#creating goals

[lvgaudet]

Have a happy New Year filled with health, joy, prosperity, many great reads, and writing and publishing successes.

Have a happy New Year filled with health, joy, prosperity, many great reads, and writing and publishing successes. What are your writing goals for January? For the year? HappyNewYear #author #writer #publishing #reading #letsgetwriting Let’s start the new year on a positive foot with goals for the new year. Goals – not resolutions. We are not presuming there is anything wrong with our…

[cygnetbrown]

These Four Steps Made My Dreams Come True

It isn’t magical thinking that does it! Now that I have finished Two Rivers: Book VII of the Locket Saga, I have been inspired to write Moonrise on the Mississippi: Book VIII of the Locket Saga. It has been a dream of mine to continue writing these books, and I am making this dream come true. I have no doubt that this dream will also come true for me because I know the secret to making my dreams…

[frogsandmagic]

There’s honestly something so poetic about Wendell and Usha both having this big moment of confronting their alter egos,

but while Wendell is learning how to become one with his persona, Usha is slowly being taken over by hers.

[balancethescales]

[eshithepetty]

So. Others have noted that 'aiming for the boss's gut" could mean 'filling the boss's gut', and "putting that dead meat in its place" could mean just like. Cooking steak or something. And that perhaps ENA is just misunderstanding this and thinking she'll have to kill the boss because of her prior history with violence, and that Froggy only worded it that way because that kind of wording is more familiar to her and he was imitating her ('as you say in that wacky language of yours')

So, from this, we can deduce that ENA Dream BBQ is possibly just a story about a woman experiencing microagressions and PTSD while trying to deliver a doordash order. And that's just insanely funny to me lol

[virulent-scum]

When your summer days come tumbling down and you find yourself alone

Then you can come back and be with me

Just close your eyes and I'll be there, listen to the sound

Of this old heart beating for you

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 28

what if ghost aradia DOES have pupils but theyre just like. real big

[maadrut]

demon trio x access to youtube

(svsss redraws 2/?)

[tomfrogisblue]

ok, what ive learned from this:

THE CHILDREN

(the ex-QSMP members)

YEARN FOR

THE MINES

(the qsmp (actually just a place where they can all play together and hangout with the benefits of a highly impressive real-time translator to facilitate easy cross-language communication - you know, like the qsmp))

[castielsprostate]

tomorrow will literally be day 700 of asking misha collins to put his hands around my neck and choke me lightly. remember how it was funny at 50 days. at 100 days. how it wasn't really funny anymore at 200 days, 250. how it kinda became funny again on day 420. how it became delirious at day 500. how it became genuinely insane at day 699. how it'll be day 700. tomorrow.

[lightningant]

Tom's Gang

[notbecauseofvictories]

they don't warn you that if you stop eating desserts and fruit, sweets etc., there are certain vegetables that start to taste like caramelizing involves literal caramel.

[nechto221b]

i came up with the Luteces AU, so i would have something to think about before going to bed. The Luteces in the first Bioshock.

[finz-art]

More sticker/charms in the making! I'm gonna have to make some adjustments on Edward and obviously add Crane's glasses, but other than that I think I'm happy with how they turned out ^_^☕️✍️

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 128

Everything was gone. But it had been gone for a long time. Cities crumbling to dust under the march of time and under the battering of the weakening sun. Everyone had long since passed into the realm of the dead, and he had long since retreated from the land of the living as he aged, growing larger amidst Time’s coils. 

He’d long since stopped being known as Danny to most, his true Name cradled in his core as it grew in power and importance with his own primordial ascendence. Others called him by just as many names as Clockwork, if not more as his planets grew life, his galaxies cultivating their own beings into existence. 

To some he was a creator, the bringer of life itself. To others he was destruction, the end of all. So many names, so many even coming close to his Name, each cradled gently by his core. 

He was Space, he was stardust, he was a blackhole, the far off galaxies, newborn stars forming in his hands and dying with a blink. Galaxies dancing in his hair, what was, what will be, splintering into planes amidst his strands of hair. 

He was Balance, chaos and order dancing together on a tightrope twisting through existence. He was Phantom, a name whispered amidst the Realms as a guardian, a protector, and yet a hunter, a destroyer at once. 

He was a Brother, a Father, an Uncle, a Son. He was many things, and that was fine with him, but even if hypothetically he should be impartial, he would freely admit he had favorites. Danielle, his little Moon, his first Daughter and her children of Krypton. Dan, his raging Sun, his Son and his little Laughing Magicians. Clockwork, his Father of Time, and his Speedsters who raced through timelines like giggling toddlers, not really understanding but loved all the same. 

His dear Sister’s children, her Ma'aleca'andrans and Atlanteans she tenderly cradled and protected as long as she could before sleep overtook her. His dear Tucker’s Champions, the children of Magic lost and alone. His dear Sam’s children of Lazarus, dancing with blades and between life and death. 

Their dear children that came from all of their blood. The Lords of Chaos, of Order, entire Cities brought to life by their magic, entire planets whose heartbeats pulsed with their own. 

Everything of what they had once been was gone. And it had been gone for a long time. But they were all still here. For Death was just as much a beginning, as it was the end.