((i need a nap))

For nearly 2 goddamn weeks….

Morning:
“Today’s the day! I’m gonna make some progress on that pic!”

“……maybe I’ll hop on WoW for a bit to check on my toons…”

“Oh! I just remembered that funny youtube video! I wonder how other youtubers reacted to it…?”

Afternoon:
“Crap! I haven’t even had breakfast! I’ll watch some videos while I’m eating.”

“k… I think I’ll play WoW while I digest”

Evening:
“I’m hungry…. time for lunch!”

“I’m tired… I need a quick nap.”

Night:
“I'mma play some WoW then draw.”

“I'mma watch some youtube then draw.

"Oh shit! It’s 5am! I outta get a bit of drawing in before bed! ….maaayyybe a bit more WoW…. oh! Theres that one youtube vid!”

2 hours later:
“Man… time for bed… guess I’ll work on it tomorrow.”

Morning:
“Today’s the day! I’m gonna make some progress on that pic!”


My focus is awful…

  • Me: sees a bunch of gifs of not today, hears people say it's so lit and the chores is awesome...
  • Me: no, I can't watch it yet, I'm already emotionally crashing, soon, soon, I need a nap, I should get off tumbler, not today, oh for Yoongi's sake, haaaaaalppp...
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I was busy working on a school project all weekend and I had no time to draw–but now I am in class so I did this really quick, sorry for my absence!!

Even when he’s outside of his “body” Lance can still sense what goes on outside his cube, and Keith knows this too so he takes every opportunity to embarrass him lol

A Year in Fics

Three hundred and twenty-one thousand, one hundred and twenty-one.  Otherwise known as…321,121.  What is the significance of this number?  That is how many words I wrote in fic this year.  321,121.  Holy crap!

What a year this has been for me, personally and in the fandom.  I’ve met some amazing friends and learned a lot about myself.  Most of all, I’ve found my voice and have put it to good use, I think.  Writing has been an unbelievable stress reliever for me during some difficult times over the past few years, and this year was no exception.  I’ve had the opportunity to learn more about my art and to practice it and to get some amazing feedback through it. And so…I’ve decided to make a master post with the fics I’ve written this year–all of it Larry, all of it mine.  If you’ve read my work and supported it–thank you!  If you haven’t–check it out and let me know what you think!

Best wishes and happy reading–L

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Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k

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I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)

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Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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weird shit my professors have said and sometimes I wish I was joking.

I’m half way done with my second year at this small community college near my hometown and let me tell you, I love every single on of my professor’s.

“Have you ever been so tired that you want to vomit?”

“Screw it let’s just watch star trek.”

“I’m sorry if I seem a little frazzled, I slept underneath my desk last night.”

“Context is everything with history, so let’s talk about star wars." 

"I would have gotten to it more thoroughly, except I was captured by pirates in Belize. I was forced to be a love slave.”

“I usually think I know what’s going on, but I’m usually wrong.”

“Lets talk about the lesbians!”

“Race and gender are social constructs and i am tired.”

“Wal-Mart is the epitome of capitalism and I despise it.. I avoid it at all costs.”

“Before we go on to small group discussion I’d just like to say what the fuck happened in chapter 4 who saw that coming?”