#I kid

[madtechnomage]

Now second person on the other hand…

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[cocoabubbelle]

[hopeinthebox]

bts + make up a guy pt.3

[qiuing]

Just a pawn.

[yennao]

(Adult Danny Design by @nicktoonsunite because he’s neat and I Love him)

So anyway if I’m not drawing blood or teeth assume I’m dead

[tea-tuesday]

recently, i went to visit a friend in nevada and had a great time exploring cafés, bookstores, and vintage shops !! i fell in love with this portable royal typewriter with dark green keys but wasn't able to take it home with me :'((

[fioreofthemarch]

Who was Zelda’s PA and were they compensated fairly because my girl was:

Running a school

Discovering new species

Remodelling her home

Making Link new clothes

Leading a new research division

Giving out recipes (for humans and goats)

Building a plant nursery

Creating memorials for the Calamity

Coordinating kingdom-wide rebuild efforts

AND investigating the new Gloom mist

All right before she disappeared. Her calendar must have been whack.

[batfleckgifs]

CHASING AMY • 2021

[wisteriagoesvroom]

What makes Landoscar soooo good ? I haven’t been this obsessed with a ship since BTS lmfao

athletic twinks with homoerotic subtext. next!

[nyoomfruits]

i somehow lost the ask but this was written for the ‘wanna practice’ kiss prompt with lestappen :)

The door of the dorm room swings open rather dramatically, banging against the opposing wall as Charles comes barging through, beeling for this bed and flopping down on it face first. 

“Do I just suck?” He asks, voice muffled by his pillow. 

“Yes,” Max says, not looking up from where he is working on his econ homework on his own side of the dorm room. 

“You don’t even have any context,” Charles says, unburrying his face. Max glances at him. He’s pouting.

“Hm,” Max says, pretends to consider it. “No, my answer stands.”

Charles makes a dramatic strangled warbling noise and falls back into the pillows. Not for the first time, Max regrets becoming his friend. It was easier, back in high school, when they were sworn enemies. Lot less exaggerated sighing as Charles waits for him to ask him what’s wrong. 

After the fifth sigh, a deep one that must be coming from the depths of Charles toes, Max finally relents. “Fine,” he says. “What happened?”

Charles looks up with entirely too much glee, happy to be indulged, as he says, “I think I’m like, unloveable.”

Max suppresses his snort as he thinks of all the people that would line up to get their shot with Charles Leclerc. “Sure,” he settles on. “Why?”

“I was making out with this girl last night and then she made this very obvious excuse and just left. And there was this guy, a week ago, we’d just been making out for like, maybe a minute and then he went ‘nope’ and left.” Charles has flopped onto his back now, staring miserably at the ceiling. 

“Maybe you’re just bad at kissing,” Max says, frowning down at his econ homework.

“What? No I’m not,” Charles says, indignant. There’s a pause, during which Max scribbles some things down in his notes. Then, very quietly, “Oh my god, maybe I am.”

Max makes a ‘well, there you go’ motion, and hopes this means he can finally go back to finishing this assignment. It isn’t due for another two days, but there’s that paper coming up and he has time now, so-

“Kiss me,” Charles says. Max hadn’t even heard him move, but he’s here now, leaning into Max’s space like some kind of siren out of a Greek myth trying to lure him into the depths of seduction. 

Or something. If anything, Max’s brain isn’t really working right. Charles is right there, in his space, hands leaning on the sides of Max’s desk chair, looking ridiculously… giddy, almost. Max had this dream once. But Charles had looked a lot more sultry and his eyes had been closed and he’d been sitting in Max’s lap instead of leaning over him and-

“Why,” Max says. In his haste to stop that insane train of thought, he forgets to phrase it as a question. 

Charles pouts at him. His nose is inches away from Max’s. “So you can tell me if I’m a bad kisser.”

“Who says I’d be a good judge of that,” Max says, instead of outright ‘no’, because he’s a self sabotaging idiot. “Maybe I’m a horrible kisser.”

Charles tssk’s. “You and Daniel dated for like two years. If you’d been bad at kissing he’d dumped you much sooner.”

“Thanks,” Max says, frowning. “I think.”

“Come on,” Charles weedles. “Just see it as like, practice. For you. For when the next Daniel comes along.”

Max snorts derisively. The next Daniel is currently trying to convince him to kiss, so. Whatever. “Fine,” Max eventually says, because Charles is a stubborn little bastard and maybe if they kiss he will finally leave Max to his assignment. 

Also Charles is still there, in his space, with his big green eyes and his stupid pouty mouth and Max is only a man, so. 

“Yay!” Charles says, and then abruptly lunges forward to smash his lips against Max’s. 

Their teeth clunk together and Max winces as his nose bumps against Charles’s, and he lets out a strangled little noise as he gently pushes Charles back. 

He’s starting to see there might be some truth to the whole ‘Charles is bad at kissing’ thing. 

“Wow, okay, let’s just,” he gently pushes a confused Charles further back and gets up out of his chair, so they’re face to face. “Maybe do it a little more gently, yeah? Like this,” He puts one hand on Charles chin, tilts his fac up a little, softly brushing their lips together before pressing a little harder, letting their lips slide against each other. 

And oh, it’s much better like this, Charles following Max’s lead, his hands coming to rest on Max’s waist as Max’s hands slip into Charles’s hair, and he’s a little enthusiastic with his tongue at first, but he’s a quick learner, and for a moment there Max forgets all concept of time. 

“Ah,” Charles says when he pulls away. There’s a frown on his face, like he's deep in thought. “Yes. I might have been doing that wrong.”

Max merely hums, still reeling a little bit from the experience, still feeling the faint touch of Charles’s lips on his own, not trusting himself to speak. 

“Well!” Charles suddenly says, seemingly shaking himself out of whatever thought process he’d gotten tangled up in. “Thanks for that! I shall put it into practice now.” 

It takes Max a while to understand what he means, but then Charles is putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys and oh. 

He means with other people. 

“Right,” Max says, trying really hard not to look disappointed. “Right, well, good luck.”

“Thanks!” Charles yells over his shoulder, before moving through the door, taking Max’s entire heart with him. 

Max is left standing in the middle of the room, staring forlornly at his econ homework. It suddenly lost all of its earlier appeal. Especially when he can still feel the ghost of Charles’s finger tips on his waist. 

[tankhunmybeloved]

Jane, sleepless, restless, overwhelmed, possibly even a bit giddy: How do I say I thought about what you said all weekend? I thought about you last weekend too. And the one before. I think about you too much. I think about how sometimes you're the most helpless thing I've ever seen. I think about how other times you are so tuned into your emotions that you're a little terrifying.

How do I tell him "please take care of yourself"? I want you to eat well. I want you to stop falling over your own feet. You shouldn't keep trying to keep the hours I keep. I made a mistake letting you stay that night, but you were so tired. I want you to rest. You look so soft when you sleep. Did you know that? I thought my heartbeat could wake you, it was so loud. I'm aware every moment that the thing you need protection from is me and my sharpness.

When I said I'm scared for you I meant I'm scared for me too. Sometimes time gets too slow because you're too close and I can't be the one to reach for you.

How to do I explain that I really wanted to say something back when you said that you liked me? But I can't. And I shouldn't. And I'm so, so sorry I made you cry again.

How do I say in 6 weeks I want to take you to dinner and say this all over again while I hold your hand in mine?

Oh, I know. Foam footwear.

[yannisdesk]

Everything in Arcane makes sense if you look at it from the perspective of millennial big sis Vi trying desperately to understand her gen-z younger sister and failing.

[hhbluedynamite]

Doing some drawings for Showstoppers and I’m in the process of drawing Kinger’s anatomy and…I just-I just want to share what I drew

Dafuq is this? What did I just draw? 😆

[magicratfingers]

You take *rolls* 64 points of damage to notifications

[secretlytranced]

realllllllly want a day off to just lay naked in bed and brainwash and be played with and used and fucked. why isn't anyone paying me to be their little hypnoslut yet? lol sigh. maybe I'll book a hotel room one weekend and just trance out and put myself up for auction haha in, like, a non- human-traficking kinda way.

[statementends]

Did Lena brutal pipe murder someone and we didn't even get to hear it? 😞