#WPM

[warxpunkxmonk]

Indomitable

Scars are revered When the war inside Ends with ataraxia Becoming messages Displaying survival Instead of weakness

wpm

[ariasmontage]

there is a high school in front of my apartment. during lunch break, i look at kids playing basketball or just walking. i tell myself, this is how you will keep in touch with your childhood.

as an observer.

I piece my life together in this way, living vicariously through these strangers, from a small window.

sometimes, it's not so bad.

[almost-correct-quotes]

here's a website to quickly check

apparently the average is about 40 so i'm curious to see the results

[weplayminecraft]

WePlayMinecraft is updated to 1.21

WPM is a 12 year old Vanilla Survival server with a relaxed and friendly community. We reset our map every major update.

If you've played with us before, Welcome back! If not, come check out our Discord and say hi! We play other games too!

[physalian]

Brought to you by a Buzzfeed list about skills older generations have that younger ones don't. I have a friend getting a PhD in computer engineering who types while only using their index fingers (27 years old).

I'm 26 and a writer, and I work a corporate desk job, so I think I have a... 94WPM according to typing tests, faster if I'm not having to follow a prompt. Which is not meant to brag, I've been writing books on computers for 9 years and was learning how to type with Mavis Beacon back in 1st grade. I spend a lot of time doing it, thus I am very efficient at it.

So I want to know if that Boomer's blowing smoke on "touch typing being a lost skill". And when I say "correct finger placement" I mean you are typing at speed using all ten (if you have them) with your index fingers on the F and J keys (for a QWERTY, western keyboard).

[cybrrmutt]

YAYAYYAYAYAYAYYA

:3

[mathewharwich]

What's my typing speed??? (wpm)

[everythingdopeblog]

A-Z's of Blogging: Format, Font. and Theme - Tricks For Maximum Reader Engagement 

This article perfictly describes what a blog post needs to recive the maximum engagement. This article discsses the best fonts, styles, and formmating requiredto recive a large number of readers.

  Top Blogging Themes for Maximum Reader Engagement! Starter Quotes:   1. “Write drunk, edit sober.” – Ernest Hemingway 2. “The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.” – Terry Pratchett 3. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou Introduction Are you ready to take your blogging game to the next level, captivating readers at every turn?…

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I Want To Be A Fast Typer

300 WPM!

THIS IS A THING!

AND I'M AT A MEASLY 80 WPM MAX!

WITH A FUCKING 72 WPM AVERAGE!

THIS IS MY NEW GOAL!

(my only problem is that I learned to type with only two fingers on each hand.... and I don't think I can break that habit.....)

[warxpunkxmonk]

Gray Matters

Mind filled chaotically Abstracted for reasons With poetic fragments Drafted in quandaries Inaudibly on the edge

wpm

[ariasmontage]

Exhibit: Cherry Blossom Season in Seoul 🌸

Kyunghee University, Seoul.

[adityalightvine]

That feeling when you’re told that it should take 56 minutes to read something that you know will take you 10-12 minutes tops.

[weplayminecraft]

WePlayMinecraft is updated to 1.21.4

We've got a fresh map with plenty of Pale Gardens.

Check our our Nether Highway designed by Endivinity and built by Endivinity, acechemicals, SilentxGargoyle, Faeyne, and Aprilsauce.

Drop a message in our Discord to be whitelisted. If you've never played with us before, WePlayMinecraft is a 12 year old vanilla minecraft server with an easygoing community focused on building. Gamerules like keepInventory are on and mobGriefing are off. We love to meet new friends!

[pumpkennpie]

landoscar, sex toys please!!

oh amelia, a woman after my own heart!!

landoscar + sex toys for this kink meme list! wc 1142 (oops)

“Fuck, Lando, please,” Oscar keens, hands fisted in the sheets so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He fucks himself down on Lando’s fingers, rolling his hips to make the digits brush against the lovely little spot that makes him see stars.

“God, you’re so easy for it, huh?” Lando laughs, a wonderment weaving through his words that Oscar does not have the mental capacity to unravel right now.

“Easy for you,” Oscar replies, heady and breathless. He knows he’s playing into Lando’s possessive streak, but he’ll do anything if it means finally getting something bigger than Lando’s three fingers in him.

“Fuck, okay.” 

Oscar squeezes his eyes shut, whining when Lando pulls his fingers out. There, in the darkness behind his eyelids, his other senses are heightened. He can feel every movement Lando makes on the bed as if they share a body, and the smell of sex is heavy in his nostrils.

Maybe that’s why he jumps when a low buzzing sound breaks through the silence.

“‘M just checking it’s charged first. We’ll go slow, okay?” Lando assures, running the back of his hand over the skin behind Oscar’s knee. 

Oscar cracks his eyes open and nearly comes at the sight in front of him.

Lando is on his knees between Oscar’s parted thighs, naked save for a pair of skin tight black boxers. His hair is mussed from where Oscar’s hands had been gripping it while Lando blew him, and there’s a pink flush high on his cheeks, muted from his tan but so telling to the state he’s in. He’s hard, the long line of his cock visible through his boxers. There’s a damp patch at the tip, and Oscar fights the urge to sit up and mouth at him through the fabric.

But the thing that makes Oscar shiver with anticipation is the object in Lando's hand. It’s the toy he bought while drunk and lonely, waiting for Lando to come back from galivanting across Greece with Fewtrell. It's smooth with gentle curves, longer than his own cock, but thinner. More precise, he supposes.

Lando had giggled when he first saw it, not because he was judging Oscar for the purchase, but because the vibrator is jarringly hot pink. Oscar had just blushed and told Lando that it was the only one left in stock.

Oscar watches raptly as Lando uncaps the lube and pours it over the tip of the toy. Some of it drips off, landing right on Oscar’s leaking cock. It’s cold, but the shock it sends through him is intoxicating.

Hmm. File that one away for later.

“Alright, ready?” Lando asks, shifting closer to Oscar and lifting one of Oscar’s legs over his shoulder.

Oscar is so exposed like this, splayed open for Lando to see the most intimate parts of him. Oscar kind of never wants to be clothed again if it means Lando will always look at him like this, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, like he’s something holy. Made to be worshipped.

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes.

The first press of the toy against his hole isn’t much different to Lando fucking into him. It’s not as warm, but it’s blunt, a dull pressure that only leaves Oscar wanting more.

“I’m good, you can-” Oscar’s words break into a moan when Lando pushes the vibrator in. It’s a better stretch than Lando’s fingers- not as good as his cock, but enough to make him grin through it.

Lando sets a steady, slow rhythm, watching Oscar’s face intently. Oscar knows he must look a mess right now, flushed red from the tips of his ears to the tip of his cock. He’s unbearably hard, brought right to the edge by Lando’s mouth earlier before being fingered open for what felt like eons. 

The tip of the toy is curved, and within a minute, Lando has figured out the exact speed and depth he needs to push into Oscar to hit his prostate with every stroke. Soon enough, Oscar is panting, rutting his hips to get- he doesn’t even know. Closer? Maybe. 

More. He needs more.

“Lando, please, turn it on,” he all but begs, one of his hands leaving the sheets to grip Lando’s bicep.

Lando is nothing if not merciful. 

Even though he knows it’s coming, the first hum of vibration jolts through him like electricity. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt; sharp and all-consuming, both too much and not enough. 

His body can’t decide if it wants to pull away or push into it, so it does both. His hips jerk up off of the mattress, and the leg propped over Lando’s shoulder tightens, pulling him in closer. The toy pushes in deeper, and the vibration brushes his prostate.

Oscar might scream- he’s too far gone to recognize the sounds he’s making. He’s babbling, rushed together syllables that create a steady stream of yesmorepleasefuck.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Lando praises, turning his head to the side to nip at the inside of Oscar’s thigh.

He feels hot and cold, shivering and sweaty. Feverish. Lando turns the vibration up, and the sensation teeters right on the line of perfect and too much.

Oscar can’t feel his limbs. Lando is pressing the vibrator into him, keeping it there longer with each stroke until he’s barely pulling out. Oscar grinds his hips down, and Lando gets the hint. He begins moving the toy around in little circles, near constant brushes of vibration against Oscar’s prostate that has him curling his toes and clenching his jaw.

It’s so overwhelming, this unrelenting stimulation, that he doesn’t realize he’s going to come until it’s happening.

There’s fire running through his veins, something bright and burning that whites out his vision as he bears down on the toy. His cock spurts against his stomach, and Oscar is distantly aware of come landing on his collarbone.

He's coming, untouched. It’s the most intense thing he’s ever felt.

“Fuck, Oscar, oh my god.” Lando’s voice is coming back to him in waves, hot pulses as he comes down from his high. 

The sensation returns to his limbs slowly, a tingle that starts in his fingers and toes and runs through his muscles until he’s shaking with it. He opens his eyes just in time to watch Lando come, groaning as he spills over Oscar’s spent cock. 

Oscar’s not sure when Lando slipped the toy out of him, but he’s glad that he did it soon enough to not overstimulate him. There’s only so much Oscar can take in one night, and this might fill that quota for a few days.

Lando gently drops Oscar’s leg back to the bed before flopping down next to him. When his body stops bouncing on the plush mattress, he turns his head and smiles wide at Oscar.

“Good?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”