#idk my exact height

[fulgurbugs]

while I’m at it here’s both of the lineups together, plus a full short-tall lineup (my drawings weren’t perfect to where I’d place them, so I had to make some adjustments and move people around, but hey. What can you do.

[kogglyuffs]

big eclair and his little ant bestie

[gaydexvocaloid]

very rough doodle of my ninezero design arrhhhjjjhgggg

[milkteawithrusk]

😭 which ones tho?

nahhh bb you don't wanna know 😭

can't sing the entirety of its going down from descendants 2, never watched just add magic (like probably only 5-6 episodes), pcmb student, short (below 5'5), like rahul khanna, can't get your body moving baby chammiya style, only child, never watched sky high

[absentmoon]

i dont want to rb that one post

[zackcharine]

Another fun fact about my Pico is that he's nb x)

[icypolargirl78]

you know, redrawing my ocs really has allowed me to beat the demon shaped creature in my head back when it tells me that my characters don't look attractive.

i've put my love, my soul, and my entire being into creating these guys and that bitch wants me to tell them that they're ugly??? girl none of that

[icewindandboringhorror]

I love all of these goofy product photos where the water bottle is extremely obviously just photoshopped onto a stock image of someone pretending to hold something or whatever.. very convincing..

[babsaros]

How did you know you were gay?

ah, couple reasons i guess. some that only became obvious with like 15 years of hindsight, and only after pulling myself out of the deep dark pit of compulsory heterosexuality.

like. classic symptoms of lesbianism include shamefully staring at the floor when you pass the women's underwear racks in the department store, even though you're not quite sure why you're uncomfortable. that sort of thing.

i have memories from early elementary school of accidentally glimpsing down a girl's shirt at recess and then bottling up that feeling and refusing to think about it. any time i had a crush on a boy, it was from an extremely idealized and safely non-actionable distance. the one time i did have a boyfriend, it was just my guy best friend from middle school, we dated for barely a school year before i ended it and the most physical intimacy i was ever comfortable with was holding his hand when we walked to class. i went to a different school's prom because a guy i was kind-of friends with asked me, and spent the whole night uncomfortably avoiding eye contact.

basically i started questioning my sexuality towards the end of high school, when i noticed myself getting like. jealous about my guy best friend's girlfriends?? like. i wanted to date them. i wanted to steal them from him lmao. i thought girls were pretty and soft and nice and cute and i was too afraid of being a predatory creep to do anything about it besides have far-fetched daydreams, but there was no heterosexual explanation. like, i hugged a girl i thought was pretty one time and it did things to my brain. that memory got locked in for life.

i identified as ace/pan early on, but again- compulsory heterosexuality. the idea of being with a guy romantically or sexually was never actually appealing. i had just been told that was what i was supposed to want my entire life, and the movies do a great job of selling that fantasy. but really i was just a lonely depressed helpless romantic teenager that wanted to be loved lol.

a large part of why i identified as asexual was because i was so sex-repulsed by the idea of penetration, honestly? (which i have since gotten over, but specifically Only with girls. the idea of having sex with a man still icks me out, and my preference is definitely femme-presenting ppl) a bit of it was probably also because i hadn't unpacked gender yet either. it made it very difficult to actually imagine myself having sex with anyone ever lol. this is gonna sound so cringe to say, but reading gay smut did awaken things in me.

in conclusion, tldr, i just like to think about tits and kissing women sometimes, idk. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[mars-ipan]

genuinely i don’t know how someone could meet a kid and decide children are horrid monsters actually. kids are so good

[gaystardykeco]

up late thinking about the early 2010s nickelodeon show house of anubis again....how did that happen why did they decide to greenlight their first internationally produced show and then air it like a soap opera (daily on weeknights) and how did it get three seasons (190 episodes) and a movie and why did they choose to adapt a dutch-belgian children's mystery drama show in the first place. so many questions no answers.

[tickled-pink-64]

thinking about his laugh in the OP... 💝💖💕💓💗

so much i wanna gush about him (platonically) in general but basically: SUCH A WHIMSY SILLY LITTLE FELLA ONG! HE LITERALLY LAUGHS IN HE HE HE AND ESPECIALLY HO HO HO AS IF HE'S SANTA!

he's such an adorable guy

and he does this in the book too (and i know what y'all are thinking: don't joke about his name please it became incredibly unoriginal and unfunny to me at this point)

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Reading 'x reader' fic whilst picturing my proxy OC is so funny. "He towered over you" no he didn't

[coquelicoq]

year...2!

i continued my tradition of daily oral french reading this past year and here's what i read:

Voyage au centre de la terre, Jules Verne

La cantatrice chauve/La leçon, Eugène Ionesco

L'enfant de sable, Tahar Ben Jelloun

Le petit prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Gigi, Colette

Vingt mille lieues sous les mers, Jules Verne

Ranma 1/2, vol. 1, Takahashi Rumiko, translated from the Japanese by Fédoua Lamodière

Poèmes, Guillaume Apollinaire

Le fantôme de l'Opéra, Gaston Leroux

Le Robert de poche (1995), ed. Pierre Varrod, Danièle Morvan, et al.

Les oubliés du dimanche, Valérie Perrin

Par amour, Valérie Tong Cuong

Cyrano de Bergerac, Edmond Rostand

Le père Goriot, Honoré de Balzac

Zazie dans le Métro, Raymond Queneau

En attendant Godot, Samuel Beckett

Boule de suif/Mademoiselle Fifi, Guy de Maupassant

Onze Contes: An Introduction to Reading French, Olin Moore & Walter Meiden

La mare au diable, George Sand

in this time period i read a total of 59 books, which is a ratio of about 1:2 french to english (about a third of the books i read were in french and the other 2/3 were in english). which i guess makes sense, because although i don't actually have a habit of daily english reading, of course i can read much faster in english (both because i'm fluent and because i'm not reading out loud).

as you can see, i read more books in french than the year before, but mostly because some of the books that first year were real doorstoppers. i think i've actually chilled out in terms of pages/day; at first i was reading ~20 pages a day but that was cray cray so i'm usually clocking in closer to 10 nowadays.

reading a greater number of books allowed me to diversify my selection, so now in addition to novels and short stories, i've got some plays, poetry, a dictionary, and a textbook of sorts. i also read a volume of manga translated into french. and i should note that i always read the front and back matter, so for any of the classics, there's generally a preface and/or introduction, various commentary by academics, bibliographies, etc.

the only books i had read previously in any capacity were le petit prince (in french) and en attendant godot (in english). i'd also read a few of apollinaire's poems in school and had, you know, consulted the dictionary for specific words from time to time. lol.

this is slightly over half from the 20th century (10 books if i'm remembering correctly), followed by 6 books from the 19th century and three books from THIS century that we are in currently! watch out world!! ranma 1/2 was chock full of slang vocab, which was great (zazie dans le métro also was, but it was older slang and glorb knows my lexicon is old-fashioned enough as it is).

by far my favorite book i read in the past twelve months was the dictionary, which took about 11 months total at a rate of 2 or 3 pages a day. it was also the biggest challenge, because it required a lot of concentration and there was no narrative to draw me along (unless you count related words being near each other, which is indeed very fun). but i did still get a sense of wanting to know what would "happen" next! it was a fascinating experience on so many levels and i think helped me hone my pronunciation (the original reason i started this project of reading aloud in french!) in a way that reading novels wasn't doing as much, both because there are pronunciation notes and because the dictionary forces you to focus on one word at a time, whereas in a narrative you are generally more focused on the sentence as the important unit and can miss some intricacies that way. i feel like i already loved words and the sounds of words and the relationships between words, but reading the dictionary just increased my attention to them exponentially. it's been really fun thinking about words even more than i was previously.

i read les oubliés du dimanche after reading and loving another of valérie perrin's books the year before. it has one of the best, most natural and understated endings of any book i've read and i greatly enjoyed the reading experience. i will definitely read the third book of hers that i have (coincidentally entitled "trois") in the coming year.

the biggest surprise was guy de maupassant - for some reason i wasn't expecting to love his stories as much as i did. i just randomly picked up this book because it was the only french-language book at a thrift store, and i ended up having a blast with it! i've got his novel bel-ami and will read that at some point in the future.

there are several authors i read and now feel like i don't need to read anything else by them, not because i hated their book but because i feel like i've got a handle on their whole deal now and don't really feel the need to pursue it: gaston leroux, honoré de balzac, and george sand. which is maybe unfair of me, but life is short lol. jules verne also falls into this category except i actually read three of his books so i feel like that assessment is more based in evidence. i had been thinking i had reached colette saturation, but then one of the onze contes in onze contes was by her and it fucking rocked, so. rethinking that currently. (if you can read l'autre femme and not immediately dump your boyfriend, wow. kudos to you. the only thing stopping me was i didn't have a boyfriend to dump at the time.)

a few of these were only on my radar because people had recced them to me after last year's post (thank you!!). the people who told me to read la cantatrice chauve and zazie dans le métro were totally on the money because i did indeed love the way they played with language. tahar ben jalloun's style and story structure in l'enfant de sable was super interesting and i'd love to read more by him. please feel free to keep the recs coming - i definitely need to supplement my acquisition strategy of "extremely famous books everyone has heard of" plus "whatever random books happen to be in the french section of the bookstore that i pass on the way to the cash register and really shouldn't be looking at because i have enough books already but i can't help myself".

this year i'm looking to read another reference book or two - possibly another textbook and/or a thesaurus, both of which i already own. to continue my exploration of the mechanics of translation (currently in its baby stages), i'd like to read either something translated into french from an english original that i'm already very familiar with, or something in french but side by side with an english translation. i'm already kind of doing the latter with les fleurs du mal, my current book, because i happen to have an english edition as well, but so far i've only been doing it sporadically. and translated poetry is a whole different beast, so i'd like to do it with fiction specifically.

i'll probably read les trois mousquetaires next, because i am REALLY curious to know if dumas's syntax is actually as tortured as it felt or if that was the result of the 12 years' worth of dust my french had accumulated. probably both. i'll report back. i'm excited to read a couple books i've picked up by senegalese authors who i haven't read before (mariama bâ and mohamed mbougar sarr). i'll probably delay proust and villon for another year, but you never know. it's crazy how many books exist in the world...stay safe out there kids.

last week marked a full year since i started a daily habit of reading french fiction to myself out loud, so i took a picture of the books i finished in the last twelve months to commemorate the occasion!

as you can see, there are nine books total but two of the books (count of monte-cristo and les mis) take up fully half the volume, which makes sense because the first six of the twelve months were devoted to just those two behemoths. full list:

Le Comte de Monte-Cristo, Tomes I et II, Alexandre Dumas père

Les Misérables, Tomes I et II, Victor Hugo

La fin de Chéri, Colette

Le Tour du monde en 80 jours, Jules Verne

Exercices de style, Raymond Queneau (this one i read in both paperback and audiobook; the audiobook is stacked on top)

Changer l'eau des fleurs, Valérie Perrin

Claudine à l'école, Colette et Willy

Candide ou l'Optimisme, Voltaire

Le mur, Jean-Paul Sartre

la fin de chéri was both the shortest book and the hardest to read! there was a lot of vocab i wasn't familiar with, and the syntax was a real challenge. colette LOVES her a comma. like, she uses commas to do so many different things i can never really tell what any given comma is supposed to be doing. she might as well just not use punctuation at all. also, i only discovered this like five months after the fact, but it's apparently a sequel?? i was super confused by a bunch of stuff that seemed pretty unexplained and it turns out there was a reason for that lol (the reason being the explanations were in a totally different book). i also just, like, didn't really like the story 😩 rip me!

cmc and les mis were both books i had read previously in english but never in french. exercices du style and probably about half of le mur i had read for college french (if you look closely you can see the spines of those two are a more faded color because i've had them for 15 years lol). the rest were brand new to me. changer l'eau des fleurs was the only book published in the current century. so much great vocab in that one...i really gotta read more stuff from the last few years. also it made me cry big time.

i think i'm gonna keep up this daily habit, but i'd like to expand to poetry and possibly? even non-fiction?? at some point?? francophones feel free to rec me stuff! i'm trying to work my way through some of the really classic french canon, so next up i'm thinking maybe le fantôme de l'opéra, cyrano de bergerac, and at least the first volume of à la recherche du temps perdu? i also want to read more recent stuff, so i've been looking at winners of readers' choice prizes and whatnot, but suggestions from actual individuals would be grand. i think some scifi could be cool maybe, but i don't know anything about french-language scifi and have no idea where to start...

non-french francophone authors would also be really great if you have any suggestions!

[midoribai]

WHY IS LEN TALLER THEN ME AGH

-Bark ooc

LMAO ,, im only 5'0. n i used to be like 4'7 or something last year

[almadelsur]

Glances. jj maybank. 18+ mdni

The flash of blonde hair outside the car window prompts the flashbacks to bulldoze into your mind, wrecking any and all thoughts you may have had and replacing them with the memory of him.

“jj” it comes out in short erratic gasps. The budding sensation of your orgasm building. Steadily growing inside of you until the only thing you can feel is your body vibrating in tandem to the jackrabbiting pace of his cock drilling you into the mattress.

You would have been embarrassed of the way your sopping pussy drools and squelches around him if you could hear anything besides the blood thumping in your ears. Your own heart pounding for the boy on top of you as he took you to heights you didn’t know you could reach. You vaguely hear him over your whines.

“Jesus fucking christ” he’s just as far gone as you are. “I-“ he groans cutting himself off and tries again “Fuck I-“. It’s not often jj maybank is left at a loss for words, but with the way your walls choke his cock, it’s hard for him to run that beautiful mouth of his.

“I’m gonna- oh fuck” you cry as your release washes over your body. Your eyes screw shut as you writhe and pulse around him. Almost as if rehearsed, he collapses on top of you, grunting into your neck and decorating the insides of your cunt with ropes of thick cum.

The two of you stay like that for a beat, and when you finally manage to peel your eyes open you find jj already staring at you. Still neither of you say anything, a moment shared between intense gazes and awe. Orgasmic intimacy.

“Wow” you breathe out, prompting a smile to light up his whole face.

A quiet “yeah..” is the only thing he can think to offer.

In a quick and gentle motion you grab his swollen lips “gimme these”.

He leans up and presses his lips against yours, it’s brief and tender - a sealed stamp solidifying the moment between you.

“Think I sent you into orbit for a minute there huh?” And with that he regains his wit. Your giggles shaking his body up and down from above you. “Alright cassanova, I think I left you pretty speechless too”

“Damn fuckin’ right you did. You’re incredible” your cheeks heat up at his comment as you bring your hand up to card through his hair, instantly reducing him to a placid puddle across your chest. “'m never gonna get enough of this” he sighs out. It's clear to both you that your intentions are those to say i love you. Neither of you needing to use the words to get the message across. You just knew.

“Baby” you snap your head sideways and instead of soft blonde locks, you’re met with a buzz cut and sharp hardened features. “Are you listening?”

“Yes, sorry yes” you’re evidently rattled but before rafe has a chance to comment, he slams down on his breaks, nearly colliding with the pogue in front of him.

“What the fuck?!” Rafe yells but as JJ crosses in front of the truck your eyes lock in a brief meeting of glances that seem to hold the weight of the world. The weight of a broken relationship and a plethora of emotional tradgedies that led you to this exact moment. Yet as quickly as it comes it dissipates once more with rafe swerving around him with a muttered “stupid fuckin pogue”

And with that he's left in the dust along with the memory of a love once shared.

A/N idk what this is honestly. I kinda hate it but I really wanna find my feet with writing again sooooo enjoy some crappy smut angst whilst i get used to this again.