how is it April already?
Apr. 5th, 2023 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chase_acow
to paraphrase Jonathan Sims: Archivist/Archive from The Magnus Archives -
I’m not a poetry person, I don’t – get it. I never have.
I used to think all poetry was bad.
I sort of thought it was pointless.
Just – write some prose, and stop – wasting everyone’s time.
Ironically, I think that's a good poem. Except I still think it.
Even with this, it's is not my year to read books. So I am going to not worry about a goal, and maybe try a longer book or two.
I finished up and posted the three Top Gun Maverick fics I started last year. I've now almost matched my total word count for last year, and while I'm behind, I still have some hope for those Sam/Bucky fics to see the light of day.
A Perch Built For Two - Jake/Bradley
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, normalized public sex, team bonding orgy, dagger/dagger, except for rooster, sexually inexperienced bradley bradshaw (more tags on AO3)
Rooster is well known for keeping his own company, but between Maverick's reemergence and the suicide mission, Hangman manages to weasel his way into Bradley's attention. He's never let an alpha so close to him before, but Hangman might be the best choice - experienced and unlikely to ask for more than Bradley was willing to give. Unfortunately for him, it's Bradley who wants more, and he has no idea how to ask for it.
Ever Say 'No' Before? - Jake/Bradley
Mutual Pining, what they both think is casual sex, dubious consent they both think is consent, Painful Sex, then pivoting to enjoyable sex (more tags on AO3)
Jake's problem is that he's all in for an idiot* who thinks he'd drop to his knees for any big dick that swung his way. He's just not brave enough to declare he's definitely a one dick kind of man.
Rooster's problem is that he's an idiot*.
*affectionately
What do you call a fruit that has intimacy issues and can only love from afar? - Jake/Bradley
Sex Pollen, sex pollen as a workplace hazard, aftereffects of sex pollen, Brief Hospitalization, Misunderstandings, talking to each other like actual fucking adults, everyone needs a friend like phoenix
“I’m afraid there’s no mistake, son,” Cyclone said after a drawn out pause. He shuffled a handful of papers, but then recited from memory, “During his final hop this afternoon at sixteen-ten, Lieutenant Bradshaw was unable to avoid a spontaneous formation of pollen cloud and was enveloped in spores that he ingested for the twelve minutes it took him to return and land.”
“Twelve minutes,” Jake repeated, muttering to himself. It could have been worse. Roughly twelve hours until it was out of his system. Long hours of mutual suffering with whatever sacrificial lamb Rooster had actually wanted. “Sir, there’s no way I’m on his list.”
“Hangman, no one can compel you to accept this choice,” Cyclone said, still avoiding locking eyes with Jake. The clouds were a painful fact of life, and the aftermath almost always caused issues for personnel performance and cohesion one way or another. “You can decline for any reason and no one will think less of you.”
I’m not a poetry person, I don’t – get it. I never have.
I used to think all poetry was bad.
I sort of thought it was pointless.
Just – write some prose, and stop – wasting everyone’s time.
Ironically, I think that's a good poem. Except I still think it.
Even with this, it's is not my year to read books. So I am going to not worry about a goal, and maybe try a longer book or two.
I finished up and posted the three Top Gun Maverick fics I started last year. I've now almost matched my total word count for last year, and while I'm behind, I still have some hope for those Sam/Bucky fics to see the light of day.
A Perch Built For Two - Jake/Bradley
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, normalized public sex, team bonding orgy, dagger/dagger, except for rooster, sexually inexperienced bradley bradshaw (more tags on AO3)
Rooster is well known for keeping his own company, but between Maverick's reemergence and the suicide mission, Hangman manages to weasel his way into Bradley's attention. He's never let an alpha so close to him before, but Hangman might be the best choice - experienced and unlikely to ask for more than Bradley was willing to give. Unfortunately for him, it's Bradley who wants more, and he has no idea how to ask for it.
Ever Say 'No' Before? - Jake/Bradley
Mutual Pining, what they both think is casual sex, dubious consent they both think is consent, Painful Sex, then pivoting to enjoyable sex (more tags on AO3)
Jake's problem is that he's all in for an idiot* who thinks he'd drop to his knees for any big dick that swung his way. He's just not brave enough to declare he's definitely a one dick kind of man.
Rooster's problem is that he's an idiot*.
*affectionately
What do you call a fruit that has intimacy issues and can only love from afar? - Jake/Bradley
Sex Pollen, sex pollen as a workplace hazard, aftereffects of sex pollen, Brief Hospitalization, Misunderstandings, talking to each other like actual fucking adults, everyone needs a friend like phoenix
“I’m afraid there’s no mistake, son,” Cyclone said after a drawn out pause. He shuffled a handful of papers, but then recited from memory, “During his final hop this afternoon at sixteen-ten, Lieutenant Bradshaw was unable to avoid a spontaneous formation of pollen cloud and was enveloped in spores that he ingested for the twelve minutes it took him to return and land.”
“Twelve minutes,” Jake repeated, muttering to himself. It could have been worse. Roughly twelve hours until it was out of his system. Long hours of mutual suffering with whatever sacrificial lamb Rooster had actually wanted. “Sir, there’s no way I’m on his list.”
“Hangman, no one can compel you to accept this choice,” Cyclone said, still avoiding locking eyes with Jake. The clouds were a painful fact of life, and the aftermath almost always caused issues for personnel performance and cohesion one way or another. “You can decline for any reason and no one will think less of you.”
