. There are plenty of games in it as well, but that’s gonna wait after the final part of this topic review.

So anyways, I’d managed to move this to my portable hard drive which had lot of storage needed. Just how long it will take after installing? Well from checking in actual time (via screenshots information) about 3:04 to 6:24 P.M., it’s 3 hours, 20 minutes, and 33 seconds when calculated by using calculator.net website. Wow. Sure it would make sense due to how big this racing game will be, but taking three hours or less was a bit long. Still, nothing bad happens once it’s done for my portable drive. At least I’m grateful that I’d finally got this game downloaded after months later. The transfer progress should’ve speed things up though. That being said, I can’t wait to dive in unless for further planning to share soon. Or if I haven’t gotten through FH3 progress as of yet. I’d appreciate for having my portable drive with me that I’m willing to transfer other games more. 👍

Update: So I haven’t downloaded just one FH5 updated patch just yet. Not until back in Sunday this week that I got it as well. Now it took me about from 1:52 to 2:23 P.M.; or 31 minutes and 5 seconds shorter. Not bad that didn’t take this long. I won’t be surprised that there will more updated patches for FH5 to check out, just in case.

(Back in March. 24th, 2024) (just after transferring other games that I’d save since February 3rd, 2024)

Now to get into with my other games I’ve previously transfer for my portable hard drive. During the same date of January 6th, I did the second time with 👊💥MultiVersus; a free to play fighting platform made by Player First Games. It took about few minutes than I did with my Forza Horizon 5 game within three hours or less. And then afterwards til February 3rd at 6:20 to 6:53 P.M., I got with two previous Forza Horizon titles, Rare Replay included two Banjo-Kazooie titles, Cuphead, Kingdom Hearts 3, and PAC-MAN Museum+. Talk about plenty of some along the way. Thought looks like it takes minutes for almost all games included this time. That’s good to see that it happened, right?

So anyways as I’d going back to its storage devices setting, my portable drive is about 16.1% within 1.5 TB free spaces. It’s not full enough as of yet. Though who knows if there’s plenty room to pick which I’m going for sooner or later. Other than that, I also pointed out for its internal storage had few games in it. It’ll be for another time to save, I promise.

My Experience/Overall Thoughts: ⬇️

Storing/transferring FH5 (Forza Horizon 5) (plus other games) with my external hard drive was an interesting progress to get through. It depends how many games to transferring within minutes/hours before completion. All in all, I couldn’t done it without my first portable drive that I’d wanted for my gaming console. It won’t be a matter of time before I can get a new one in the near future, but not right now. I’m happy of having a portable drive I’ll be taking care of. 🙂 If you’re curious or interested to get one of those, then it’s available on Amazon.com. It normally cost about $70, so hopefully that you still have your savings left. Link Here

See ya guys until my upcoming topics are coming soon. 👋

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301 @rafacaz4lisam2k4 @paektu

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tryslora · 4 months

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ND Creative: Time, Focus, Organization

Time, focus, and organization can be complicated things as an ND creative.

Objectively, I know what I need to do. I know all the steps. I even know that in order to get it done, I have to list out all of those steps, note how long each will take and their dependencies, then reorganize them into a timeline.

Then I stare at the screen, or the piece of paper, and my brain just stops. Says nope. Hits the mental and emotional back button to get the hell out of that mode.

Makes it kind of hard to get anything done.

I’m currently struggling with this exact thing on multiple levels. Why am I blogging about it? Well, I’m hoping that if I talk about the places where I’m stuck, maybe I’ll become unstuck.

Oh, the funny ways we try to trick our minds, yeah?

Big List Things I Need to Do:

Publishing stuff with DPP (timeline not under my control)

Publishing stuff for independent book (oh hey, a release date would be nice and I’m the one who has to set that)

Plotting and outlining the next PHU novel (is it over a year overdue? I’m sure no one noticed…)

Plotting and outlining the next 7Lakes novel (because when the first one comes out, “where’s the sequel” will hopefully be the obvious first question)

There are a million other things on my list in various sizes from small through medium and even large, but none quite as unwieldy as all of those.

I’ve been blocked on these timelines—both for publishing and for plotting—for a long, long time. I feel like I’m trying to do too many things at once, or attacking things on too many fronts. I worry about well, what if one thing overlaps with another—are the people who want to read my work going to be like “nah, I can’t buy two books” and just nope out of everything? Am I screwing it all up?

I keep telling myself I need to let go and just Do The Thing.

Seriously.

Do The Thing.

So, let’s break down what needs to be done at the highest of levels for the writing-related things (and ignore all the blog posts, TikToks, video editing, etc that also needs to be done).

For publishing with DPP, there is: 2nd edit on book 2, large revision on book 3 before it goes to first real edit, then 2nd edit on book 3, and final edits on all of that. Plus cover reveals, blog posts, teasers. Pulling out quotes I want to use for stickers. I am pretty sure I’m forgetting things. The nice thing is that all of the big overhead things like planning a campaign has been done for me. YAY Duck Prints (Seriously, they are AWESOME). I think my sticking point here is that I have no realistic expectation for how long each editing round will (or should) take, so I’m not sure how to slot it in. Plus I know it’ll be overlapping with the other book.

For solo (independent) publishing, I have so much more to do. I have to create accounts with both the private and public profile information that’s required on publishing platforms. I need to create a logo and develop a description of my “publishing company” (me, it’s just me) and I need to business work for that company, like buying ISBNs. I need to finish the final book editing, then do the layout so I know what the spine width is. Then I can contract for and get a cover. After that it should get easier, right? Pull out quotes, do blog posts, cover reveal, announcement of the release date (probably not in that order). Get the news out. I can set a release date once I get everything else on a calendar. And if the bulk of the editing is done sooner rather than later, my editing energy can be spent on the DPP books while I’m doing production and marketing for the 7Lakes book.

Okay. This all starts to feel like something I can get my arms around. I’m going to let the high level/low level plotting go for now, and come back to it in another post.

So—why is this a blog post anyway?

I mentioned before that I was trying to unstick my mind. By talking out loud to someone else—even though I can’t see that someone, and who knows, maybe I’m shouting into the abyss—I feel like I’m being held accountable. I’m working through it in public. In plain sight. It means I have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, considering every word. It has to get out of my fingertips and onto the page because I am here, not just trying to make notes privately for myself.

I can’t back button out of it.

Sometimes that’s how I get things done.

Will this translate to me taking the things I’ve said above and moving them into something where I can add timeframes, and schedules, and put it all on a calendar with due dates and start breaking it down into even smaller tasks?

Gods I hope so. It’s a goal, anyway.

Getting back to where we started… time, focus, and organization can be complicated as an ND creative.

Time—I spent thirty minutes and a thousand words of chatter.

Focus—It’s like body doubling—by talking to you, I got something done.

Organization—I think I have a list. Or a start of one. It’s more than I had!

It’s a complicated way of doing things, but fingers crossed that my next step is getting to cross off the first part of my timelines task.

#writing #neurodivergent #nd creative #nd series

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Sing To Me.

player: Rúben Dias words: 623 warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of (f) oral. request: Maybe comforting him after a tough match, a loss maybe. Him taking his frustration on you and maybe in the ending we see Ruben being soft. I know that man can fuck you good and than being all softie and caring.

A/N: smut from the very start.

One hand grips Rúben’s shoulder, the other grips the back of the fabric couch until the knuckles of that hand whiten. Rúben’s arms hook under your knees, hands resting on your ass cheeks as he uses your body to bounce you up and down on his cock. Your wetness is audible, the sound of your pussy taking his cock only gets louder as he pulls you down onto him.

When you arch your back, head dropping back ever so slightly, the groan that sounds in your throat when his mouth latches to your tit is an animalistic one. His lips close tight around your puckered bud, tongue swiping each and every way over it. The sensation makes your pussy clamp around him like a tight, hot fist. Pleasure rushes in waves, spreading out from both your chest and your core until it feels as though every part of you is alive and singing.

Rúben’s skilful mouth continues, but his hands pause; with him opting to fuck up into you instead of manipulating your body to ride him. He knows your body like the back of your hand. He knows what will delay an orgasm and what will make it hit you in less than a minute. He knows your real sounds and the ones you make when you think it’ll help him finish sooner - though those ones don’t always last long and quickly become the first.

The line blurs between where one thrust finishes and another begins. Any noise, words or moans you want to vocalise are muted. You can barely keep your eyes open until you give up and close them to save the effort of trying to force them open again. Your lips remain parted with nothing more than the sound of your breathing coming from you and the lewd sound of your pussy as he fucks into you.

You’ve never been against being used as his own personal sex toy. There have been days when you’ve been so stressed from everything that you’ve asked him to use you as he pleases and to see you as a hole that he needs to fill. And Rúben would see to your every need, filling you repeatedly until there isn’t a single thought in your head that isn’t about the way his dick feels. So when Rúben came home frustrated and in need of an outlet, you offered him the first thing that came to mind - you.

Rúben needed no encouragement, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and devouring your pussy in ways that you only usually experience when the two of you have spent a long period of time away from one another. He hadn’t stopped until he’d drawn 2 orgasms from you before stripping himself down as much as he could patiently before pulling your trembling body onto his lap and entering you until you felt full to the brim with cock.

You know he’s close when he slowly begins to lower you to him again, once more using you to bring him to his own climax which comes only moments later. Now fully seated on his lap, you rock your hips back and forth ever so gently, milking him for all he’s worth in this moment as he rests his forehead against your chest when you come to a still.

You stroke his hair as he peppers your skin with kisses, his arms now locking behind your back as he holds you as closely as he can. “What else can I do for you?”

“Nothing,” he replies quietly, lips barely leaving your skin as he continues to kiss a wet path over your chest towards your neck. “I just need you to stay exactly where you are and kiss me.”

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starry-night-rose · 4 months

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You have been visited from the random oc questions tabby kitten!!💙

Does your character believe in true love? And if so, have they found it, or do they hope to find it? If not, what do they hope to get from love?

Oh hello there! Welcome to my humble blog! Don’t mind me doing this for all of my characters! The more the merrier!

Ellis - The kind of love you’d find in fairytales? Absolutely she does! Ellis practically dreams of true love most days, being influenced by what she reads and hears. True love just seems so beautiful.....it better happen soon!

Victoria - True Love? Of course she believes in it! Contrary to her other beliefs, Victoria does believe in true love and wholeheartedly thinks that one day, she’ll find true love herself! Sometimes you’ll even see her thinking about it from day to day.

Ivy - Aw! How romantic true love sounds! Ivy absolutely adores the thought of true love and would absolutely love to feel it one day. It’ll come to her sooner or later! She’s sure of it.

Artemis - She supposes she does. The idea of true love hasn’t quite crossed Artemis’ mind much so she’s more neutral on her stance. Artemis isn’t opposed to the idea of true love but it might take her a while before she even thinks about pursuing love or true love for that matter.

Aimée - Of course she does! Love conquers all doesn’t it? True love is in fact out there! And you need her help to find it! Aimée isn’t in the market to find true love for herself at the moment but when the time comes, she’ll fully embrace it!

Gwen - With her growing up reading so many books, Gwen absolutely believes in true love! She’s too embarrassed to say this out loud however. She keeps her yearning for true love inside her, as to not disrupt her duties but she can dream about it!

Hoshiko - True Love does sound a little unrealistic to her but Hoshiko supposes she believes in it! She’s not in a rush to find it but when it comes, they won’t really fight it.

Hikari - True love isn’t really a topic Hikari thinks about much. Romance isn’t really in his vocabulary but if asked, he won’t really give much of a response. He’s neutral on the idea of true love, maybe it will come to him, maybe not! That’s just how it goes.

Alice - Over time, her belief in true love has wavered but she’s seen some instances of true love here and there so hope is not all lost. Alice is content in possibly never finding true love but it wouldn’t hurt her to one day fall in love and have that love be true.

Fabian - He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to believe in such things like true love but deep down, he wholeheartedly believes in it! Maybe he wishes to experience true love in his life at least once but that’s further down the line right now.

Astrid - Oh absolutely! It’d be so wonderful to experience! Astrid is a firm believer in true love (along with love at first sight) so she’s constantly dreaming of true love! It’ll come one day! It has to!

Stella - She’s granted so many wishes about love, seeing how far people would go for the person they love so yes! Stella does believe in true love. To ask if she’s experienced it herself before would be a stretch but she’s wishing to experience true love one day

Odette - She scoffs at the idea of true love but deep down, she desperately wishes it to be real. True love could mean her curse would be broken! But it’s oh so hard to find so she’ll just keep to herself.

Lilith - She enjoys the idea and toys with it but she’s not completely convinced of its existence. Perhaps it will happen to her one day but if it doesn’t, that’s not up to her. Lilith does at least hope for some sort of love in her life at the very least.

#asks!#oc asks!#ellis clawthorne #victoria le fay #ivy villosa #artemis woodsman #aimée amore #gwendolyn schnee #hoshiko itsuki #hikari itsuki #itsuki twins #alice darius #fabian nacht #astrid aneira #stella vega #odette cygnet #lilith winchester #my ocs!!!!

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 10 months

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For the anon asks - tell us more about your original works :)

Right now I’m working on a regency romance!

Basic premise is when the heroine, Juliana, was just eighteen her brother died. Grieved, she ran away from home and disguised herself as a man in order to travel freely. While on the road she met Finn, a young playwright who quickly saw through her disguise. Instead of ratting her out, he decided to help her, curious of where it was all going and hoping to get a good story out of it. Not long into their travels they fell in love, but it wasn’t meant to last.

A friend of Juliana’s brother, Captain Harris found her in London and confronted Finn telling him he had two options; marry Juliana and ruin her reputation or because to the outside world she had been at home in mourning walk away and pretend it never happened.

Finn, knowing he had no money to support them and not wanting to ruin her life opted to walk away leaving Juliana heartbroken.

Years later Juliana is engaged to Lord Henry Ellington, a fine of stoic gentleman whose father had been close to her own before his passing. Juliana likes him well enough, but would not have agreed to marry him if her family weren’t in tight financial straights.

Not long after Juliana came home, her family was contacted by a man claiming to have evidence of Juliana’s whereabouts and more importantly her relationship with Finn. They had been paying off the blackmailer, but after her father’s death it’s imperative Juliana marry sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately it’s not that easy as Henry’s younger brother, Thomas has just become the patron of an up and coming playwright; Finnegan Jacobs. Shenanigans, as they say, ensue.

(If any of this sound familiar to anyone who has read by D&D stuff, don’t worry about it. 😂)

Still in the outlining stage with some scenes started, but it’ll be a while before I have even a rough draft ready to go. I also do fully intend to make a new blog for my original stuff, I just have had the time to get it set up.

Also, also, still don’t have a faceclaim for Juliana, but here is my choice for Finn (to the surprise of nobody)

#regency romance #original work #original writing #original character #romance writing

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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Could I request some Soft!David hc, please? 🥰💕

Omg, yes, darling! 😍🥰

Gif: Good ol’ google

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“For the love of God, David! How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t stay?” Was the only thing you could mumble once you found him lying comfortably on the bed after you left the bathroom.

“C’mon, it’s late and my room is too far! It’ll be a one time thing, I promise” He could barely contain his yawn as he spoke.

“David, your room is literally next door. Out!” You threw the wet towel that was wrapped around your body on his face “Now!”

The boyish grin continued to stay glued to David’s lips as he intently watched you get dressed in an old oversized t-shirt - aka your version of pajamas. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to convince me to stay” He chuckled after he successfully stole the clean cotton panties you placed on top of the bed before your shower.

“Give it back, David. I mean it”

“Do you?” The taunting smirk continued to dance across his lips and soon his hand hid the underwear underneath his pillow “How bad do you want it back?”

“Seriously? How old are you? Ten?” You rolled your eyes in annoyance before sighing “Cut it out, David. Just give it to me, go back to your room and let’s move on with our lives”

You knew the risks of being friends with benefits with David. You also knew that falling in love with him - even more - was highly possible since he was all one could want in a partner. He was funny, handsome, kind, thoughtful, joyful, undeniably hot, comical, loyal and also an amazing lover. Completely focused on making sex as enjoyable to his partner as it is to him.

And that was when it all went downhill. The feelings you already nurtured for him became even stronger after you had sex and you could already tell how this was going to murder your heart once he was finally ready to settle down with someone. The more you fell for him, the more you felt the need to step away from this. And so you did, what first started as daily encounters were now only sporadic. Slowly but surely you pulled back.

No more makeout sessions, no more sleeping on the same bed after sex, no more being each other’s confidant, no more pillow talk, no more cuddling, no more oversharing feelings, no more whispering “I love you” while he’s asleep by your side and hopefully no more hooking up in the near future. All of this was necessary in order to prevent yourself from the biggest heartbreak you would undeniably have to face sooner or later. *Rip off the band-aid* was your creed and so you were living by it.

As your eyes lost their usual glow, David sighed “What’s wrong, sparkles? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because we both know that’s bullshit! You’ve been acting weird. You’re avoiding me, we never do anything together anymore, you’re shutting me out…why? Did I do something or say something I shouldn’t?”.

You kept quiet, not being able to look into his eyes, afraid he would read the truth dancing upon your orbs - as he always did. “It’s nothing, David. Really, I promi-”

“Don’t! Don’t do that” He warned, making you instantly look up at him with a frown. And then he continued “Don’t lie to me. We promised we would never lie to each other, remember? No lying and no fake promises” David crawled on top of the mattress until he was kneeling on the bed in front of you. His hands cupped your cheeks and his intense crystal blue eyes stared into your soul “Don’t shut me out, please. Let me in”.

You felt your eyes filling up with unshed tears as you whispered “I’m scared…too scared”

“Not everyone is going to hurt you, sparkles” David’s voice was gentle and soothing as if he was talking to a frightened child. “I would never hurt you, you know that-”

“But my heart will…it already has”

David’s eyes softened after hearing your words “No it won’t, you know why?”. You shook your head and David instantly gave you a warm smile “Because we share the same heart, with the same feelings and the same fears” Seeing the confusion upon your features, David’s smile grew bigger “I also have feelings for you, sparkles. Deep feelings that go beyond friendship and casual sex. The famous yet feared four letter word”.

“What?” Was the only word your lips could mumble

“I’m sorry to bring you such terrible news, sparkles. But I’m in love with you” His eyes gleamed with happiness and relief, smile was wide and heartwarming, instantly making you feel complete.

“You jerk” You slapped his chest playfully “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“For the same reasons you didn’t tell me! Plus, in my deeply in love state I thought it was better to have you somehow than not having you at all” He brushed your hair away from your face before teasing “Damn it! Can you be romantic for once? Here I am, confessing my love for you and instead of doing the same you call me a jerk?”

“You know I have feelings for you” Your voice was a mere whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loud you would wake up from this dream.

“Four letters word related feelings?” David’s voice was hopeful as his eyes searched for yours. A soft smile appeared on your lips and you nodded “Yes, I do love you, Davey”.

He wasn’t able to stop smiling, not even during your kiss. David pulled back to caress your cheeks with his knuckles “You look exhausted, come to bed with me” He kissed your forehead and allowed you to lay underneath the white comforter with him.

“Oh, shit. I forgot my panties. Can you give them to me, please?”

“Why? They’ll be gone first thing in the morning anyway” He shrugged before turning off the bedside lamp.

“David!” You reprimanded him with a chuckle

“What?” He placed a soft peck on your lips “Easy access, duh”.

After you playfully slapped his arm, David laughed and soon pulled you closer to his embrace. “Goodnight, sparkles. I love you” He whispered

“Goodnight, Davey. I love you too”

#david finlay fanfiction #david finlay imagine #david finlay x reader #david finlay #njpw imagine #njpw wrestling #masochist writes #masochist headcanons

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bloodandbody · 2 years

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ok random but since this has pretty much turned into a ghost fan blog...

i don’t think copia is gonna die.

i think he’s gonna step down from being papa, OR, he’s going to be chased off the stage by a resurrected terzo.

hear me out

the most recent chapters have linked copia to los angeles (acting? actors? movies, tv, etc.), going as far as making an audition tape and sending it off to lorne michaels (even if out of spite). papa nihil tells copia in chapter 11 that it has been decided for him to do some sort of TV by the clergy. whatever it is, i think that he might find that acting is actually his calling and step down from being papa to pursue his newfound dreams of being an actor.

as far as the copia insanity theory, i’m not digging it tbh. his actions have been the same for the most part during songs throughout the tour(s). idk if anyone can show me proof that he’s hearing things getting paranoid, etc. pls send proof. i think the “NO!” during rats IS because he DOES realize his time will be coming to an end sooner than later but i think it’s because he’ll miss performing. hence my acting theory.

now as far as being chased off by terzo...

i think if we were to have a terzo resurrection arc, it’ll be done sort of how nihil is brought out on stage for miasma. instead of nihil, they’ll make the mistake of bringing out terzo and just do a straight up "fuck it let’s do it live” for shits and giggles. however, terz DOES gets resurrected and doesn’t fall back into a death coma like ancient papa nihil. copia comes out after the music stops, gets confused over everyone flipping their shit (bc you know, it’s fucking terzo), sees him, flips HIS shit and runs away. boom. end of copia’s time as papa. it’s bad enough dealing with specter nihil, but zombie terzo is on a different level and he’s about had it with the ministry. off to try to make it as an actor.

either way i think copia is going to try his hand at acting because he’s about done with everyone’s shit and being told what to do.

i also don’t think copia is evil/the antichrist. i think he’s just our awkward, anxious rat man that finally gains confidence at the end of everything to tell everyone to essentially fuck off and finally try to live the best life he can doing what he wants.

AT LEAST THIS IS WHAT I’M HOPING FOR BECAUSE I WILL PERSONALLY TRACK DOWN TOBE AND JUST LIKE...

it would hurt too much to have copia whacked senselessly tbh

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus nihil #cardi c #cardinal copia #terzo emeritus #i thought about this way too much #i personally would love the terzo resurrection arc #i know maybe it's a bit of a step back in the lore but honestly #that would be cool af #but leave cardi alone #LEAVE #HIM #ALONE #ghost b.c.

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introvertedlass · 1 year

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I really don’t care if they are engaged or not. But it’s obvious certain blogs are used to push a narrative and sooner or later it’ll all come out. This is dirty work.

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silvr-skreen · 5 months

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Should add some context and explain that due to not having a working laptop which functions with my drawing tablet it’ll likely be traditional art in the beginning. Or I can wait the week or two until I get it and have my stuff transferred to just do digital.

#imaginary friend asylum #the friends we left behind

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agriculturalimpactclimatechange · 6 months

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Agricultural Impact of Climate Change

George Hanna

Leading Social Change

The purpose of this blog is to discuss the issue of climate change, and the various effects that it has on agriculture. The United Nations’ Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) defines the impact of climate change on food security as “the multiple dimensions of food security, including food availability, access, utilization, and stability, which are undermined by climate change. Climate change is predicted to reduce crop and livestock productivity, especially in the low-income countries, and, consequently, affect local food availability.” This blog will not be discussing aspects of climate change that do not directly relate to food, such as the melting of polar ice caps and the rising of sea levels. But it will discuss food production aspects of climate change such altered rain/precipitation patterns, its impact on livestock, as well as strategies used in agriculture in order to adapt to the problem. We should care because this is becoming a real issue that sooner or later will have a negative impact on everybody. Climate change makes it harder to grow crops, which will lead to an increase of food prices and a decrease of supply, just exaggerating the issue of world hunger. One of the main issues is that the issue of climate change and how it affects food security is rarely ever addressed, and people don’t normally think about it. Therefore there isn’t much awareness when it comes to this issue. Hopefully this blog can make a difference and spread more awareness about the issue. The social impact of climate change will be severe. It’ll lead to increased hunger around the world, which just leads to more health problems, as I mentioned, it’ll also lead to increased food prices, which then also leads to increased malnutrition and hunger, that leads to even more health issues. It’ll continue to cause these problems, that all continue to cycle until they lead to less food supply, and increased instability around the world. With the alarmingly fast rate climate change is happening at, these issues will occur sooner rather than later, and will be felt by everyone. Eventually, these side effects of climate change will lead to irreparable damage, and it’ll be too late. If more isn’t done about it, it’ll cause problems in every region of the world, and with the global population constantly growing, the effects of this issue will just continue to grow harsher and harsher, until food security is less sustainable everywhere and for everybody. Overall, this is a real issue that should not be ignored by any means. It is crucial that more people become aware of the issue and understand the seriousness that comes with the repercussions of ignoring it.

Work cited

Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO). (2020) Climate Change and Food Security.

Vermeulen, S. J., Campbell, B. M., & Ingram, J. S. (2012). Climate Change and Food Systems. Annual Review of Environment and Resources, 37, 195-222.

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