#i am so proud of myself

[papier-ciseaux]

IT IS ACE WEEK!

So let's talk about asexuality! This is an introduction trying to cover as much as possible in a little format, so its mostly surface level stuff. You're gonna have to dig on your own :P

For more information, I recommend checking out aceweek.org or acesandaros.org ! You can also read up on ace history through the Asexual Manifesto by Lisa Orlando !

Edit: Here are some links for more information:

Aceweek

AcesAndAros

An article about the Asexual Manifesto that links you to a transcript

An article about Asexuality's history

[meridiantears]

Perspective my detested

[hawxrthia]

Out by 16, Dead on the Scene

SIDE ORDER IS IN 9 DAYS IM SO EXCITED

[ibadbitch]

2 degrees hotter 💅🏼🎓

[shey-pancake]

so a loooong time ago (two years ago) I did some pixel arts icon of the very first versions of Aurora and Spring, and I said "Hmm...what if I remade them but with their current versions?"

So here they are :) ‼️💜 enjoy !!

Also individual versions of each one:

[funtimelj6789]

I finally have an Anakin drawing that I feel ACTUALLY looks like him. I'm so proud of how the facial expression and coloring in the first image turned out. I was worried when I was doing the color matching, but it turned out so good. And well, the sketchy style never misses.

[faafi]

[f1writingbyme]

The Nights Are Long (But It's Easier Together)

IT'S FINALLY HERE!

My God, this took me forever

My first ever longer work of fiction. It took me months to finish it, but I'm so extremely PROUD of what I created and I hope you will enjoy it!

I want to give a very special shoutout to Mona (@lestappenforever) who has been my ROCK and an absolute ANGEL whilst I was writing. Mona, thank you for listening to my rambling, reading every single thing I sent to you, for your thoughts and input and not to forget, the betaing! I love you so, so, so much, words can't describe how much I appreciate you! ❤️

You can read it here.

Summary: The fire in his apartment is only the beginning of a long list of misfortunes that await Max. Fortunately, he has Charles by his side to help him through it. That is until Charles is the one that gets targeted.

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CATS DO NOT EXIST IN THIS FIC. I REPEAT: THE CATS DO NOT EXIST! Please don't hate me.

Enjoy the first bit here.

The party is in full swing. Leave it to Lando to plan a well attended party during summer break where normally everybody would disappear to another country to not see any of the other drivers, having seen plenty enough of them during the race season. Charles knows, because normally he would have fucked off to some country where he could lie on the beach and drink cocktails for most of the day, spending time with his brothers and mother, and maybe some other family too, before having to turn back to full concentration again. 

But for some reason, most of the drivers were here and Charles realizes he is actually truly enjoying himself. He’s on the couch next to Pierre, listening to some kind of story George is slurring at them, having had just two too many drinks by now. Charles knows he should have stopped him when he gets up to get another refill, leaving both Pierre and him on a cliffhanger, but he isn’t particularly bothered with George’s alcohol intake. He’s a grown man who knows what he’s doing - or at least most of the time. He can deal with his own hangover tomorrow. That is not Charles’ job. 

He takes the break from George’s rambling as an opportunity to glance across the room. Every driver he gets along with on the grid is present, along with some friends of Lando he already knows, but the majority of the crowd is unknown to him. The only thing he knows is that some of the female friends present are more interested in all the drivers surrounding them than in their actual friends. If you could even call them friends. 

Charles’ attention is drawn to the corner on his right. Max, Daniel, Martin Garrix — Martijn, Charles corrects himself mentally — are stood in a some resemblance of a triangle so that they can all face each other, listening to Martijn telling a story. Charles sees that Daniel is fully invested, eyes wide, a large smile on his face as he nods along. Max, on the other hand, is also listening, but every few minutes or so, he’s distracted by his phone, frowning at the screen, before rejecting the call. He then presses some things on his screen and to Charles it seems like he’s blocking the number. Unfortunately, he has had to do that himself one too many times. 

Max’s attention is back to Martijn, taking a big sip of his gin and tonic. A bit of the drink runs down his chin. and Max uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. Charles’ eyes are glued to it, the movement of the big hand wiping away the little drop of the alcoholic drink before it makes its way down his neck. His strong, muscled neck. Charles wishes the drop had made its way down, just so he could–

“Tu regardes,” Pierre’s voice breathes in his ear. (“You’re staring.”)

It startles Charles, spilling half of his own drink over his hand and on his trousers. He feels the blush creep up his face, painting his cheeks a dark shade of red. He rips his eyes away from Max and his group, because they have all turned to face the two men on the couch after hearing Charles’ rather loud gasping and spluttering. The spluttering ends in a coughing fit, and tears gather in Charles’ eyes as he desperately gasps for air.

“He’s fine,” he hears Pierre say as he pats his back. 

Through his watery eyes he sees that Pierre is talking to Max, who looks at Charles in concern, but smiles after Pierre’s words and turns back to Martijn, who restarts his story again, not paying attention to a slowly suffocating Charles Leclerc. 

“Calamar, tu dois vraiment te contenir,” Pierre says once Charles has caught up with his breathing. (“Calamar, you really need to contain yourself.”)

“Je n'ai rien fait,” Charles wheezes. (“I didn’t do anything.”)

“Oui, continuez à vous le dire,” Pierre snorts and then, when Charles frowns at him, he adds, “Vous étiez pratiquement en train de baver en le regardant.” (“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You were practically drooling whilst staring at him.”)

“Je n'étais pas.” (“I was not.”)

“Tu l'étais.” (“You so were.”)

“Tais-toi,” Charles mumbles, finishing whatever is left of his drink. (“Shut up.”)

Pierre sighs deeply. He turns to face his friend, bringing his head closer to Charles’ to have a little bit more privacy in a crowded room full of strangers. "Tu n'as pas à prendre de décision maintenant, mais s'il te plaît, Charles, soit tu lui parles, soit tu l'oublies. Arrête de te faire du mal à cause de lui. S'il te plaît." (“You don’t have to make a decision right now, but please, Charles, either talk to him or forget about him. Stop beating yourself up about him. Please.”)

Charles wants to reply to that, he really wants to, but he simply can’t. It’s not as easy as Pierre makes it sound. He can’t just forget about Max, but he also can’t just go and talk to him about the stupid little crush he has on the Dutchman, either. Or, as Pierre likes to say, ‘just tell him you are head-over-heels in love with him’. Charles neither confirms nor denies that he used a bit too much force behind his punch on his best friend’s arm after he said that.  

Just as Charles is ready to vocalize the answer he has formed in his head, he’s interrupted by Max’s ringtone yet again that evening. How many calls has he already received, Charles thinks, and he realizes this must have been the sixth time within the last hour he has heard the phone ringing. He expects Max to yet again decline the call and block whoever is calling him, but he sees him frown at his screen before excusing himself to Daniel and Martijn. Charles watches him as he makes his way to the somewhat quieter kitchen area, answering the call. He sees that Max is trying to speak to the person on the other side, but every time he tries to get a word out, he stops again, probably being interrupted by the person on the other end of the phone, gesturing wildly with the hand that isn’t holding the phone, pacing back and forth in the kitchen area.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Charles excuses himself to Pierre under the pretense of getting a refill as he makes his way over to the kitchen where Max is. He knows that Pierre thinks he is finally going to declare his undying love for the Dutchman, judging by the smirk on his face. Charles rolls his eyes. Of course he’ not going to tell Max how he feels. If he ever decides to tell him how he feels, he will definitely pick a much quieter location to do said thing, away from the prying eyes of female strangers and crowded rooms. 

Charles sets his glass down on the counter and opens the fridge, listening in on Max’s heated conversation. That’s what he expects it to be; heated. He expects to hear him angry, but what he definitely doesn’t expect is to hear Max trying to speak French – a very heavily accented French. 

“Je ne, uh, parle — shit — pas français…”

Charles raises an eyebrow, head still buried in the fridge, obviously taking way too long to make it believable that he’s only there to get a refill. 

“Mrs. Corvetto, I don’t speak French… Je ne parle pas français!”

Charles can’t take it any longer. Max starts to get frustrated, he can hear it in the tone of his voice. He closes the fridge and turns to the Dutchman. He raises his hand to wave at Max, grabbing his attention. Pointing to the phone, he asks, “Need any help?”

Max lets out a sigh, lowering the phone from his ear to hand it over to Charles. “Thank fuck. It’s my neighbor. Normally she speaks English, but she’s freaking out and I don’t know why. She never calls me, only when there’s an emergency.”

“Mrs. Corvetto, you said?” Charles asks as he takes the phone, already hearing the frantic voice of Max’s neighbor coming through the device and he hasn’t even put it anywhere close to his ear. When Max nods, he brings the phone up, making sure not to bring it too close to his ear, before he kind of shouts, “Madame Corvetto?”

He doesn’t get a direct reply from the woman, but what he does hear makes his blood run cold. He freezes on the spot, arm with the phone lifted in the air, hovering somewhere near his head. Charles just stares at Max as Mrs. Corvetto continues to shout over the phone in rapid French. 

“Oh, God, what is it?” Max groans. “It’s Mr. Corvetto, right? I knew it. I’m telling you, never move into an apartment next to elderly people. It’s just– Why does she call me? What the hell can I do? Doesn’t she need to call an ambulance or something? Or, I don’t know, her family, or–”

“Max.” Charles interrupts Max’s ranting. He ends the phone call, cutting off Mrs. Corvetto’s panicked yelling with a simple press of his thumb. He stares at the blue-eyed man in front of him. “Your apartment is on fire.”

[littlequackerman]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader- Sick Day (fluff)

So this was originally posted on my old account, greenteaandchildrenscreams, but i deleted that account and i wanted to rewrite this now that ive improved my dialogue a bit so here you go. enjoy <3

(warning: swearing)

You groaned as you got out of bed, your headache pounding with every step you took towards your kitchen. You got out your thermometer, stuck the metal tip under your tongue and waited for its results.

"101.4... damn, that sucks... where's the ibuprofen" you thought. You went into your bathroom and took the painkillers with some benadryl (or whatever meds you take when youre sick) and headed back into your room before covering yourself with as many blankets as you could find and falling asleep.

You were awoken hours later by your phone beeping off the hook. You shielded your eyes from its bright light as you checked your messages (the painkillers had helped your headache but fevers are bitches) and saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from your favorite mafia boss.

short king 💓

hey where are you you havent been in class for 2 days teach is worried

You

Sry i have a fever i feel like shit

i took some meds earlier and took a nap but i still feel crappy

short king 💓

ill be there soon

You

you dont have to i dont want you to get sick read 4:45 pm

You sighed at his lack of response but quickly fell back asleep.

You were woken up again a short time later by Fuyuhiko banging on your bedroom door. You pushed off the blankets that were still on you (you had kicked most of them off in your sleep) and opened the door. The short blonde was holding a large bowl and a tote bag.

"Fuyu how the hell did you get into my house?"

"Peko."

You let out a small laugh, of course she'd be able to get into your apartment. She did work for a yakuza leader, after all.

"I brought some soup and medicine." Fuyuhiko set the bowl, apparently containing soup, down on your nightstand. "I wasn't sure what you're sick with so I brought a bunch."

You smiled. Although he had a brash and intimidating facade you could definitely see his caring side sometimes. This was one of those times.

"Have ya eaten yet?"

"No."

"Dumbass, how the fuck are you gonna get better if you don't eat shit?"

He led you over to your bed. As you sat back down on it he handed you the bowl of soup and a spoon.

"Chicken Noodle. Peko made it."

The soup was delicious, as you had suspected when you heard Peko had made it. You quickly finished off the whole bowl and handed it back to Fuyu.

"Make sure to thank Peko for me. That was delicious." you said as you rearranged the pillows on your bed and laid back down.

"Will-do."

Fuyu got out some painkillers and allergy medicine from his bag. You took a dose of both before once again rolling over in preperation for a nap. You saw Fuyuhiko head towards the door and called out to him.

"Fuyu, wait."

He turned. "What, ya need anything else?"

"Yeah. Can you cuddle with me till I fall asleep?"

He turned bright red, but still walked back towards your bed, kicking off his shoes and getting under the covers with you. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his neck.

"Thank you for everything today. I appreciate it." you breathed into the curve of his neck.

"It's nothin, dumbass."

"I still appreciate it..." you trailed off, but not before murmuring "Love you."

Fuyuhiko was startled by your words but still let out a soft "Love you too." before falling asleep himself.

You two would have plenty of time to figure out your feelings when you woke up.

[lifesizecorpsekit]

my father who has been watching house md almost since the release and never saw anything gay about it is now complaining to me how because of me he can ONLY think about gay stuff when he sees house and wilson interacting. we watched like- half an episode together

[chris-mc-dirty]

Another Early Valentines! Ft. the Valentines Teddy Bear from my last post. :D

Literally, I am so happy that people are finally seeing this account!!! Hello, campers, wanderers, and lurkers alike!!

[mrcformoso]

Parallels and Details (part 1) in Paper Flowers for the God of Gods

OMG so the response to this fic has been PHENOMENAL, but I also wanted to show off talk about a lot of the little intricacies I put into this fic because I think this rivals A Matter of Time with how big-brained I had to be hahaha

Spoilers ahead for those who haven't made it to Chapter 3. If you wanna read this Hualian fic, you can find it here!

The more obvious parallels I put in are the parallels of their interactions with one another to HC’s flashbacks in Chapter 3:

Chapter 1 (End of chapter)

Xie Lian watched the man through the river as he turned his head towards Xie Lian, meeting his eyes through the river reflection. There seemed to be no judgement in his eyes, no aggression.

“You can call me San Lang.”

Chapter 3 (HC flashback)

 Another laugh, and the flowers seemed to sway and brighten, as if bolstered by his joy. “You can call me Gege.” He winked.

Chapter 1 (before SL meets XL)

“Where did you come from…?” Xie Lian asked, bringing his face close to the butterfly. It fluttered its wings in greeting, walking around the Butterfly Weed, but it seemed to be paying more attention to Xie Lian than the flower it was perched on. “I have never seen anything like you before. You’re beautiful.”

[...]

“You think so?”

Chapter 3 (HC flashback)

“Where did you come from…?” He asked himself as he reached out to touch one of the dainty petals, snatching his hand back when they realized they were real. “I have never seen anything like you before. You’re beautiful.”

A red parasol shadowed him from the sun.

“You think so?”

Chapter 2 (When SL first meets XL)

“There you are,” San Lang smiled. The butterfly on his shoulder fluttered to Xie Lian’s forehead. “Just as I thought, you’re much more beautiful close up.”

Chapter 3 (HC’s flashback)

But the man bent down, and gently took Hong-er’s hands away, holding them. He met Hong-er’s eyes without fear. In fact, his smile widened. “There you are.” His eyes were so soft. “Just as I thought, you’re much more beautiful close up.”

Chapter 2 (first meeting of SL and XL)

Xie Lian winced. “Please don’t tease me.”

“Who’s teasing?”

Chapter 3 (HC’s flashback)

Hong-er pouted. “Please don’t tease me.”

The man poked his cheek. “Who’s teasing?”

Chapter 2 (every end of the section)

“You should go…” Xie Lian sighed as the sun started to set.

Chapter 3 (HC’s flashback)

Hong-er winced. “I think you should go.”

And besides that, I included little nods to the canon:

Chapter 2 (in the scene with the cherry blossoms)

“...sorry.” Xie Lian looked down, tightening his grip on the bag. “I’ll be right back.”

“No need to hurry.” San Lang raised a hand, and turned to leave.

Oh.

Well, not like Xie Lian expected anything else. He started to bring in the bag of cherry blossoms to his cottage, and returned to the bridge to get the second batch. Just as he picked up the second bag, E-ming fluttered in front of him.

>>Imitates the part when XL puts talismans on the entrance of the temple, and SL leaves, so XL thought he scared SL away, only for SL to come back with wood to help repair the house

Chapter 2 (scene with the juggling)

“San Lang teases me all the time.” Xie Lian replied, before juggling the balls in place, his hands effortlessly catching and tossing balls. Perhaps, in another life, he would have been a good street performer.

>>we know that XL was a busker during the last 800 years in canon, I believe juggling was one of the skills he picked up as a street performer.

Only once he managed to get the one-up on Xie Lian, but it was only because he got Xie Lian flustered at the story of a Heavenly Official who tried to catch a ghost groom by pretending to be a bride, but was so ugly that the bait didn’t work, and “oh, if Gege was the bride I bet every ghost would fall to your feet and beg for your hand in marriage!”

Xie Lian got him back by saying “only if my groom is as handsome as San Lang.”

>>Little nod to the ‘marriage’ scene because I couldn’t put it in the fic

Chapter 2 (scene with Pei Ming)

“Shhh!” Xie Lian chastised, but there was no heat. It was just instinct.

San Lang stuck out his tongue playfully.

>>insipired by that scene in the donghua where SL tricks people into bowing to the tombstone in the cave.

Chapter 3 (HC flashback)

A red parasol shadowed him from the sun.

>>XL shadowing HC from the sun, like how in canon HC protects the flower from the blood rain

And of course, SL giving his ashes (and saying it’s nothing), and the dice.

And finally, the parallels of the characters.

He Xuan is both a parallel of HC and XL, with HC going up into heaven with his own undercover mission, but as opposed to HX, his is a mission to be with the one he loved versus HX who is trying to learn the weakness of the one he hates

HC and XL swap places in the time between HC’s flashback and XL’s present. In HC’s flashback, XL was the one full of color and beauty and light, but in the current time, it is now HC who is full of those things while XL has been dulled.

HC’s garden in paradise manor consists of the flowers XL gave him when they first met, saying they’re his siblings.

More are going to crop up in the future and I'm so excited for you all to read it <3

[upn-the-sky]

There is a price to pay for everything you gain

[dingdongdick]

[nkogneatho]

results arrived 😭

[patchyourbrokenwings]

you guys.. I did it again. I won from my anxiety, it is a new day and I am feeling so happy :')