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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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When your fic gets too long that you have to make a Part Two of your AO3 "library cards".

(Also, I love how when I look at this, I can see how my chapters initially started at 4-5K, but they’ve now grown to nearly 10K each)

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if I ever strike gold and end up writing a popular book series i'd love to keep an eye on the fandom to determine the smallest crackship and make that the only one that goes canon

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I worked on it during lunch, and spent the last hour of work double-checking and using Grammarly to spell check in case I missed anything else…

BUT CHAPTER 35 IS FINALLY POSTED.

Me Earlier today: I'm going to Edit this Chapter finally while on my lunch

Me at Lunch: You know what, let's rewrite this whole scene and have to shift the next 5 chapters to make it work.

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Me Earlier today: I'm going to Edit this Chapter finally while on my lunch

Me at Lunch: You know what, let's rewrite this whole scene and have to shift the next 5 chapters to make it work.

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The start of this second quarter at work has been a bitch (NFL, MLB, and College Football orders be flying in left and right which is great for the AEs) and I usually have some downtime to edit my fic, but holy shit, I feel like I barely have time to go to the bathroom this week.

It doesn't help; it still feels like I've been playing catch-up here at work since I returned from California last month.

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Take My Defenses - hawkbooty on ao3

Buck/Eddie ║ Multi-Chapter ║ Rated: M (currently incomplete) - 911 Hockey AU - 'Cover Art' by me.

- Slow Burn - Western Conference Rivalry - Enemies to Lovers - Secret Relationship - Dumb Hockey Boys

▬ [[ Read on AO3 ]]

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if no one got me, I know imagining my two fave characters fuck nasty will always have my back 😩

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Can you guys help me figure something out and rb with your age and if you remember fireflies (and where you live- they may not have ever been regional)

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Barbie (2023) — dir. Greta Gerwig

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Our back door at work likes to swell in the heat, so I had to use both hands and a leg on the wall to pull it open. I recommend to my boss that we get a collection of everyone at the back trying to open that door like a blooper reel for our end-of-the-year party.

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Take My Defenses - Hawkbooty on AO3

🏒 911 - Buddie Hockey AU 🏒 — Snippet from Chapter 30

He slipped into the practiced poise he’d spent years perfecting—back straight, shoulders squared, expression neutral but not cold. He looked every inch the disciplined athlete: calm, unreadable, composed. His hands rested loosely on the table in front of him, fingers stilled by force of will, even as Buck’s familiar cologne threaded through the air beside him, sharp and grounding. Buck, of course, was relaxed. Too relaxed. He leaned forward, arms folded on the table, one leg bouncing restlessly beneath his chair. The bruise on his cheekbone looked worse under the unforgiving fluorescent lights, still purple, edged with sickly yellow, but it suited him, made him look rakish instead of wrecked like he’d earned it. Like he wanted the attention. He’d already cracked three jokes before they even sat down. Eddie had felt the reporters watching—every time Buck laughed, every time he shifted closer. The rivalry wasn’t just part of the story. It was the story. A season’s worth of highlight reels had turned them into characters. A narrative. Everyone had their favorite clip: Eddie body-checking Buck so hard he’d spun out like a coin; Buck baiting him into a slashing penalty, then skating off like he hadn’t just nearly lost a tooth laughing. They were mythologized now. Branded. And now, they were side by side at the same table, in front of a half-dozen cameras and nearly forty reporters, all of them hungry.

▬ [[ Read on AO3 ]] ▬ [[ Start from the Beginning ]]

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Take My Defenses - Hawkbooty on AO3

🏒 911 - Buddie Hockey AU 🏒 — Snippet from Chapter 30

He slipped into the practiced poise he’d spent years perfecting—back straight, shoulders squared, expression neutral but not cold. He looked every inch the disciplined athlete: calm, unreadable, composed. His hands rested loosely on the table in front of him, fingers stilled by force of will, even as Buck’s familiar cologne threaded through the air beside him, sharp and grounding. Buck, of course, was relaxed. Too relaxed. He leaned forward, arms folded on the table, one leg bouncing restlessly beneath his chair. The bruise on his cheekbone looked worse under the unforgiving fluorescent lights, still purple, edged with sickly yellow, but it suited him, made him look rakish instead of wrecked like he’d earned it. Like he wanted the attention. He’d already cracked three jokes before they even sat down. Eddie had felt the reporters watching—every time Buck laughed, every time he shifted closer. The rivalry wasn’t just part of the story. It was the story. A season’s worth of highlight reels had turned them into characters. A narrative. Everyone had their favorite clip: Eddie body-checking Buck so hard he’d spun out like a coin; Buck baiting him into a slashing penalty, then skating off like he hadn’t just nearly lost a tooth laughing. They were mythologized now. Branded. And now, they were side by side at the same table, in front of a half-dozen cameras and nearly forty reporters, all of them hungry.

▬ [[ Read on AO3 ]] ▬ [[ Start from the Beginning ]]

Illustration by me 💚

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unrestrained summer fun