A Year Ago Today I Slipped On The Ice And Broke My Tailbone In 2 Places. Today I Fell TWICE Getting To

A year ago today I slipped on the ice and broke my tailbone in 2 places. Today I fell TWICE getting to my car, landed once directly on my kneecap and dislocated it, and then landed on my ass and aggravated my busted tailbone.

Canadian problems.

blessed image, let’s get this money y’all! reblog chadwick boseman rubbing his hands together for good luck and good coin!

multifandommandy:

Oh man, let’s pray I can get this oneshot done before I have to turn in for the night. Cross your fingers, folks! And please don’t be too upset if it’s not up tonight but tomorrow afternoon.

update: sorry guys, I can’t finish the entire thing tonight. I wrote 2.5k today, and I’m almost done. but I have to get up at 4:30 am on Mondays and Wednesdays, so I’m off to bed. Thanks for sticking with me guys! Check back tomorrow afternoon to see the finished result!

tfw ur trying to write plot but ur brain only provides you with out-of-sequence snippets built on vague ideas and an endless number of potential outcomes that develop and branch out unnaturally over an unspecified timespan

Sticker placement is important. 😐

Oneshot Teaser... 

I had one of the worst days of 2018 for me today, I had a hard time writing smut when all I wanted to do was throw things at the wall. So here’s a little excerpt of the 2,500+ word fic that’s GUARENTEED to be up tomorrow.

Don’t read if you’re under 18!

“Fuck yeah… gimme it, girl. All of it.”

Roughly a minute later the tremors had subsided, dimly aware of the fact that Erik’s fingers were no longer inside of you. Instead you saw them being sucked clean by the cocky motherfucker beside you, looking every bit like the cat who got the cream. No pun intended.

Without any of the grand theatrics, Erik patted your thigh once before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. He took his time to slide off your completely ruined panties, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans when he thought you weren’t looking. You took the opportunity to fumble around in the bedside table for the complimentary condoms you’d received. As handsome as Erik was – he was a complete stranger. No glove no love.

From the foot of the bed, Erik glances briefly at the foil packet between your fingers before scoffing. “That ain’t gon fit.” He told you so matter of fact, double checking yourself that the package didn’t say small of some variation. When your gaze returned to Erik, he was already pulling out a different condom from his wallet to use. He had also dropped the jeans he’d been holding over his waist, your eyes widening when you realized he had already yanked off his boxers.

“That ain’t gonna fit either,” you muttered shakily. You swore you could have seen the slightest hint of a smile cross his face, taking his time kneeling on the bed so you could admire him. Magnificent didn’t even begin to do him justice - ...

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