#grumpy grumpy

[potatotato-26]

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Ughhhh.

I am trying to make my dad a sweater for Christmas and after much agonizing finally picked a yarn, a pattern, bought the yarn, and then upon swatching did not get anywhere near the required gauge 😭

I am off by so much that going down a needle size will not help and if I somehow managed to get the required gauge it would be way way to stiff. Sigh.

At least I just bought the yarn at Michael’s so I’m pretty sure I can just return it without too much issue, but still obnoxious.

And now I have to pick out a different yarn (or different pattern).

I had wanted to get started on it tonight too 😭

[resoyani]

He um he umm... um... he...

[ministarfruit]

couldn’t focus until I did this so here’s simon!

[bertievi]

@governmentofficial continued from XX

The outburst from the other surprised Mycroft. All he had done was open the door an enter the room yet it was as if he had said something terrible or assaulted someone of importance. Hm. Presumably something had happened that was not to do with him, otherwise Mycroft did not understand the reasoning for the anger.

He gently closed the door again before glancing around the room. Other than the two of them, they were alone. Good. It would not do anything for Mycroft’s reputation for somebody to see the King’s tempter being directed his way. Hesitant to approach and risk more anger, he clasped his hands behind his back and stayed by the door as he responded.

“Technically, you’ve been left alone for more than five minutes already.”

There was a long drawn out sigh from the desk as the king shook his head at that response, angrily putting in his own marks with which to take a pause on the speech. “If we are -going to stoop to technicalities then I have not been alone since I ascended the throne.”

Anger took over and he his pen across the desk and scrunched up the top page of the speech and threw it to no where in particular. “What do you bring to me now? You may as well be the one -to break the cammel’s back, because there will still be -ten more trying -to get in after you.” His gaze landed on him, it was vicious but it was not at Mycroft at least.

[notlucy]

Fic Update #37

Words Written This Week: 8,148 (Down about 12%. Fuck boys, is all I’ll say about that wordcount.)

0 on merBucky. This is not technically true - I wrote some on Chapter 30. However, I don’t count the words unless it’s a full chapter, and it’s not.

1,006 on Under One Small Star which puts me through rewrites on Chapter 15. Only the epilogue to go!

5,536 on the Proprietary Information sequel thingy. This chapter’s gonna fulfill some wishes, as well as a couple different prompts.

1,606 on Under the Bridges of Fame which has gone into the rewrite process. Collaboration with @artgroves ! Starts posting September 27th!

Did I Make My Goals?

Edit Chapter 1 of Under the Bridges of Fame  Yes

Write Chapter 30-31 of merBucky Lol no :(

Edit Chapter 15 + the epilogue of Small Star Welp, I got Chapter 15 done. Did I mention fuck boys?

WIP Updates/Goals for Next Week:

To Write & Edit:

Edit chapters 2-4 of Under the Bridges of Fame

Edit epilogue of Small Star

Write chapter 4 of Proprietary Information sequel

Finish chapter 30 of merBucky

To Publish:

Chapter eight of Under One Small Star

Things that are likely to fuck with my progress:

It is my birthday this week, and I am doing things

Work is still very stressful

IDK, see above regarding who ought to get fucked

Gif for the week:

[onethingiscertain]

my dog is straight up angry about being so fabulous