shouto accidentally gets drunk while out with you and some other friends and he's sitting there in the heat of the bar, watching you smile bright and laugh wholeheartedly with your hair a little messy and your eyeliner smudged a bit—and he gets suddenly and completely overwhelmed with the desire to kiss you.
which is exactly what he does when you manage to get him home. it's kind of awkward because he doesn't kiss many people and he's also drunk and gangly and looming over you, but you let him crowd you against his front door until the both of you nearly run out of breath.
and you push him away gently with a quiet laugh, telling him, "okay, slow your roll, loverboy. how about we do this when you're sober, huh?" because you're not sure if he means it and you don't want to get your hopes up for something he won't even remember tomorrow.
but he absolutely does remember it, and now he can't look at you without feeling that unfamiliar white-hot strike of desire lighting up his body.
day ??? of trying to write that price x throat training but getting derailed by how soft he becomes :((
all crooning and outpouring petnames because more than anything, the fact that you're letting him use you is the biggest turn-on. it has him swelling under his sweats, chub filling up at every of your shy looks. it has him pinching your chin, thumb swiping over your mouth like he can't fathom how those pretty lips would be soon wrapped around his flesh.
christ.
"open up f'me, darlin'?" he asks, breaths turning ragged when you drop your jaw open, following his every quiet beckoning. he presses his thumb on the flat of your tongue, unable to hold himself back now that you've presented him the wetness that'd take all of him down.
and you would, wouldn't you? you'd swallow all of him, greedily and impatiently?
Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me
How do you feel about people taking inspiration from your art/making things with a similar vibe or elements of your work?
its complicated ig!
as a kid id copy a lot of artists id admire to learn how to draw since i didnt have any real 'traditional' art schooling, and i think thats sort of just the natural cycle of being an artist. its normal to follow in the footsteps of people you like/whos styles you admire.
i get sort of uncomfortable when people treat individual artist's styles like a sort of commodity that is solely owned/created by that person, or that can be taken/stolen from someone. in the end of the day if youre capable of drawing it with your own two hands, its still your art. no art exists in a vacuum, and we're all just building off the works we grew up looking up to.
at the same time, ive had people trace my work and not mention it was traced at all, ive had people pretty much piece for piece copy art ive done, worst over ive had people sell commissions that were traces of my artwork...... so, in truth i dont mind 'inspiration' or people taking ideas from things ive made, but everyone defines 'inspiration' so differently i always feel troubled answering this question.
i guess my answer is really, i cant stop you? and i want everyone to have fun drawing! i dont even think tracing is bad if its for practice, genuinely. if taking inspiration means you get broken out of a rut and can enjoy drawing again, then ill be happy to see it. it might feel a bit weird seeing a bunch of people around who draw exactly like me, but at the same time its not really hurting anyone either.
i guess itd just be like going to the grocery store in an outfit one week, and the next week everyones wearing the same outfit. i would not die but i would probably think 'oh! alright' and then go about my day
Skip has always found a way to work through his problems and turn them around with relative ease, but the sudden death of his wife, Brandi, has brought his mostly carefreeness towards his children to a stand-still. With two freshly traumatized children and a newborn under his belt, can Skip juggle turning his shitty ass life around for his family, or will he crumble under the weight of his past mistakes?
Darleen hasn’t been the same since her husband, Darren, died, though she’d be quick to argue with you if you said anything of the sort. She’s FINE! She misses her husband, undoubtedly, but she’s not going to let that very, very, very tiny thing wreck her whole life, and she’s not going to let people give her grief about ANYTHING. Sure, she got fired from her job a few months back and hasn’t made any strides to find a new one, and she’s losing touch with her son as she goes and squanders all her responsibilities by partying and drinking on par with younger years, aaaaaaaaaaaaand the almost obsessive idealistic crush she’s developed on her neighbor is clouding the second half of her judgment, but she’s bounced back from worse and knows everything’s going to come up Darleen :) …………. hopefully