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So…I did a thing:

Riot Women

Holly/Kitty

3,200k+ words

Explicit

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Holly didn’t see Kitty coming {but now she gets to, over and over}.

Or; Kitty and Holly growing into something neither of them expected.

#riot women #riot women fic #holly gaskell #kitty eckersley #holly x kitty #linds writes

As a recovering GirlBoss, I’m officially breaking up with my post-Christmas planning routine:

26- all Christmas decorations down

27- take stock of current year

28- values assessment

29- SMART goals for upcoming year with 6-8 life categories, fully planned by quarter

30-31 fully form this in my bullet journal while watching The life changing Magic of Tidying Up

Jan 1: Bring. It. On. Whole house, health, and work reset.

Sound exhausting? It was!

I don’t look on this era of my life (2016-2022) with cringe. Quite the opposite! That girl radically transformed her life from a broke, traumatized, single mom, community college dropout to a financially stable, creative, happy, MBA graduate with her dream job.

I am so grateful for her drive, determination, and passion. I am so proud of her.

And also? I’m so relieved I can no longer relate.

As someone whose core values are consistently curiosity and growth, I’m willing to adapt and change over time, shedding practices that no longer serve me in favor of those that do.

In 2022, at my post-graduation dinner, I signed a napkin promising my friends I would slow down. And I did, immediately scaling back my volunteerism and commitments in favor of radical rest and the pursuit of creative endeavors.

That winter, I made a paper chain to count down towards the winter Solstice in an effort to thwart the post-time change blues. When it worked, I adopted warmth, coziness, and light into my winter routine. Candles. Electric blankets. A soup a week. I also adapted my speed, just as we have done for most of our time on this earth. It also worked!

Since then, naturally, I’ve slowly been attuning my life to the seasons.

Spring — renewal, garden, waking up. Summer — enjoying time outdoors, being active and social.

Fall — abundance and gratitude, preparation for the holidays.

Winter is now a time of peace, joy, and reflection. I close my curtains at four, intentionally, and turn on my lamps, hit Netflix fireplace, and hang with a craft on my lap and good music in the background.

But I was still clinging to that last vestige of my GirlBoss era—my post-holiday planning session.

On the 26th, I couldn’t bring myself to take down the tree. She’s gorgeous and I love her! She’s staying up until January 6th this year. With the new job, I can’t take the entire week off. That’s ok! I still started my planning process.

No buy 2025.

Nervous system regulation.

A holistic health plan.

Glow up 2025!

Bucket list travel items.

To read, watch, and listen liste.

WIP creative projects.

Home to do list.

Dopamine list

Dot grid notebook ordered.

Action steps! Quarterly plans! Stationary!

And this morning, with my bullet journal still unfinished, I tried to reconcile stacks of paper with notes, dozens of screen shots, and multiple notes apps.

I felt frazzled, overwhelmed, and defeated. Why couldn’t I pick a path forward? Why couldn’t I even start a January page. Planning is my jam! As an ADHDer, it’s practically my calling.

So I had to ask myself…why am I doing this? If this is something I truly want to do, that aligns with my values, then it shouldn’t be this hard.

My time of renewal has transitioned to spring; so shouldn’t that be my time of planning for the new year? Isn’t it a little crazy to have fifteen major life goals this year? 2024 just wrapped up, so shouldn’t I take time to reflect on it, take stock, and truly understand what I want to take into my next year? Shouldn’t I take time to recover from the holidays? Would the world end if I stay slow and steady and take this slow season to fill my metaphorical well?

No, it will not.

So that’s what I’m doing.

My January calendar is noted with intentional social engagements and creative time. I put my goals away and instead loaded a bunch of reflective journal prompts to work through in the next month. Or two. Or three!

It feels vulnerable and wrong, not walking into the New Year with a Plan. But the bigger part of me thinks my lowercase plan—to rest, reflect, and connect with my friends and family, is going to work just fine.

So my hope for you is that you are at peace with where you’re at. And if you aren’t at peace, that you take the time to understand why, and that you’re willing to adjust course.

If you need a GirlBoss era, l will cheer you on, every step of the way! If you have a few goals, I hope you stick with them!

But if you, like me, want to stay slow, recover, and savor the season?

Come and sit.

How would you like your tea?

Ref pics (the napkin, my tree):

#Linds writes #pen to paper #new years

Fic authors self rec!

thank you sm for the tag @pretentiouswreckingball

When you get tagged, post your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love

(summaries below, me rambling in the tags)

bite the hand | wolfstar, nonbinary sirius, exes to lovers | 120k

It’s them and Remus, it’s always going to be them and Remus. Nothing can break that. Except for themselves. Which evidently they are very good at doing… So hope is what they cling to. More than love, more than history, more than anything. - or - Sirius and Remus have gotten into a cycle of breaking up and making up, except this time is going to be different.

i regret you all the time | jegulus, death eater james | 80k

What happens when James falls for Regulus and his friends lose their trust in him?

take care of you and yours | jegulus, wolfstar, dorlily, sirius centric | currently 100k soon to be 200k

Sirius plans a fun summer at the lake with all of their friends, but it doesn't go quite to plan. Friends become more, hatred becomes love, and people unravel until there is nothing left.

the stars that bind us | jegulus, wolfstar, black family centric | currently 99k dont ask how long it will be

Regulus is an author of four, soon to be five, books all written under a pen name. They tell the stories of each of his cousins, brother, and himself, and how they left home and each other. He has done his best to keep them from finding out about his books, but what happens when they do? How do the five of them fit back together after so many years?

you had to go (i know, i know, i know) | black brothers | 3.6k

He saw it coming. At least there’s that, right? At least Sirius told him before he left. At least Regulus got to say goodbye to his brother.

no pressure tagging: @calamitoustide @itsjaywalkers @magswrite @starsworth @aurorboros @galaxostars @sugarsnappeases @quillkiller <333333

#fic: bite the hand #fic: i regret you all the time #fic: the stars that bind us #fic: take care of you and yours #fic: you had to go i know i know i know #tag game #okay this was easy but also fun i love these fics so much #bite the hand has favorite child syndrome i love her so bad nothing will ever beat her #tstbu has magnum opus written all over it that is a BEAST but i love her... even if it takes me three years to write her #i prommy im going back to her soon at least by december!!! and she is my main focus next year #tcoyay is my baby and i want to get back to her to finish the last few chapters soon #iryatt ... death eater james is famous TO ME #and then picking a fifth was hard and is only a one shot but i do think about this one quite a bit #okay this is me microdosing posting about my fics again <3 #also if the other one shot im writing right now on top of my big bang fic was done i would 100000% be putting that on the list #it doesnt exist yet #but #to know me is to hate me #you are famous in my head and my head only #anyway going to shut up now #linds writes

Lost and Found

A Senku x Reader fic CH. 1

A/N:This is just the first chapter of something I’ve had in mind for a hot minute now. Will be kind of a slowburn fic!! Stay tuned!

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A month. It’s been a month since you were revived, and life in the stone age has...obviously taken some getting used to. No more electronics, air conditioning, or indoor plumbing. All things you, and the entirety of the human race, took for granted when you still had them.

Of course, it hasn’t been all bad. Sometimes it gets a little boring, but there’s still some fun stuff to do. New people to meet,and new skills to be able to master. Sometimes you might just find out that you have a real knack for foraging and gathering edible berries and such because if you didn’t try, you might just starve.

Well. Okay. That might be a little dramatic. You wouldn’t starve because it’s not like you’re on your own. There’s plenty of people here in the new little colony you now lived. Really, the worst thing that might happen if you didn’t pull your weight, is Tsukasa might not be too happy... and upsetting Tsukasa seemed like something you definitely didn’t want to do.

So, you cooperated, and you took your basket, and you went out to collect various berries, mushrooms, and other plants you could possibly, safely consume. You knew the surrounding forest like the back of your hand at this point. You’d been about as far as Tsukasa said you could go, and while at first it was a little fun to be able to explore, you were starting to get bored of having to stay within boundaries. Yes, these boundaries were routinely expanded due to the using up of resources, but it was still always the idea of having a set distance that you could go that made you feel so trapped.

Living in this stone age meant there were so many parts of the world waiting to be rediscovered. You’d been told it had been a good 3,000 years since you were petrified, and you weren’t a fool. You knew that obviously the geography of the Earth’s surface has changed significantly in that time. There are all sorts of new things about this planet now, and that’s exciting. This is not the same Earth you knew 3,000 years ago.

As you made your way through the trees and foliage of the forest, you found yourself looking ahead; Deep, deep into the forest. Parts that you had yet to become acquainted with. Who knows what you could find beyond the boundaries that had been set for you? It was then, impulsively, that you decided you were going to sneak away for a night. Just to see. Just to get a taste of what else was out there. You’d come right back. There’s no harm in that, right? You’d just have to be as sneaky as possible so not to alert anyone else. Piece of cake, right? Right.

Later that evening you got a little bundle of various supplies to take with you. A small portion of food, a small stone knife, and a few other smaller items you thought you might need just in case. As the sun began to set in the now pink and orange sky, you stepped out of your small, makeshift living quarters and surveyed the area around you. There were the higher-up, stronger, members of the village that patrolled the area, but they weren’t necessarily who you were concerned about. The ones that patrolled the grounds were mostly just a bunch of beefy meat heads that were fairly easy to outsmart.

No, the two people you were worried about, were Ukyo and Homura. They often kept to the trees or higher areas, keeping watch, and with Homura’s skills, and Ukyo’s insane hearing, sneaking out wasn’t going to be easy. Although you knew, that even though Ukyo had incredible hearing, he often missed his shots with that bow and those arrows. Whether it was on purpose or he was just an awful shot, you weren’t sure. But whatever it was, that made him the most preferred confrontation out of the two if you had to choose.

As the painted sky grew darker, you snuck past the other huts, remaining as quiet as you possibly could. Your eyes scanned the trees above you, searching for any sign that either of the people you were attempting to avoid were hiding just above you.

You’d made it successfully out of the village, and into the surrounding forest. Everything was going well so far. You thought you might just be able to pull this off without any issues. You could feel the excitement well in the pit of your stomach. This was happening. You were doing this. Finally getting to see what was beyond just the immediate forest around the village.

A little bit further at this point, and you’d be home free; Not having to worry about being quiet or stealthy. Just a little more..

SNAP.

Your whole body froze, and you held your breath. You’d stepped on a stick, and when it broke, the sound echoed throughout the dark forest. You closed your eyes and scrunched your eyebrows together, silently cursing yourself for making such a silly move.

Your eyes opened slowly, and you slowly turned to look up behind you. It was difficult to see, but it didn’t seem as if anyone was around. At least it didn’t until an arrow whizzed right past your head, catching a little bit of your hair as it flew by and stuck into the trunk of a tree behind you. Your blood ran cold. Ukyo.

You had no idea where he was, and you knew it was going to be near impossible to even come close to figuring that out. Without thinking one more moment about it, you ran. Immediately, more arrows bombarded you, sticking into the ground around you and into various trees, but none of them ever hitting you. The rain of arrows ceased the moment you stepped over the end of the boundary that had been set.

You kept running, though. Just in case. You didn’t understand why they didn’t continue to pursue you. Why not try harder to catch an escapee? Well. That’s not really what you were but..well maybe that IS what you were now. Tsukasa wouldn’t take lightly to you having been caught trying to escape. What if you couldn’t go back now? There would definitely be some repercussions, and now you know that Ukyo obviously caught you in the act. He’d most likely go tell Tsukasa.

So, you took one last glance back at the forest you knew, and then turned and continued on into the forest you had yet to meet. This was yet another beginning for you.

#dr.stone senku #senku x reader #senku ishigami #writing #fanfic #fic #reader insert #dcst #dr.stone #long post #Lost and Found dcst fic #Linds writes

the ghosts of problematic white men feat. our forefathers and grandfather angst

Today has been rough. Celebrate this late capitalist christian nationalist hellscape? No thanks. But I AM choosing to celebrate those affecting change both in preserving rights and righting injustices. Since 1776, those in power have celebrated the status quo while the disenfranchised have worked tirelessly to upend it. And it can feel like a losing battle, and in a lot of ways, but those who work, both quietly and loudly, are worth honoring and celebrating.

I’m feeling introspective about this whole thing because my father’s father died yesterday. Grandfather is too strong a word. He sent an annual Christmas card but never learned to spell my name. I don’t know how to grieve someone who wasn’t in my life by their own choice, even though he lived five minutes away. I spent the majority of my life feeling ambivalent towards him, if I thought of him at all. Because I didn’t particularly need or miss his presence: I had excellent maternal grandparents who fulfilled every grandparent-type role. Still, I broke down while making cookies tonight, after reading his obituary. I stroked his face with a wet washcloth in hospice last week. My heart breaks for my father, who broke that cycle in his fifties and IS in his grandchildren’s lives. I’m sad and that’s okay, but I’m not devastated and I think that’s okay, too.

Grief is weird and complicated.

I’m not a patriot these days, but I miss the feeling of patriotism. Not blindly thinking this country is better than every other—that was never true and was never my jam. But being part of a collective society that cares about each other? Celebrating with hope that my kids’ future will be better than mine? That people have my back because we live in the same place? The death of those ideas gutted me, and still does.

So yes, I will grieve the idea of my grandfather this week. But then I will work to make sure that I’m never that kind of grandparent to my grand-pets, or grandchildren, or grand plants--whatever it is my children choose to nurture. And I will grieve that idea of America—the symbolism and hopes that don’t exist for me anymore. But I won’t let that despair prevent me from moving forward, anyway.

#on murica #and death #and a bunch of other stuff #linds writes #grief #patriotism #i guess?

there’s nothing like driving down a country highway that hugs the river on a dark summer night. not country country—the road has four lanes—but country enough for brights. it’s just on the uncomfortable side of muggy, except that all the windows are down and the breeze takes the edge off. your arm is out the window, riding the waves the air makes over your side view mirror except to flip the brights off and on for passing cars. the radio—yes, radio, because your life is curated enough—is loud enough to drown your thoughts but not so loud you can’t hear snippets of whatever music the crickets and katydids are singing in the woods. the song playing on the radio is less chaotic, sounds like something your mom would have listened to in the 70s, not popular enough to know the lyrics, but it’s a foot tapper and that’s good enough. the moon is orange like sherbet, orange like the oil light that turns on every time you start your car because it’s been at 15% for three weeks. you click the button and the light goes off. the moon could be a sign of the end times, but instead sherbet makes you crave ice cream. you consider the merits of putting your bra back on so you can go through the drive thru when you get back into town, but then you are back in town and it’s too late. your perfect drive was too short but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t perfect.

#linds writes #also I love driving

Pride & Purrejudice

Co-written: with @alrightevans

Summary: With an overbearing sister, a famous cat, and drama that follows wherever she goes, uni student Lily’s life is already a balancing act. And when a nest of rich single men slide into a long-vacant mansion on the outskirts of town, Lily insists to her housemates that it’s none of their concern. She’s never been more wrong.

Word count: 60k

Status: Completed. 13 chapters posted daily. Prologue - Ch 2 posted today.

AO3

Petunia Evans to Evans, Lily: Lily

Petunia: Lily Marie

Petunia: LILY MARIE EVANS!

Lily: jfc tuney im in class

Petunia: It’s very important!

Petunia: Have you heard the News about Netherfield?

Lily: that a band?

Petunia: No, Lily! The house on Elm Street!

Lily: v specific

Petunia: The Mansion, Lily.

Lily: ?

Petunia: Don’t be ridiculous! We took that tour last year?

Lily: ...ok?

Petunia: It’s been leased! (Finally.) Saw Yvonne at the gym, she told me everything.

Petunia: Lily, are you even listening?

Lily: im in a tutorial. LEARNING

Petunia: You skipped two last week!

Petunia: Anyway, Yvonne ran into Ms. Bagshot at the hairdresser yesterday. (Bathilda Bagshot, that is. And not the hairdresser on Birch Street, the one on Oak Road.) She (Yvonne, not Bathilda) had to switch because that girl from Birch Street positively Ruined her hair. Turned it orange, and she couldn’t leave the house for three days until I helped her fix it! Cannot believe I nearly considered having that girl do my wedding hair!

Petunia: Do you remember her?

Petunia: Bathilda, not the hairdresser.

Petunia: Mad as a hatter, Bathilda is, always trying to pass off her burnt biscuits. (Although she’s wonderful for News.)

Lily: b4 i graduate tuney pls

Petunia: Impatience doesn’t suit, Lily. Now where was I?

Lily: netherfield

Petunia: Oh yes. Ms. Bagshot told Yvonne all about her tea with Mrs Pinkerton. Apparently, Mrs Pinkerton’s sister (the younger, not the elder) is a housekeeper at Netherfield. And according to her, a fine Gentleman came to see it on Monday.

#jily #jily*#james potter #lily evans #alrightevans #lily (evans) potter #fic: jily p&p au #linds writes #rb to save a life!