#passion lecture

[snliska]

Coucou,

Si vous consultez mes stories, vous l’avez déjà vue, mais si vous préférez regarder les posts, vous découvrez enfin la couverture !

Créée de A à Z par mes petites mains parce que j’avais une idée très précise en tête !

Est-ce que vous aimez ? Ça fait des années que je vois passer ce type de couvertures américaines colorées et toutes mignonnes, mes prochains romans seront dans ce style aussi ☺

Je vous laisse lire le synopsis également. J’ai adoré me plonger dans cette histoire avec ces personnages ♥

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Hi,If you watch my stories, you already knew what the cover looked like, however if you’re the type of person who rather check posts, here’s the reveal!Totally self-made because I had a precise idea!

Do you like it? I’ve seen cute and colorful American covers for a while and I really wished to have that kind of cover. My next novels will be like this too ☺

I enjoyed so much writing this story and those characters ♥

[digitkame]

Happy Birthday, Severus Snape🖤

wherever you are, I hope you’re giving a killing lecture!

[fictionkinfessions]

"but my source is so niche-" send that kincall. i don't care. send it. "i'll get no replies" you will not know if you don't try. "i already tried before and it didn't work" okay?? send it again. i love all of you guys but of course you won't find anybody if you don't look for them. if you come from a niche source, i'm sorry, i really am, but if you're serious about wanting to find people i PROMISE you will find them, it'll take work and time , but you will. and there's no shame in resending calls, either. you don't know who's checking the canon calls hashtag everyday. you don't know who's scrolling through those blogs looking for posts tagged with that same source, seeing your years old post and getting discouraged because they think you're not looking for them anymore. send (or resend) that. effing. call. ok love you bye

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m gonna cry the way he’s just Made To Love You and he would believe in this so bad … that it’s something he was hand-crafted to do …….

[maigetheplatypus57]

ok ok so my professor came up to me before class a few weeks ago and i was a little worried when she brought up the short writing assignment I did the day before on Unpacking but after I confirmed that I wrote it she smiled and told me how a guest lecturer was going to take up that exact game as part of their lectures on LGBTQ+ videogames and I shit you not I was so excited.

SO flash forward to now and that guest prof just finished their intro lecture, mentioning how their next one will actually focus on the game. After the lecture I walk up to them in all my youtuber merch glory, introduce myself, mention the writing assignment (which apparently the guest prof already knew about bc my prof told them??? crazy) and the prof asks me what I think about the game, and I think they were kinda hinting about the ex-boyfriend's room and how they were going to discuss the story implications of it???

but apparently I was one step ahead of them and told the prof about how I was inspired from a "streamer I watched" (cough RTGame cough) and how I've found that level 100% more enjoyable when I stopped giving a shit and just messed with the boyfriend's shit, inconveniencing him however possible and guys. GUYS.

the way the professor's eyes LIT UP dude, they even giggled when I told them about folding the boyfriend's fancy suits and placing his coffee shit on the highest shelf, and they told me that they were going to open their game just to replay that level and try what I did and man. MAN.

this lecturer has no involvement with my actual grade, but I definitely feel like I just got an A+ in making that prof's DAY.

[kamaluhkhan]

i have so many ideas for cute (and smutty) valentine's fic w/ vi but im lecturing for the first time on thursday so like !!! i need to focus on that bc im nervous and excited ahhhh

[blackfem]

[snliska]

🇫🇷 Coucou,

Une liste des principaux tropes, mais il y en a quelques autres encore 😉

Quels sont vos préférés ?

📖 SYNOPSIS 📖

Louise, 1m53, jeune infirmière libérale, est plutôt du genre solitaire et anxieuse. En plus de subir les inconvénients liés à sa petite taille, elle n’a pas eu une vie facile, exerce un job pour lequel il faut s’accrocher et n’a essuyé que de déceptions amoureuses. Wesley, 2m13, est basketteur professionnel. Très doué dans son domaine, les recruteurs gardent un œil sur ce joueur montant. À l’inverse de Louise, il vient d’une famille heureuse et soudée. Sa sœur Tania est sa meilleure amie. Rêveur et romantique, quand il est amoureux, il ne fait pas les choses à moitié. Lorsque tous deux se rencontrent, ça fait des étincelles. Mais leur différence de taille sera-t-elle un frein à leur relation ?

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Bon week-end 🍁

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🇬🇧 Hi everyone,

Here are some of the tropes you can find in the story, but there are some more 😉

To translate some of them:

relation saine (healthy relationship) ;

jeunes adultes (young adults) ;

célibataire de naissance (single since birth, we have this trope in France when someone has never dated nor kissed in their lives) ;

différence de taille (height gap) ;

double point de vue (dual point of view).

What are your favorites?

📖 SYNOPSIS 📖

Louise, 1,53m (6'ft), a young district nurse, is more of the solitary and anxious type. In addition to the several disadvantages linked to her small size, she hasn't got an easy life, her job requires hard work, and she has only experienced love disappointments.

Wesley, 2,13m (6'10"ft), is a professional basketball player. Gifted in his field, recruiters are keeping an eye on this rising player. Unlike Louise, he comes from a happy and close-knit family. His sister Tania is his best friend. Dreamer and romantic, when Wesley is in love, he can fight for it.

When the two of them meet, sparks fly. But will their size difference be a hindrance to their relationship?

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Have a great weekend 🍁

[liliaceaae]

I have zero ideas of substance for this but I’m absolutely nerding out over the potential linguistics in the grand line

Just imagine how many different regional accents, pidgins, and creoles there are; especially in popular port islands like Loguetown and Sabaody. Each island (and the blues) must have different languages, if they’re so diverse environmentally/culturally

Do the celestial dragons have their own language that they speak to differentiate themselves from the common people? Or do they force everyone to learn it, and establish it as the standard?

Are all grand line languages derived from what was mutually spoken by the founding 20? Did the founding 20 need to develop a new pidgin to understand each other?

The job market demand for translators across the grand line must be high….

[vibesbyartemis]

I NEED to stop listening to steeplechase in public because they keep making the most batshit choices and I have to try to keep a straight face

[randommle]

How do I know if I experience maladaptive daydreaming?

[captainbovine]

as like. an instagram native i thought tumblr would be a lot better and i am trying to learn and cultivate a good experience but also the for you tab is so ass 😭 i’ve seen cool stuff but also the worse stuff and worse takes ever

this is more specifically abt someone saying that being anti ai and saying art has soul is the same as being rfk jr and another person saying not all art has soul and complaining abt leftists but. progressively if that makes sense. how the hell do you get there. you have leapt into the sun with your conclusions and missed the point entirely

off the top of my head i think of an avid liongoren quote, an animator and director, saying (along the lines (google translated)) “artists are not any different than workers” and yeah. they’re not. the quicker you start recognising artists, designers, and the like as people who also need to make rent and put food on the table the quicker you can gain some common sense about gen ai. you cannot claim to be a leftist or progressive without wanting to support artists? without wanting to support things that bring us together, in love or hate it doesn’t matter

art is fundamentally human; travis lee clark states in a lecture that the earliest indication of human civilisation and progress was not tools but rather art. it showed a desire to create something outside of practicality

[rhiannons-bird]

I really need a STEM dark academia I feel like there’s a lot of untapped potential

[m0thsys]

Confesiones de una Luna

La luz parpadeante del callejón creaba sombras danzantes sobre los edificios mientras llegaban al portal. El silencio entre ambas era denso, solo interrumpido por el eco lejano de risas ebrias y motores. La protagonista, que no había pronunciado palabra en toda la noche, sentía su corazón martillear contra su pecho cuando su acompañante se acercó con aquella sonrisa enigmática.

"¿Siempre eres tan callada?", susurró la chica, acorralándola suavemente contra la pared. El frío del ladrillo contrastaba con el calor que emanaba de su cuerpo. Sus ojos se encontraron en la penumbra - los de la protagonista, interrogantes y nerviosos; los de ella, seguros y dominantes.

Una mano se posó en su mejilla, el pulgar trazando suavemente la línea de su mandíbula. La protagonista tembló, dividida entre el deseo de huir y el anhelo de quedarse. Su respiración se volvió errática cuando sintió el aliento cálido de la otra rozando sus labios.

"Tu silencio dice más que mil palabras", murmuró la chica, inclinándose más cerca. "Y tu cuerpo..." dejó la frase en el aire, su sonrisa ensanchándose al notar el obvio efecto que tenía sobre la tímida mujer frente a ella.

La protagonista cerró los ojos cuando sintió los labios de la otra rozar su cuello, su mente dividida entre la vergüenza y el deseo ardiente que crecía en su interior. Sus manos temblaban, sin saber dónde colocarlas, hasta que la chica las guió firmemente contra la pared.

"No te muevas", ordenó en un susurro que no admitía réplica. La autoridad en su voz envió escalofríos por la espalda de la protagonista, quien asintió débilmente, incapaz de formar palabras.

Una rodilla se deslizó entre sus piernas, presionando suavemente. La protagonista ahogó un gemido, mordiendo su labio. La luz parpadeante seguía jugando con las sombras, ocultando y revelando alternativamente el rubor que teñía sus mejillas.

"Mírame", comandó la chica, sujetando su barbilla. La protagonista vio en ellos un hambre que reflejaba la suya propia. La excitación de ambas era evidente, sus cuerpos respondiendo al más mínimo contacto.

La protagonista contuvo el aliento cuando sintió la dureza de aquella joven, presionando contra su cadera. Sus propios pantalones se habían vuelto increíblemente incómodos, restrictivos, mientras su excitación crecía con cada toque.

"No te contengas", susurró la chica, sus dedos deslizándose por el elástico de su ropa interior. La protagonista tembló al sentir el roce directo sobre su miembro, que respondía ansiosamente a cada caricia.

-"Quiero ver cuánto te afecto."

Decía la joven de forma juguetona.

El aire frío de la noche apenas registraba en su piel ardiente. La protagonista se aferró a los hombros de la otra, consciente de que ambas compartían la misma anatomía, la misma necesidad urgente. Podía sentir la excitación de la otra presionando insistentemente contra ella, recordándole que este deseo era completamente mutuo.

"Por favor..." susurró la protagonista, sorprendiéndose a sí misma. Era la primera vez que suplicaba por algo en su vida, y el sonido de su propia voz, cargada de necesidad, la hizo sonrojarse aún más.

Las palabras se atoraban en la garganta, su mente nublada por el deseo. La otra chica seguía moviéndose con deliberada lentitud, su propia excitación evidente contra la cadera de la protagonista.

"Te quiero... a ti", logró articular finalmente la protagonista, su voz temblorosa pero cargada de deseo. La otra chica respondió con un gruñido de aprobación, sus caderas presionando con más insistencia.

"Buena chica", murmuró, liberando finalmente su propio miembro. El contacto directo entre ambas arrancó gemidos simultáneos que se perdieron en la noche. La chica escupió en su mano antes de tomarlos a ambas, el movimiento provocando que la protagonista se arqueara contra la pared.

La luz parpadeante seguía jugando con las sombras, ocultando y revelando sus expresiones de placer. La protagonista nunca se había sentido tan expuesta y, paradójicamente, tan segura. Cada roce, cada caricia compartida intensificaba las sensaciones.

"Quieta", susurró la chica, su agarre firme pero gentil en las muñecas de la protagonista. La luz parpadeante seguía jugando con las sombras, creando un juego hipnótico de luces sobre sus pieles.

Los movimientos de su mano mantenían un ritmo enloquecedor, llevando a ambas cada vez más cerca del límite sin permitirles caer. La fricción compartida, el calor de sus cuerpos, la respiración entrecortada de ambas... todo se mezclaba en una sinfonía de sensaciones.

"Eres perfecta así", murmuró la chica, su voz mezclando admiración y deseo contenido. Sus ojos no se apartaban del rostro de la protagonista, bebiendo cada expresión, cada pequeño gemido ahogado.

"Mírame", susurró la chica, su voz ronca por el deseo contenido. Sus movimientos se volvieron más intensos, más urgentes. "Quiero ver tu rostro cuando..."

La protagonista apenas podía mantener los ojos abiertos, abrumada por las sensaciones. Sus piernas temblaban, sostenida solo por el peso del cuerpo de la otra contra el suyo y la pared tras ella.

El placer se construyó como una ola, creciendo hasta ser insoportable. Un último movimiento las llevó a ambas al límite, sus gemidos ahogados perdiéndose en la noche. Sus cuerpos se tensaron al unísono, compartiendo un momento de éxtasis perfecto.

La luz parpadeante del callejón fue testigo de cómo sus respiraciones agitadas volvían gradualmente a la normalidad. La chica apoyó su frente contra la de la protagonista, compartiendo un momento de intimidad que iba más allá de lo físico.

"Hermosa", murmuró, depositando un suave beso en sus labios.

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

why must i create a powerpoint? is not enough to stand at the front of the room and talk with nothing behind me as god intended?

[theallianceofcelestials]

The Security Breach Show is basically one giant role play just via vr (which is rather cool).

They are, and I hope all the people participating in them are having fun.

All the Shows are a big silly fanfic basically! With surprising amount of very serious lore! (and a not so surprising amount of angst, lol)

And they post so often too! Like daily (not sure if all the shows do so, but the ones I know do), which is a lot if we think about it. Which of course may lead to plotlines not being satisfactory enough. But we always do have to remember, that these people are doing this for fun! And are spending so much of their personal time working on their roleplay chanels, that I don't know how they might manage. Let's not forget that they also have their own personal lives aswell.

Like, maybe this is also a job for some of them, but they still started the chanel to have fun! So we should all aim to express our opinions in a respectful manner. And enjoy the ride they take us on, hovewer bumpy that may be.

(Sorry I only reply to your ask now, I didn't know how to answer.)

((Also sorry that you are getting an essay. I may or may not have some issues))