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Okay kids buckle up for the INSANE story I just heard from my little brother

**As a disclaimer my brother is a cis straight dude who only dates the most basic white girls you can find. He's very emotionally aware but doesn't linger on his emotions, just processes them and moves on (this is wild to me)**

He calls me on my break just to say hi, that he’s driving back to Denver from visiting his girlfriend, to which I respond “didn’t you break up with your girlfriend (of like a month) last month” and to which he says “yeah I have a new girlfriend, we’ve been together four weeks but I went up to spend the weekend and meet her friends” and I’m like ok great this is already ridiculous

So we’re chatting and I’m teasing him about how he doesn’t sleep with people on first dates and he says that he’s changed his policy, it’s just that he won’t have sex with them if he’d rather be doing something else, so I joke that I’ve had that where I’d rather be watching the show Chernobyl (true) and he says “yeah or watching a movie with my housemate” and I say hey bud that’s kind of gay and he says yeah I actually had a weird gay moment last night

And I go oh???? And he goes yeah, I was at the bar with the girlfriend and some of her friends and one of them was a guy and we were hitting it off, doing a little flirting as you do with your bros at the bar~

And then my cis straight brother goes on to explain that sometimes when you’re out with the homies and you’re having a good time and the vibes are right you just give em a little kiss, like just a kiss on the mouth between bros, “no tongue or anything like that but just to express that you’re close and having a good time”

I’m like “My dude that’s not a thing” and he’s like “between confident straight men it is” and I’m like “NO IT’S NOT"

So there we’ve got my brother having casual queerplatonic relationships with his homies at the bar, and he’s telling me this and I’m obviously speechless, so he goes on and he’s like “so because this guy and I were hitting it off I go in for a little kiss and he fucking swerves me” and I’m like yes my guy but because my brother is actually very good with respecting boundaries he was like “ok man great communication, won’t do it again"

BUT

Apparently my brother and the dude and my brother's GIRLFRIEND who has been there the WHOLE TIME go outside (I assume to have a cigarette but he didn’t tell me that part) and the guy turns to my brother and is like “man I should have kissed you when you offered it” and my brother is like “cool good shit man” like in the most bro way possible and then the guy grabs his face between his hands and just PLANTS a big one on his mouth

And THEN the guy panics and shoves him down on the ground!! And my brother has the normal reaction to being shoved on the ground unexpectedly which is to say “what the FUCK” and the girlfriend says “what the FUCK” and the guy goes “what the FUCK” and leaves

And my brother ended the story there and was musing on it like "this guy obviously has some complexes to work through about his sexuality, no confident straight man kisses another confident straight man and then panics and runs away”

Which took me out at the KNEES lol

And that, dear readers, is the batshit story my brother told me!

OH MY GOD AND

AND

I told my coworker this and they were like I’m actually shipping him and his roommate and I was like HUH because I hadn't considered that and then later my brother sent me a photo of his housemate wearing sexy handcuffs

nice

#WILD#this is so validating for fic writers everywhere#your blorbo Can In Fact Be that oblivious

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While I'm fully on board with "show, don't tell" as a baseline for writing well, I think once you've got that part down, you can branch out into "sure, tell, but also make the reader feel".

Like. Showing someone exhibiting all the traits of nervousness is great, but I do think that sometimes it's easier and more immediate to just say "he was nervous. He couldn't keep his hands still, and his eyes kept darting to the door".

It's telling, but it's also showing. It keeps the narrative from getting bogged down with too many details but still gets the point across clearly, and makes the whole scene easier to imagine while streamlining it. It's still good writing.

Just. I think telling has a definite place in writing, as long as it's balanced. It's just clearer that way, and isn't that the point of good writing?

mutual enrichment

The Incredibles and Tumblr

“I’m sorry I stabbed you,” she says. Her face is drawn and grayed, like somehow the color has bled out of it, and her short silvery hair is a wet, tangled mess stuck slick to her head. She looks like a half-drowned rat — but one of those fancy pet rats with the silver-white fur and clever eyes. She looks like shit. “I panicked. I hope you know I’d only ever want to stab you in a fair fight. Or if it was funny.”

the next chapter of firebrand is up! firebrand is the sequel to spitfire, my queer polyamorous romance novel. i’m currently posting firebrand serially as a webnovel on AO3 but you can buy copies of spitfire on amazon!

i am so so so so sorry to give you false hope about a new firebrand chapter but to make it up for you, here is an excerpt from the new lysithea POV chapter i am writing for spitfire (and warning this is a completely unedited first pass, not even proof read):

After a quick bath and a change of clothes, we reconvene for another meal with the matron and her family. It’s much the same as the night before: an uncomfortable meal making awkward small talk with a family that neither wishes to host us or to cause offense while Zaza butters up the matron with another gift, this time a pair of earrings made of suspended sea bubbles. The iridescence reflects tiny rainbows upon the matron’s jaw and neck as she eagerly tries them on.

For dessert we are served a tart piled high with fresh fruits. The pastry itself is decent at best, but the fruits are nothing short of divine: blackberries that burst in the mouth, sweet and plump strawberries, thin slices of peach that are so tender and juicy they fall apart on the tongue. I’m so enraptured by the taste that I almost don’t notice the pretty girl across the table watching me as she sucks nectar off her thumb. One she looks away, I covertly fold a peach slice and one blackberry into my napkin and stow it in my pocket.

I didn’t mean to look for the De Lisle girl afterwards, but when I go exploring after offering the night’s aliment to the waters and I stumble upon her reading in the library, I’m not disappointed. The room is dim, lit only by the starlight from the single window and the soft orange glow of the girl’s lantern. It’s more than enough for my eyes.

“Sorry, am I disturbing you?” I ask, hand still on the doorknob. “I can leave if you’d like.”

She smiles demurely and shakes her head. “Not at all. Imagine what Grandmother would say if I turned away such an honored guest.”

I snort. “I don’t think she’d lose any sleep over it.”

Still, when she gestures for me to join her, I don’t hesitate, taking a seat on the arm of the chair beside hers. She looks freshly bathed, her skin glistening, a few errant hairs escaping the braid that drapes over her shoulder, the shortest of them clinging damply to the back of her bared neck. Her nightgown is pale against her skin and despite its modest neckline, neither it nor the shawl draped around her shoulders do much to disguise the generous swell of her tits. In fact, the construction of the garment, with its well-fitted yoke ending an inch or two beneath her collarbones where then the rest of the dress is gathered, seems only to heighten the effect.

“Renée,” she says, breaking my reverie.

“Hmm?”

When our eyes meet, she smiles again. My face heats. I hadn’t realized I’d been staring.

“That’s my name. Renée.”

I smile. ”A name so lovely it nearly does you justice. It’s a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance, Lady Renée.”

before the Big Bang, there was no up there was no down there was no side to side.

There was no up there was no down there was no side to side, there was no light, there was no dark, no shape of any kind. There were no stars or planet Mars or protons to collide, there was no up there was no down there was no side to side. And furthermore, to underscore this total lacking state, there was no here there was no there because there was no space. And in this endless void, which can’t be thought of as a place, there was no time and so no passing minutes, hours days. Of all the paradoxes that belabor common sense, I think this one’s the greatest this time before events, because how did we get from nothing to infinitely dense from immeasurably small to inconceivably immense. But before we get unmoored from the question at the start, let’s take a breath and marvel at when math becomes an art because we don’t have to understand it to know there was a time when there was no up there was no down. There was no side to side

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Reina del Cid

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finals

im actually speechless

I actually did this for math finals

For my English essay we were allowed a sheet of notes so I literally spent a week developing THE perfect essay and then summarising each paragraph into one line of shorthand in tiny writing 100%, A*

in US Government last year our teacher said we could have one notecard to use as a cheat sheet and gave us a whole packet (meaning like 10 pages) of things that would be on our test. he said, and i quote, “there is no way to fit everything youre going to need on there so you better study”  i fit every last piece of info on that card and didnt study at all i got an a

moral of the story: dont tell me what i can and cannot do

before my midterm in Modern Physics, my teacher told us a story about how one kid kept switching glasses during an exam. he walked over and the kid had red glasses and blue glasses and kept switching between them because he wrote his notecard in red and blue ink. he made a 3d note card.

y’all do realize, that with the intense effort it takes to plan and create these sheets, that you’re studying, right? you’re totally studying. love, a TA.

The best way to study even if you can’t bring a cheat sheet is to make a cheat sheet and write everything you would write on one if you could have one. It’s an awesome method!

‘but what you’re doing here is studying. its still studying, that exact thing you didnt want to do before…?’

‘yeah but see this is powered by hubris and spite, so like… it’s better’

‘yeah but see this is

powered by hubris and spite,

so like… it’s better’

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Does Marge have friends? by  Raphael Bob-Waksberg — i’ve read this a couple years ago and it has always stayed with me…wanted to draw to it

There are three major types of spiritual practice: first, reaching the spirit by rewarding the body, through ritual feasting, drug-taking and sex; second, reaching the spirit by denying the body, through fasting, cleansing and purification; and third, by abandoning the physical entirely and attempting to reach the numinous entirely via the life of the mind.   In this essay, entitled “Bed, Bath and Beyond”, I will

Had a dream that there was a new Pokemon that was ghost type and it was like. Half a greyhound. It was a spectral dog that was known as one of the fastest Pokemon. And yet it only had it front legs. There were wispy floating stubs on its back half which sort of implied there COULD be legs, but they never reached even close to the ground. It stood on its front legs as if the back legs were still there.

I don’t know what this Pokemon’s name was but its appeared in many of my dreams so either they made it real and I forgot or I’m being haunted by a Fakemon.

I have been informed it is not a real Pokemon so I’ll share another detail I recall seeing about it more than once.

One of its main features about it is that it could run stupidly fast, like, a solid 100 MPH (at least thats my best guess from a dream) but more impressively or eerily is that it could go from 100 to 0 almost immediately, stopping in a stance where it stood up straight and at attention

I think I love this weird dream dog

I assume this is for artists so sure thing

I imagine that this dog is very tall and sleek (like a good five feet tall), with a sickly pale (with just a hint of light blue hue). Its eyes are a pure empty (yet still piercing somehow) white. Along its front half across the back and its legs are pale green sets of stripes, almost like racing stripes.

As for how the ghostly “back legs” worked, they looked sort of like this

with his physical form slowly transitioning into an pale blue ectoplasm, and there were amorphous hints of what could have possibly once been legs. Despite completely missing his back half, the posture seen here is still its regular posture, standing straight up, as if a soldier at attention.

Hope this helps!

Hehe i really like this concept

@legalarson

SO TRUE BOOZOI

Does anybody here like pretty, customized old-school game consoles??

I did this last year & I'm still kinda proud of it.

DAILY - Nines Number 64 Sampling_composition_92_colour_02 Clemens Niewoehner Sampling compositions are colouring collages of recurring geometric elements

My 15yo would like his cat to be internet famous. So. Y'all know what to do, yeah?!

Feel free to repost. He's hoping to see it in unexpected places!