#bookmarking tool

[chalkrub]

art fight is once again drawing near and i will once again be very enthusiastically participating! i love artfight i LOVE ocs and i love drawing other people's ocs - feel free to reblog/reply with your artfights, I always go through and bookmark my followers' characters <:^) above, you can see a small sample of my guys, both old and new, if you wanna draw them! it always makes me more happy than i can say to see my ocs in other peoples styles. tbh. if i'm being honest.

my artfight username is also chalkrub, pr alternatively you can click this funny little link HERE

I’ll be team seafoam, easiest choice of all time even if my idealised version of seafoam does not match up to the reality of the gross beige clumpy froth I see on estuaries sometimes

[johnnyshrine]

★ 008 // “Bookmark”

[fisheito]

Looking around the user interface in awe Wow lookit all these fancy renovations!!! We got so many new filters abdLOMUY MYHIF GLOB

Why the adoDOKK THEY SO CUTE?!!?,,???

Ehehje yakumorb

Oh i don't get jumpscared by eiden titti in the intimacy rooms anymore but NoW i HAVE TO SEE HIS sTUPID POINT BLANK SMILE?

...why are the first two rows so... i don't like the lack of variety going on ..

[beechersnope]

Wild Dream Come True

Christian/Max (Past Christian/Seb), 1645 words

Warnings/Tags: major dubcon, grooming, drunk sex, anal gaping, fisting, loss of virginity, possessiveness, power imbalance, age difference, painful sex

***

Seb was twenty-one years old when he won his first race for Red Bull. Max is eighteen.

That matters, somehow, to Christian. He’d thought he would have more time to take Max under his wing, get him used to the idea of warming his bed, break through the hard shell that Jos had built up around his boy to keep him cut off from the pleasures of the world.

It turns out not to matter. One purposeful touch from Christian—a hand on the inside of Max’s thigh under the table at the team dinner, nice and public so he won’t make a scene—is all it takes to crack him like an egg.

Max is hard almost immediately. But Christian makes him wait. And after, when he has a half-drunk Max alone in his hotel room: Christian makes it worth it.

“Have you ever done this before?” Christian asks as Max lies on the bed, staring up at him blearily as Christian takes his time peeling Max out of his sweaty clothes.

Seb had never known the touch of a man before Christian had taken him that night in Shanghai. He’d been tight, but had acclimated surprisingly quickly to the feeling of a hard cock inside him, giving back just as good as he’d gotten by the end. Christian doesn’t think Max will do the same.

“No,” Max says, shaking his head slowly as a blush creeps down his face, deepening the already bright pink spots on his cheeks. “Never, I’ve—I haven’t. With anyone.”

Those words course through Christian like an electric current. It’s all he can do to keep himself from tearing off the rest of Max’s clothes and fucking into him right then and there. That isn’t what Christian has planned for him—at least not yet.

“Oh, my darling boy,” Christian says as he reaches up to cradle Max’s cheek, soft and gentle.

Max leans into the touch, always so eager for everything. Wins. Approval. Love.

Christian can give him all three.

“Get on your tummy for me?” Christian prompts once he has Max naked and spread out in front of him, his thighs loose and open revealing a half-hard cock already leaking precome, so wet already that Max must have been aching in his jeans for hours. “It’ll be easier that way.”

He doesn’t tell Max what he intends to do. He doesn’t want to give him the opportunity to say no.

With Seb, Christian had made mistakes. He’d sucked Seb off first, fingered him open sweetly, and then made him come again on Christian’s cock while Seb rode him, letting Seb control the pace, the force, the depth. Seb had learnt what he liked from the encounter—and what he didn’t. They never slept together again in all that time that Seb was with Red Bull, even while rumors reached Christian’s ears that Seb was slutting it up with nearly half the grid by the end.

So no, Christian isn’t going to make Max come before he opens him up. He doesn’t even really care if Max comes at all. That isn’t what this is about. Pleasure was never the point.

Max—sweet, obedient, and a virgin—rolls onto his stomach without complaint. He drags his cock against the sheets, leaving it hanging down between his legs instead of tucking it against his stomach. Maybe he thinks that’ll tempt Christian into touching him. Or maybe it’s just that Max doesn’t realize he won’t even be able to hump the bed like that, won’t be able to get the friction he really needs when it matters the most.

Good, Christian thinks to himself before turning around to get the lube.

Christian isn’t stingy about slicking himself up. Not that it matters. Christian could use the whole bottle and Max still wouldn’t be able to sit down the next day. Might not even be able to walk. It’ll make the plane home hell, and his next race might even suffer as a result, but it’ll be worth the temporary loss in points over the long term.

Christian knows when he has a champion in the making. He might have fucked it all up with Sebastian, but this time, he’s not about to let Max slip out of his grasp.

“It’ll hurt,” Christian tells Max. “Did you clean yourself like I asked?” He’d sent Max up to the hotel room first; given him detailed instructions for what he needed to do with the items he’d left in the bathroom.

Max nods against the pillow, leaving a spit-damp mark against the fabric.

“Good boy,” Christian says, smoothing his left hand against the small of Max’s back. He’s slender now, still very much a teenager, but Christian can already tell he’ll grow into his body, put on weight he won’t be able to cut like the others—fit, muscular, but with softness clinging to his chest, his thighs, his hips.

Christian wants that. He wants to insure that even a Max in his prime will still be lying in Christian’s bed with his legs spread. Open, loose-limbed, hard and wanting. Ripe for the taking.

Max allows the first finger inside him with little protest. He barely reacts, the wine dulling his senses, slowing his reflexes. It’s not enough, yet, to hurt.

The second garners a muffled sound of protest. Christian keeps going, fucking into Max slow and steady with two fingers for as long as he can stand it, waiting until Max settles down again before pulling out entirely to press in a third.

“Hurts,” Max finally says, and Christian can see that between his legs, Max isn’t hard anymore.

“It’s all right,” Christian tells him. “You’re doing so well for me. Just relax.”

Christian can tell that Max is trying hard not to cry. He feels prouder than he’s ever been. The way Max is letting him inside despite everything in his body rebelling against it feels even better than the win.

Christian waits until Max is hard again before really starting to fuck Max with his fingers, digging in deep with Max shuddering around him, pulling at the rim of his hole until his body finally gives up, stops fighting back. Then Christian squeezes in his pinky, and Max screams.

“You can take it, darling. I know you can.”

Christian doesn’t pull his fingers out even as Max writhes underneath him, too overwhelmed to really get away from what Christian is doing. Christian is happy he didn’t have to tie Max up for it, glad that he’d been right all along about what his darling boy could handle. He is doing well, better than Seb would have done if their positions were reversed, and maybe that was the real reason that things had never worked out the way Christian had hoped.

Max is perfect. And Max is his.

“Just a little more,” Christian tells Max with a soothing hand running across his back. “You’re almost there.”

Max’s rim stretches wide around the breadth of Christian’s fingers, white where the pressure has temporarily forced the blood out of the capillaries, swollen and red everywhere else. Christian can feel Max trying to force him out, but he fucks him through it, waiting until Max finally stops squirming before resting a hand firmly against the center of Max’s back so he can’t shy away from what he really needs.

“Deep breath, love,” Christian whispers. He waits for Max’s ribs to expand under his hand before pressing down hard, pinning him to the bed as he folds in his thumb and pushes.

The sound that emerges from Max’s mouth as Christian’s hand slides inside him to the wrist isn’t human.

The breath gets sucked out of both of them. Christian’s mouth goes dry as he realizes what he’s accomplished. Max, who has never been touched before this by anyone, has now been irrevocably transformed. The memory of the first time he’s ever been fucked will always be this: Christian’s fist inside him, stretching him open, remaking him anew.

It doesn’t matter now who Max takes to bed in the coming years. It will all be a pale imitation of what Christian did first. Even if this is what Max decides he wants from someone else, it’ll only be because Christian is the one who taught him to want it.

“Can you feel how well you’re taking me?” Christian asks, voice full of wonder.

Max tries to answer, but the garbled noise that comes out doesn’t resemble either English or Dutch.

Christian feels like Icarus as he carefully makes an attempt to press in even deeper. He stops when Max jerks hard against the mattress, almost dry heaving against the pillow. Christian doesn’t want to break him. Not entirely.

This isn’t about ruining Max. This is about reshaping him.

When Christian finally pulls out and sees the gaping void he’s created, it feels like another victory. He presses his fingers along the edges of Max’s hole, treasuring every muted whimper as he strips his own cock fast and hard. He has to make this official, after all.

Christian comes with all the force of a popped bottle of champagne, painting Max’s insides white and watching it drip down inside him, where it belongs.

He climbs in bed after, cradling Max’s tear-stained face against his chest and stroking his soft blonde hair until finally, Max drifts into a blessed unconsciousness, free for now from the ache between his legs that Christian had bestowed upon him like a sacred gift.

Christian waits until Max’s breathing slows, deepens, before reaching down again to press four fingers into Max’s hole. He’s pleased to find it still wide and gaping, the muscles fluttering weakly against the strength of his hand, unable to resist when Christian tugs experimentally, wondering just how long he can keep Max like this.

Perfect. Open. His. Forever.

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Obsidian Tutorial - How To Use Bookmarks

Bookmarks are an incredibly useful feature - here’s the basics.

Bookmarks in Obsidian function like bookmarks anywhere else - they let you mark a file to quickly access it later. They’re a core plugin, and are enabled by default (but if they’re off, or you want to switch them off, you can find the toggle in the settings menu).

You can bookmark any of the following:

Files

Folders

Graphs

Searches

Headings

Blocks

They live in the ‘bookmarks’ tab which should be in one of your sidebars - you can use the command palette and the ‘show bookmarks’ command to bring them up if they aren’t.

Unlike folders and files in Obsidian, which are only ordered alphabetically, you can order bookmarks however you like by clicking and dragging them. You can also have bookmark groups - essentially a bookmark folder - which can be collapsed. This makes organising them a lot easier.

(ft my D&D Vault because it’s the one I use the most bookmarks in)

To open one, you just click it.

How to create a bookmark

I’m going to put these under a read-more, because it got quite long, but the tl;dr is you’re going to either right-click on something, or use the command palette to bookmark most things.

For Files you can use the command palette, right-click on the file and select ‘bookmark’, or use the ‘bookmark active tab’ option in the bookmarks sidebar:

For Folders, right-click on the folder in the explorer sidebar and select ‘bookmark’:

For Graphs, right-click the tab with the graph view and select Bookmark:

For Searches, select the three dots icon next to the number of search results under the search box and select ‘bookmark’. You can also use the command palette, and select the ‘bookmark current search’ option.

For Headings, and Blocks, use the command palette, and select the option you want.

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[dragonpyre]

I have more followers than likes, wtf

[fabbyf1]

I always forget about ao3 functions. Literally only realised you could private bookmarks recently and I only found out you could view statistics like last week. What do you mean there’s a few hundred people subscribed to you and get silly little emails when you post? What a weird little site. But very funny to see other people’s reviews I’m sure the vast vast majority of yours are AMAZING. Long Live is a fic I’ve definitely read more than once- it’s amazing and yeah of course it’s not actual Charles. That’s kind of the thing about rpf, none of it is real. Go read a Leclerc biography and not a fanfic if that’s what you want 😭

"GO READ A LECLERC BIOGRAPHY AND NOT A FANFIC IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT" i'm fucking screaming. YOU ARE SO CORRECT.

that's the beauty of fanfiction, isn't it? i can make my character anything i want them to be. it can be "realistic" or it can be out of pocket or it can be a mixture of both. nobody can stop me in fanfiction. nobody can tell me how i'm "SUPPOSED" to write Charles, because... it's fucking fiction.

i'm not a reporter writing history.

i'm just a silly little fanfiction writer.

p.s. thank you for your kind words about long live, i'm so glad you enjoyed it 😭😭

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

[velvetwyrme]

Thank you so muchhhh! I finally have fics to eat up 🥹🥹😭 -anon🪐💜

you are very very welcome, i hope you enjoy the fics that you end up reading!! and thank YOU for giving me the opportunity to go ham and show off some fics i enjoyed!

im. gonna go pass out now rhrjfjgnkdmgntmjgkf

[therianhelp]

Self-Care for a Canadian Lynx

w/ Knights and Books

Chainmail Keychain Fidget

Lynx Book Keeper Cotton Tee (yeah this is Fashion but it's neat and fits the theme)

Sword Bookmark

Medieval Crusader Metal Tankard

Aurora Lynx Plush

Lynx Leather Notebook

Lynx Colouring Book Download

Alpha Lyncis Lynx Logo Sticker (this appears to be the artist's personal logo, but the pose reminded me of lions rampant in a coat-of-arms lol)

The Shire Literary Candle

[sillimancer]

I kind of want to design my own planet

[dadrawingducks-blog]

bookclub

thank you @psiimaid for this cool idea ! :) 

I literally only ever “read” Homestuck like 7 years ago in middle school (LOL) and even then I basically skimmed it so I think it’d be fun to do a reread to remember the plot and details I have inevitably forgotten. 

But really I just wanna find more crumbs of ancestor exposition X). They only have that 6 panel backstory focused primarily on them in the entire 8123 pages(length is according to the wiki). But im convinced there's scattered themes, motifs, relevant details within the narrative as a whole. 

Thats really the point of this reread and the motivation behind it. 

Made this discord server to pretend to be in a bookclub rereading Homestuck.

Also since this is a reread I assume if you join you are aware of the content in the webcomic like the early 2010s internet language/culture :/

also fair warning I have almost never used discord so setting this up was a first for me. If there's anything you think I could do to improve it I will be happy to try it :).

here's the link if you want to join

https://discord.gg/5j7eSDrmsk 

[bytesie]

if u guys have neocities link me :) i think im going to support them (+ then u can make more sites)

[morallygay]

[ID: a photo of a thick book titled “atlas de poche de génétique” with a minion waving his hand on a sticker sheet being used as a bookmark sticking out of it. End ID]

[himblebo]

My mom has historically not given me birthday gifts (growing up this was because she would let me do whatever I wanted for a birthday party, and since then it’s because she helped me pay for college or would take me to see a show etc) but my birthday is tomorrow and she just asked me “so… would you like a dress form for your birthday??”

Yes yes I would!!!