#this was in my drafts for like a year lol

[puck-bunny-for-all]

Momma and Papa of the Year - B.B

@bboeser : thank you for giving me 3 of the best gifts of my life, a partner, a best friend, and momma ❤️‍🔥

tagged : @mrs.boeser

location : her heart

_quinnhughes : i dont miss the hormonal version of yn but I do miss watching her struggle to get up. 🤡

↪ mrs.boeser : that's a bit rude of u to say but I miss watching you get high sticked @_quinnhughes🤡🤡🫷🏻

↪ bboeser : I just try to be a cute husband and y'all are fighting in my comments smh

zadorov_16 : glad to be a part of your wild American journey 🫨

mrs.boeser : I love you so much you mean everything to me❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

eliaspettersson : when can I babysit again !?

↪ mrs.boeser : quite literally never again 😬

↪ bboeser : love u Petey but gotta agree w the mrs 😬😬

kuzya_096 : AHHH MY FAVORTIE AMERICAN COUPLE благословенная семья ( blessed family )

tdemko30 : oooo I see a future goalie in my sight🤩

↪ bboeser : where, not here, future right wing in our house.

dakotajoshua8 : 👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻

ilyamikheeve66 : alexa play 'baby' by beibs

arturssilovs1 : I agree with @tdemko30 , looks like a future goalie. 🤩

lindholmelias : and I WASS LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOOO

colemcward : mom and dad gave me a sibling 🫨

↪ mrs.boeser : who tf told u I was ur mom😤🤨

↪ colemcward : dad did @bboeser

↪ bboeser : it may have slipped when I was drunk 🤫

_tylermyers_ : come over my kids wanna playdate!

connor.garland8 : 'nucks favorite parents 💙💚💙

@mrs.boeser : thank YOU for being the best partner and dad EVER. I love u so so so so so much baby ❤️‍🔥

tagged : @bboeser

location : his heart

connor.garland8 : still the 'nucks fav parents💙💚💙

_tylermyers_ : why does he think those sunglasses look good🙅🏻

↪ bboeser : bc they do u dweeb 😤

colemcward : so ur un adopting me ? 🫨🫨

↪ mrs.boeser : I NEVER ADOPTED U IN THE FIRST PLACE COLE🤬

bboeser : my favorite momma 💙💙💙

lindholmelias : how do I get me a father Brock?

↪ mrs.boeser : YOU dont I do 😏

arturssilvos1 : still a future goalie 🥅

↪ mrs.boeser : GET OUT OF HERE WITH THOSE LIES

ilyamikheeve66 : маленький брок (mini brock)

↪ mrs.boeser : WOT

dakotajoshua8 : 👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻

kuzya_096 : my American mom🇺🇸🇺🇸

↪ mrs.boeser : WHY DO YOU ALL THINK IM YOUR MOM?!?!

↪ kuzya_096 : bc u are even if you dont admit it 🇺🇸

eliaspettersson : can I babysit if im supervised? 🤨

↪ mrs.boeser : by whoM!?

↪ eliaspettersson : @_quinnhughes

↪ mrs.boeser : FUCK NO

↪ _qunnhughes : that's rude 🤨

zadorov_16 : looks just like Brock

A.N :

I had to pre-write a bunch of A.N in the drafts I have bc I NEVER remember to do them lololol, any who im gonna take me a lil break and read some stuff and then I might be back in a little if I dont fall asleep putting my daughter to bed lol. I ALSO DARE SOMEONE ELSE TO HIGHSTICK QUINN ILL KILL U.

Tags : @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines and @quinnylouhughesx43

#hockey #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl players #instagram edit #vancouver canucks #brock boeser #quinn hughes #thatcher demko #connor garland #arturs silovs #tyler myers #elias pettersson #nikita zadorov #Andrey kuzmenko #ilya mikheeve #elias lindholm #cole mcward

[festivating]

hi!!!! absolutely LOVING attrition, I wanted to ask about your writing process...

how long have you had the idea for the story? what's your outlining process like? how big of a backlog did you have before you started posting?

your dedication and committment to this fic is incredibly impressive and i am astonished (and grateful!!!!) for the consistent weekly updates and fr i just wanna know how you manage it all... (speaking as someone who has been working on the same 40ish chapter fic for over 5 years lol....)

keep up the fantastic work!!

Omg hiiiii friend thank you for the questions I LOVE talking about writing!! I usually start writing long stories after I get an idea for a particular scene, and then I heavily outline around that scene and I plan everything down to the smallest detail, but for attrition I just.... didn't plan at all, that fic spawned to existence out of pure whimsy and happenstance. It was supposed to be a ONE SHOT 😭I started writing it in May of 2023 after I read the first book and I was like mm wouldn't it be interesting if Glinda found Elphaba at the convent surely this won't be longer than 5k words...

I am a severely delusional person.

By the time I hit 20k words I realized perhaps it would not be a one shot lol. I didn't really have an outline I just kept throwing ideas on the page thinking eventually I would just run out of things to say, but it actually took a very long time before that happened. The backlog is pretty much the whole fic tbh, I finished it all and sent it to my beta reader (who was horrified because the whole thing was one massive document not even divided into chapters) and then we went back and forth for months while I polished things up, tightened loose ends, added foreshadow, cleaned up the prose and things like that.

I'm still working on revising the final chapters, but the fic was 80% done before I started posting in November! I am truly more of an editor than I am a writer, the first draft of this thing was finished very quickly and it was very rough, so it took a lot of revisions before I was satisfied.

But anyway, yeah! I may not be the best person to ask how to manage it all because my process is weird I write super fast very unpolished first drafts then spend two lifetimes editing and revising. Mad respect to you and other writers who are able to write exactly what they want from the start and post that to incredible results!!

#yes the hyperfixation had me by the throat but also i had a lot of free time last year and i was Going Through Things so the stars aligned #anyway thank you sooo much for sending me this and for being so nice!!! <333 #attrition tag

[dancinjanssen]

You didn’t just love me

And you didn’t just despise me

You did both. In turns. In cycles. Over and over so I never knew what I was getting from one minute to the next.

So I believed you in every phase and in turn became perepetually at war with myself.

As the periods of hatred and darkness grew longer and the love and happiness became rare earned moments that I chased like heroin.

After giving love freely for a trial period, you started making me earn it. Your view of me became less and less while I felt I wasn’t changing at all, yet still I lit myself on fire for you. I tore myself apart trying to be everything you wanted, do everything you desired, be enough for you. I did ten times easily what others did to get a tiny fraction of what you gave them.

And it was never enough. I was never enough. After constant hyper vigilance of your wellbeing, learning the entire department, working your punishments above and beyond the description, I was never enough. And what was I punished for?

Talking to others

Telling others a little too much about what you were doing to me

Finally taking it to your boss after you told me I’d better not, to talk to you only, but then telling me you were done having the conversation when I’d try for any resolution

But when you told me to be at that pizza station deep cleaning it for a month and to not leave to talk to a soul without telling you, I did. And I made it the cleanest and shiniest it had ever been since its infancy, hitting nooks and crannies and surfaces that probably weren’t even hit when those ovens were assembled at the factory.

You told me not to talk to other managers. To go straight to you. To keep coming by and asking you things even if I started reporting to someone else.

Then when I did, you said I was obsessed with you. To seek help for why I felt the need to talk to you so much. To stay away from you and have all messages relayed to you via another manager.

So I stayed away for a while. My heart bled the whole time, but I did.

Then when I started sampling pizza specials out to the kitchen, you wouldn’t take your slice and eat it back there like everyone else.

You’d tell me you were coming to me.

Sometimes you’d come right away. Other times you’d make me wait, and your pizza would get cold, and sometimes I’d make a fresh one for you. Just so it’d be warm when you finally chose to come out. Because it didn’t matter what you might have done the day before or even an hour before. I was getting you again. You were hanging out with me again. Of your choosing. And when you came and we hung out, it was as giddy and high for me as it was the night we met.

I know now that absolutely none of it was love.

None of it.

Not even the fairy tale beginning.

Not our friendship.

Not anything you ever bought me.

Not the intermittent times I continued to earn pieces of you while you sunk me to the lowest point of my entire life.

Not any of the empty promises you made that even I came to know as you spoke them that you’d never follow through on.

You aren’t coming to my shows. You never cared.

If you ever loved me, you’d either have kept loving me or you’d have let me go.

Being cruel with intermittent reward isn’t love. Isolating me from others while shutting down all attempts to talk to you too isn’t love.

At the end of the day, I had to realize that you weren’t happy when I was happy. You gained your strength when I was weak, crying, and pleading for you to look me in the eye and just acknowledge me as a person. You knew how to do it too. Crooning and fawning over everyone in the hospital except me was one of your most played cards.

You knew it would hurt me when you ignored me after my surgery and then spent 20-30 minutes each with the next two sick people being as kind and sympathetic as could be. That’s why you did it.

You knew it would hurt me the night I asked if we could please talk and you told me to schedule it on Outlook, and then you told the next person to have a seat right then and talk to you. That’s why you did it.

I don’t even want you back. I’m done. But there’s so much I do want back, that I absolutely despise you for taking from me.

I want the years back. I want my 20s back. I want ten extra years to be building my career now that I know that I am worth SO MUCH MORE than you, your shitty behavior, and slinging pizzas until I was 28 years old.

I want my self-image back. I don’t even remember the last time I saw myself through my own eyes and not yours. Being told it was all about you and I was just an extension of you and I was stuck with you made that transition for me, and I don’t know how to undo it.

I want my sane fucking worldview back. I’d like to work in a healthy way with my current boss and every boss I have hereafter and not just be in panic mode all the time with them. Analyzing every word, every look, every breath, every action and lack thereof, to detect the slightest hint that they’re upset with me, and having life-ruining panic when I sense that they are.

I want my life back.

I wish I’d never met you. Do you even know the damage you do? And if you know, do you care? On any level at all?

#vent post #prose #this was in my drafts for like a year lol #used to be too afraid she’d find it #not anymore! #if she finds it good I don’t give two fucks #she won’t read it anyway 😂 #doesn’t fit her narrative of being perfect and never to blame for anything

[sully-s]

Space And Earth Chat

Bruce: Will you watch when the sun swallows the earth? Clark: Bruce, that's in five billion years Bruce: ... Clark: No Bruce: I would Clark: Morbid Bruce. Bruce: I understand why you wouldn't- Clark: I wouldn't becuase I won't let it happen. Bruce: It's physics Clark, you can't stop it. Clark: I can. Bruce: How? You're going to feed it more hydrogen? Clark: Sure, why not. I am a farmer's son.

#Batman #Superman #dc comics #bruce wayne #Clark Kent #DCAU #Bruce can only open up. super late on his back staring up lol. And yes he lays just like Alfred does in my other Late night chat pic #Because he's subconsciously has picked up Alfred's mannerisms #This was originally supposed to be boys on an unfinished skyscraper chit-chatting and then It somehow just got super abstract lol. #the starts of peice has been in my draft for the last 4 years .... #My art #Fanart

[crybaby-bkg]

“I thought I was supposed to be the one worshipping you today,” you say in a gasp, eyes fluttering close as you grip the sink counter tight in front of you. Bakugou only huffs a little laugh, his nails digging into the fat of your ass before he taps his palm against the flesh hard, eliciting a little hiccup from you.

“‘S my birthday, so what I say goes.” he tells you muffled, the vibration of his words making your knees quake. he has to hold you up, but he doesn’t care, finds the weight of you pressing back into him something he can get drunk off of.

he woke up nearly right after you did, trying to squeeze you close to him in bed but you scrambled out of his hold, promising to make him breakfast instead. you hadn’t expected him to follow you, to press you against the sink, to nip at your neck and kiss his way down to where your underwear rested on your hips. hadn’t expected him to drop to his knees, to worship, to kiss, to taste you. hadn’t expected him to lick you so sweetly with such a rough tongue through the fabric, for your arousal to bleed through onto his waiting tongue.

“Better than breakfast,” he mutters against you, thick fingers spreading you wide to get a good look at your winking hole, how it drools down the inside of your legs. he spits on it, diving back in to follow the trail, his lips puckering as if kissing you in such an intimate way, you think your vision goes black for a moment.

“Make me cum,” you whimper to him, his lapping pushing you up onto your toes, your hips digging into the sink counter. you reach a hand back to hold his face still with a grip on ash blond locks, grinding yourself against him until his face becomes sticky, but he grins all the while. rolls his tongue from his mouth, lets you use him because there’s no better present than being able to please you.

it comes out as a gush, your pleasure. sprays all over his mouth and chin and neck, your cries stuttered and high, your eyes clenched shut, your entire body shaking from the stimulation that overtakes you.

“Even better than birthday breakfast.” Bakugou grins, nose slightly scrunching at the tug to his hair when he slurps at your hole that still drips for him, spitting back the contents once more. he doesn’t catch it this time, just watches the thickness of his spit mingle with your pearlescent stained cum, thumbing open your cheeks to watch your hole clench and unclench from the scrutiny, the wetness slipping down your thighs.

he kisses you once more, a smacking sound, humiliating, before letting your cheeks go. not without another smack on the roundness of them, nipping at the red and warmed mark of his palm that he branded on you just moments before.

“A lot fucking better.” he tacks on once more about the stupid breakfast. you glare at him over your shoulder, even though he’s the one who’s keeping you held up right now with his firm grip around your still twitching hips.

“You’re gonna stop shading my cooking, asshole.” you bite at him, unable to hold back a shudder when you catch his devious grin, the bottom half of his face and neck still wet from your squirting.

“You caught that?” he asks with an innocent cock of his head, pressing another innocuous kiss to your warmed flesh. you tug at his hair a little harder this time, knowing it’s something that the birthday boy loves, especially by the way he’s damn near leaked through his white boxers.

“Shit head.” you mumble, but he only grins wider, his eyes flickering with the promise of devouring you whole today. just as a little birthday treat, he supposes.

#my first idea was from December of last year and it ended up being something #I’ve already wrote before lmfaooooo I was so mad #I was like damn. this concept feels very familiar #I WONDER FUCKIN WHY???? #anyway this has also been in my drafts since like November lol #idk why the concept of him spitting on and then slurping it right back up is so hot to me #but I lob him #anyway happy bday king you’ve changed the trajectory of my life 🙏🏼 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[swordmaid]

It was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father’s armory. She remembered how she’d run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star. - AFFC Brienne II.

#brienne of tarth #asoiaf #mine. #valyrianscrolls #finally finished this wip!!! this one has been sitting in my drafts for more than a year now lol #but also the - run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint / along the path of the falling star #feels like she'd take the shield off the display to get a good look of it properly #so now im imagining young brienne hiding in the armory looking at dunk's shield in detail 😭😭😭 #this one is more of a practice run bc i havent been doing full illustrations in a while and i wanted to get that groove back again #but i like how this one turned out!!!

[kathonyy]

BRIDGERTON 2x05 An Unthinkable Fate

#bridgertonedit #kathonyedit #katesharmaedit #anthonybridgertonedit #kanthonyedit #bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kanthony #kathony #this has been sitting in my drafts since may last year and well i guess i'll probably never finish it at this point #it's meant to have like 3 more gifs i guess??? #but i can't even fix the typo in the ones that are done bcos it's all on my old hard drive that isn't working 😔 #so i'll just post it as is lol

[sandboxer]

the evolution of Phoenix and Edgeworth’s friendship after Phoenix becomes an attorney is so interesting to me. at the highest level, they go from one-sided-enemies to close friends. but there’s a really complicated point that spans the end of AA1 through Edgeworth’s return in JfA where they’re in this complicated limbo of not-strangers, not-enemies, not-entirely-friends. there’s clearly an immense amount of mutual respect and admiration between them, but I almost think that one was one of the largest barriers to their friendship. through Farewell My Turnabout, their relationship is almost entirely based on their careers, and there’s something almost sacred/untouchable (and, philosophically, Platonic) about their commitment to pursuing justice together. their early friendship is entirely defined by their agreement to push each other in court in order to bring about goodness.

and a relationship built entirely on Virtue and Justice is clearly admirable—but how does that translate into casual friendship? do you laud righteousness in the courtroom and then go get big macs together? I think both of them would almost see that as a degradation of the thing they’d built together. they both revere their relationship. 

and that righteous (but ultimately untenable) relationship satisfies their desire for closeness for a while. it satisfies until Edgeworth dies and Maya is kidnapped, and the dam breaks, and Phoenix needs to rely on Edgeworth as Edgeworth has relied on him. turning that friendship into something that includes emotions and flaws and even casualness must have been terrifying for both of them. but it was necessary in order to change their relationship from one where Phoenix and Edgeworth push each other to their limits in the courtroom to reach a just verdict to one where Edgeworth can relax and enjoy himself at Phoenix’s daughter’s magic shows.

#found this in my drafts from like a year ago lol #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #c thinks

[nagasleeps]

Its the year of the cat! Happy lunar new year!

#kyo sohma #fruits basket #furuba #lunar new year #year of the cat #this one was a FIGHT i cannot draw animals to save my life #every like 5 minutes id show my sister and be like #what needs fixing #you do not want to see the first draft of that beast lol #nagas art

[yayswag]

rlly silly doodles based off of a post the hc goat @tegr1dy made about stan and kyle adult braces that had me laying awake at night 😭😭😭

#tegri1dy i love ur blog- you REALLY get style <3 <3 #...i imagine that at first kyle is devastated but stan convinces him it'll be fine and they can just dress like hipsters and it'll be cool #then like two years in stan is so done with it but kyle is deep in denial at that point #been reading a lot of sekrit fics lately and the way she writes them as like these losers who spend their whole lives together but just.. #kind of awkwardly avoid dating for seemingly no reason even though they're in love?? fascinates me.... i don't know if that was a good desc #btw lol i think i'm gonna try posting a little bit more casually because there's some stuff i wanna try clearing out of my drafts #south park #sp style #love yall lol have a great dayy

[anggeese]

but please don't bite

#xiaoven #xiao #venti #genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin venti #tw: suggestive #this has been in my drafts for a really long time lol #like a year or two ago #anyway live laugh love xvn #art tag

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

#lychee's brain trash #mako lok #mako tlok #sorry for the shitpost i don't do a lot of those i realize #how tf did this guy not had a massive break down in canon at any point #nd like;; he never shows resentment for the unfairness of it all #he doesn't ever use his past to excuse any of his choices/actions that are influenced by it #which is pretty intrinsically linked to his relationship fumbles #he just quietly holds himself accountable and probably mildly despises himself haha #as much as i don't care for the love triangle it really does make complete sense in accordance to his backstory #anyway this is just a roundabout way of me expressing my salt at people writing him off as a malicious asshole lol #i literally cannot articulate the intense complex things his conjured up existence makes me feel #this does not even scratch the surface there is SO MUCH #i need to actually write the fifty fics that exist to my brain otherwise all these thoughts will never see the sun #trust that one day the avatar!mako au will emerge from my drafts;;; #and. you know. that one shot i've had in wip for the past 2.5 years #and the four other oneshots that will probably never be converted into actual words

[repurposedbones]

I keep seeing posts from people talking about their achievements over the past year and feeling left out or inadequate in comparison… apparently I need to go stare dramatically at my own reflection to forcefully remind myself that I did So Much actually and just because it’s not on social media doesn’t mean I’m somehow falling behind!

So here’s to all the people who made it through the year without a camera roll of pictures to show for it, without properly dated art projects, without big events to look back on, with terrible memories of anything that did actually happen, with a sinking feeling of not having enough accomplished, or who generally just didn’t feel great about last year

#I move across the country got a big promotion got MARRIED and am working with my publisher to polish up a draft of a book I finished #and yet I still feel like I didn’t do anything lol #happy new years to all my pals in the same boat

[seasononesam]

Supernatural Make Me Choose: anonymous asked Time After Time or The Vessel? 

Just in case things go sideways, somebody needs to be left standing to take care of the Darkness. We can't risk us both! And at the moment, I'm the least valuable player! You both know that I can't kill Amara, so the least I could do is get the thing that we need so that you can!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #spnedit #supernaturaledit #mmc #* #he literally doesn't follow baseball #also #this has been in my drafts for like a year lol

[the-way-astray]

thinking about the fact that in a handful of years, people will be able to read the entire kotlc series from start to finish without having to wait years before the next book comes out.

#kotlc #found this in my drafts lol #and like #yeah i'm so right #like omg imagine reading kotlc and not having the experience of waiting for years for the next piece of the story #like wow #what must that feel like #i think waiting for kotlc to come out changed my brain chemistry more than the actual series itself

[happyheidi]

(via)

#I’ve had this in my draft since last year so here u go little darling: #into the voirld u go #to be admired and … oh idk haha I just think it’s time for this old gal to take a leap and ‘go for it’ #dirty thirties pathetic after dark style #shout out to the fellow grandparents of tumblr - those over 30 - we deserve love and stupid tags like this too #(lol this must sound so weird for…. pretty much everyone. grandma out) #cottagecore #nature #naturecore #flowers #flowercore #water #watercore #wildflowers #rainbow #what’s at the end of the rainbow tho? #only wrong-but should be right-answers