it's probably kinda weird

i draw joseph and caesar casually a lot when i’m bored 

there is a severe lack of popular wlw ships on this website and while mlm ships are very popular wlw ships really aren’t? so many people (mainly straight girls) fetishize mlm relationships and say shit like “OMG XD IM SINNING MY HAWT YAOI GAYS” and mainly straight guys fetishize lesbians with “GIRL ON GIRL ACTION IS SO HOT LESBIAN PORN IS THE BEST” and it honestly fucking sucks as a wlw to see a huge lack of good wlw representation that’s even less than good mlm representation. plus it sucks even worse to see people say “oh i’m not homophobic i have gay ships :)” and see straight girls who love mlm content but when they see lesbians they think they’re gross and predatory. ill see straight guys say “oh lesbians are so hot” but when they see a gay guy they make a homophobic comment. i’m not gonna go into the fetishization of trans people because i’m cis but yall honestly really shitty when it comes mlm and wlw relationships

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DIRTY PAWS (Werewolf Boyfriend) - Gay Short Film

do you ever wonder how others in the fandom see you?? like,,, what am i to you??

dizziesims  asked:

Aw HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 18 is the best one right? c:

thank you all for taking the time to send me birthday wishes! ヾ(^∇^) today’s been pretty great for me so far, though i’m not sure how i feel about being considered legally an adult now xD 

@lilacprettysims @roamingpixels @charsimatic @alluringsimss

happy birthday julius!

wrote this fic for @ocsickficsideblog‘s oc julius because he’s a sweetheart and deserves a fic to celebrate him!  (even if it’s a fic about him being sick and having my asshole oc as a caretaker)  also, april is wonderful and i love her even though i’m a sucky friend, so this is for her, too!

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below

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okay, you’ve been warned!  enjoy the fic if you’re sure you’d like to continue reading!

When Kel walked into a bathroom filled with retching sounds, he immediately turned around and walked right out.  Not his problem.  He could find another bathroom.  Or he could just wait until later, when Mr. Sick had vacated the area.  Since he didn’t know of any other restrooms nearby and was feeling particularly lazy, Kel settled on the latter.

By the time class ended an hour later, Kel really couldn’t wait any longer, so he speed walked back to the restroom and immediately started emptying his bladder.  It wasn’t until after he started peeing that he heard it: another retch.  And then another, and another.  Whoever it was didn’t stop retching the whole time Kel was peeing.  It continued even as Kel washed and dried his hands.  He winced as he moved to leave the restroom; the sick guy must have been heaving for over an hour, and didn’t seem to be feeling any better for it.

Not my problem, not my problem, not my problem.  Kel just wanted to go home and sleep.  A kind person would help out and he knew that, but he also knew that he wasn’t a kind person.  He’d always had a strong conscience, but he didn’t care about guilt.  He didn’t.  Hadn’t for years.

So why was he unable to make his legs move him away from the bathroom?  Why was he still listening to the retching?  Why, in the past couple of weeks, had he started to care?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grumbled, turning around and going right back into the bathroom.  He knocked on the door of the only occupied stall.  “You alright in there?”

A choked, negatory noise was the only response.  Kel flinched.

“Can- Can I come in?  Can I help?”

“Mhm,” the sick guy mumbled.  Kel slowly pushed the door open.  Kneeling on the floor of the stall, his cheek resting on the toilet seat, was a black haired man.  Or a boy?  He was small, and looked young, but then Kel was often mistake as being much older than he was, so he tried not to judge.  Instead, Kel lowered his voice as the sick guy eyed him curiously.

“You’re not hungover, are you?”  Kel asked, but he could tell the difference between alcohol poisoning and natural sickness without any confirmation.  The stranger shook his head, and swallowed a gag.

“Stomach - urp! - bug,” he mumbled.  Kel nodded.

“Have you thrown up yet?”  A small shake of the head.  Kel sighed.  “I’ll stay with you until you do,” he said reluctantly.  “Then you should head home.”

“Thank you,” the sick man croaked.  “Are you in- hurrgh!”  He didn’t get to finish his sentence due to an overpowering retch, but Kel was able to anticipate where it was going.

“I’m in high school,” he explained.  “Name’s Kel.”

“Nice to - ulp! - meet you,” the stranger panted.  “I’m - huuurk! - Julius, in co- huurrup! - col - hicuurp!

Again, Julius was cut off by a heave.

“Your name is Julius and you’re in college, I got it.  Just breathe, you’ll be alright.”  Kel found himself stealing words his roommate had used with him.  “Have you had any water recently, Julius?”

“No,” was the weak response.

“Let me get you some.”  

“Wait don’t leave me-“  Julius cut himself off with hollow burp and a shudder, and Kel tentatively squeezed his shoulder.

“I’ll be back in just a minute, I promise.”

It only took Kel 57 seconds to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine nearby, but by the time he got back, Julius was retching again.

“Here,” Kel said, pressing the bottle to Julius’s lips.  “Drink this, I think it will help.”

Julius didn’t question him, and it occurred to Kel that the boy could stand to be a bit more suspicious about strangers.  He was about to say as much when Julius hiccuped quietly and a mouthful of clear liquid splashed into his lap.  Kel reconsidered his words before speaking.

“Fuck.”  He quickly helped Julius, who was now shaking uncontrollably, lean back over the toilet.  The older boy’s shoulder’s jolted, and suddenly he was throwing up a thick, brown substance.  Tears slid down his face.

“Woah.  No need to cry,” Kel cringed.  “You’ll be okay.”

Julius nodded, but couldn’t speak as more sick spilled from his lips.  He panted for a bit, trembling.

“Do you think you’re-“

Julius was shaking his head before Kel even finished asking if he was done throwing up.  A minute or two passed before Julius lurched forward again.  Nothing came up the first time, and the next silent heave produced only a bit of spit.

“I think-“  Kel started to suggest that Julius was empty, but again the sick boy shook his head.  He squeezed his eyes shut, only to have them fly open a moment later as a rush of liquids gushed from his mouth.  He coughed weakly, bringing up a bit more bile, and let out a whimper before leaning back against the stall wall.  Kel gingerly flushed the toilet for him.

“Sorry,” Julius sniffled as he tried and failed to tear off a wad of toilet paper from the roll.  His hands were shaking too bad, and it was painful to watch, so Kel did it for him.  He quickly handed the toilet paper to Julius; there was no way Kel was going to wipe his face for him.  The other boy seemed far too worried about other things to care about that, anyway.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve caught a bug from - *sniff* - my boyfriend.  I didn’t - *sniff* - didn’t mean to drag you into this!”

“It was my own decision to help,” Kel muttered, begrudgingly.  “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Julius said, trying to contain his tears.  “I don’t mean to…”

Kel sighed.  “I know.  It’s okay, really.”  He noticed that some of the color had returned to the other boy’s face.  “Feeling any better?”

Julius managed a shaky smile.  “Yeah.  Yeah, I am.  Thank you.”

Kel shrugged.  “Okay.  Are you going to be alright?  Is there someone you can call to pick you up?”

Julius pulled a phone out of his pocket, and stared at it with a bit of surprise on his face.  The shock quickly morphed into a soft smile.  He showed Kel the screen.  It was filled with an incredible number of texts from someone named Alistair.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Julius said softly, proudly.  Kel cringed internally, but maintained a straight face as Julius went on.  “Apparently he was worried and will be here in five minutes or so.”

“Oh, okay,” Kel nodded and stood to leave, lingering a bit when Julius cleared his throat.

“Uhm.  Thank you again.”

“It was no problem,” Kel said tightly, ready to leave.

Julius smiled knowingly.  “Well, thank you anyway.  You actually really remind me of Alistair, and it was a huge comfort to have you here.  You’re a very kind person.”

Kel grunted.  “Sure thing.  See you around.”

And with that he stalked off, a bit shaken.  The last thing he wanted was to be compared to some lovesick guy who worried about his boyfriend day in and day out.  Surely a single act of kindness didn’t mean he was becoming soft.  Right?

And yet Julius’s words continued to echo in his head: You’re a very kind person.

It wasn’t a compliment Kel had ever expected to receive, and he wasn’t sure, but he thought that maybe a part of him - a very small part - actually wanted to believe it.


Check out my birthday page for more about characters who i might write birthday fics for!

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Been feeling kinda down (lonesome, tired, anxious, etc.) lately so I decided to doodle myself last night with that banjilele I really want.

I don’t know how to play rn but I really want to.

I’ll color these tomorrow over a stream if anyone’s interested.



*Commissions open*

I dunno if this is a common RPer thing or if it’s just me, but does anyone else just get hung up on old RP partners sometimes? Like, not out of resentment or anything, just curiosity? Those people you might’ve written with for long enough to start to develop something interesting, only for them to disappear?  I didn’t really talk to a lot of my partners outside of strictly role-play related things, so even if I enjoyed someone’s company, once the role-play was dropped I rarely hear from them again. I often don’t know why they dropped it, and I wasn’t ever close enough with these people for a continued friendly relationship outside of writing. Sometimes I’ll wonder what ever happened to those people. Did they move on to new fandoms? Do they ever think about old threads? I know I’ll sometimes get headcanons and plans for things to happen in certain RP verses, but then they’ll never happen. I can never quite write them into fics either, because it just wouldn’t be right. It’s only partly my universe, so I know I could never capture the exact same feeling.  Does anyone else get that? 

Aesthetic ask meme thingy

Thanks for the ask @serendipityxxi :)


Marble - what’s the most important thing in your life right now?

Oooh good question! I’m actually gonna give a really unpopular answer here. I’m the most important thing in my life right now. There’s a lot of shit going on in addition to the usual amount of shit which I whinge about enough on here lol. And I can’t take care of the important things in my life if I don’t take care of myself - sort of like, you can’t pour from an empty cup. So yeah, at the moment I’m putting myself first so I can keep myself together to look after everyone else.

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Henry/Mekhai in ‘200’

ok you know what’s funny to me? the fact that everyone in my family says i look like my aunt and that i have her posture and dress like her and all that jazz (even though i only see her like,,, once or twice a year and we don’t even talk) (so it’s purely coincidental) but like,,, it’s not intentional that we have stuff in common.. i mean, she’s an open lesbian (and yeah sure i’m still in the closet abt being queer), we have similar haircuts, we do stupid shit and have poor hygiene, etc. my mom gets rlly upset that i have so much in common with her, to the point that she told me to take off my favourite hat (my paladin snapback) because the combination of snapback + tank top was too much for her. and like yeah ok it’s whatever, it’s just a hat and all. but it’s rlly funny to me bc my aunt and i both have nicknames that sound the same (her’s is lee, short for emily, and i’m li, short for libra) this is too much

Tagged by @sylphidine 

Holy fudge a fanfic tag meme. I haven’t written anywhere near 15 stories but I’ll make do with what I have I suppose.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories.  See if there are any patterns.  Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

1. Jamie and all of his friends were camping in Jamie’s backyard. (Story Time)

2. When Pitch Black woke up he was sore all over, in places that hadn’t felt that way in years. (Never Again)

3. “What do you want, Frost?” Pitch’s voice echoed around the empty cavern ominously. The man himself was nowhere to be seen. (Trick-or-Treat)

4. He was your Papa. You liked your Papa. You liked your Papa very much. (Adopted)

5. “Beldam,” A rich voice purred from beyond the door. (Failed Investments)

6. Toothiana gasped as she was dragged backwards into the shadows and crushed against a lean chest. (Enemies with Benefits)

Sylph, you tagged a bunch of the authors I would probably have tagged so I got nothing more to add here. 

kaliforniagirls  asked:

j*ke was an asshole that put a lot of pressure on jane even though he knew throuh roxy that she liked him, he also purposely kept the existence of brain ghost dirk secret from alpha dirk, AND he repeatedly and aggressively told lil hal that he didnt have feelings and was always going to be second class because he wasnt the Real Dirk TM

i think im gonna need some more compelling reasons than that to hate him