I Am Begging - Blog Posts
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Young artists
I’m so, so sorry to tell you. The experts are right. The magic is in the editing. I know it’s not fun, AND you have to make the thing before you get to edit it.
When I edit photos I feel kind of “meh” about, I often fall in love with them through editing. When I edit photos I think are really good, I often become obsessed with them. I’m debating submitting some Pride photos to major magazines because I love them so much.
My writing has always been good. I’ve been told that my whole life. I never really felt like it was true, it was just something I did. Recently though, I’ve started to train my editing skill in writing. All of a sudden, I see the art in my work.
Make art. Make as much art that excites you as you can. The worst thing you can do is hold off on doing projects you’re impassioned about because you aren’t happy with your skill level yet. It will eat away at your love for the thing.
Do it badly. Remake it later. Sometimes the true beauty of the peace is the enthusiastic enjoyment apparent of the thing, not the 10,000 hours that went into skill. Skill without passion is no art at all.
New ideas will always come. It is much harder to reignite passion in a place you burned out in shame.
@infinityy, You know what to do.
You have the power to place really small, permanent curses on people. Things like never winning bingo or having them suddenly dislike a food they use to love. One day, someone nearly kills you cutting you off in traffic, and you curse them. Little do you know, you just ruined their life.
I love the magically gender affirming suddenly much lower voice I have when speaking Japanese, would it like to always sound like that without me trying to lower it 💀
Nicholas Brown & PDA
He doesn't mind PDA, he just won't be starting it.
He'll accept your kisses, but please don't try to kiss him on the lips. He knows he's weak for your kisses.
While hugging (at home preferably) he hides his face in your neck or chest and relaxes, feeling you breathe or the vibration of your heartbeat.
So, yeah. He likes to cuddle.
He'll definitely kiss your skin depending on where he is hiding his face.
He's the kind of man who would let you be the big spoon if you ask to but then somehow he becomes a bigger spoon.
He usually doesn't hold your hand, you'll have to take his and he's probably going to ask you why are you taking his hand… in sign language, so he is going to let go of your hand, once you tell him why he'll probably offer you his hand.
If you take his hand in public he can react in two ways depending the situation: if he is in a place where there are enemy's he'll make you held to his clothes, because he needs his hands to be free if the situations requires to fight
if on the other hand, he is in a safe space he is going to squeeze your hand a bit as a way to demonstrate love and let go.
About kisses… Nicolas feels a bit awkward about them. It's because he has the idea that since he can't speak he will be bad at kissing.
You'll have to teach him how to kiss, Worrick is confused as fuck when he sees you explaining to Nico in sign language that no, speaking has nothing to do with kissing.
Worrick smiles proudly when he bargains in Nico's room and finds you in bed together. You are over Nico, kissing him.
"Go away" Nico orders him out loud and Worrick laughed as he walked away.
He's actually an excellent kisser. From the sweet, to the passionate and lustful kisses.
He loves the feeling of your skin, so he'll like to trace figures with his fingers, feel all of you with every part of his body.
He likes to smell your hair, right before you shower, because it's when it smells less like shampoo and more like you.
He doesn't like hugs when you are out in the open, he feels trapped and open for anyone to attack him
He would prefer you to keep your touchy touchy loving hands away from him while on the street because he gets nervous that anyone would see and put you in danger.
He has zero modesty when the "public" is just Worrick or Alex, this man can kiss you, caress you and even fuck you in front of those two because they already know the nature of your relationship with him.
So stop him if the kisses star to get steamy.
We ended the year with a sweet dnd session and I traumatized my players once again with some heartbreaking lore and terrifying creatures. Here are two awesome character they met along the way !
why are there almost no fics about theo james or any of his characters omg I AM DYING for this man and I cannot find anything about him x reader?????? lord have mercy
Thinking about AA role-swap AUs and if prosecutor Phoenix Wright would also “choose death” and then I remembered that in Farewell My Turnabout, Phoenix tells Edgeworth it might be time for "Defense Attorney Phoenix Wright chooses death". In the bad ending where Matt Engarde is declared "not guilty", Phoenix literally wanders the streets. Before I played this case, I thought Maya dies in the bad ending which prompts this reaction, but no he doesn't even see Maya again.
The more I look at canon, the more I realize Phoenix is as much of an emotional mess as Miles is, likely even worse. Phoenix's identity has always been so tied to being a lawyer, to saving people. He condemns one innocent person (Adrian Andrews) and he completely falls apart. And honestly, the same would probably happen if he got Matt Engarde "guilty" and Maya dies. Of course prosecutor Phoenix Wright would leave like Miles did.
Is it Werepapas o'clock yet? How much longer? And, most importantly, how do I watch because I actually want to watch this one...
i want him to breed me while he whines, my ovaries are quivering
It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - Part 3
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“Dude, it was so epic. We spent all weekend at Mike’s. Eddie’s campaign was one for the ages. I wish we could do that every weekend.” Dustin trails behind Steve while he restocks the shelves with returns.
“I’m sure Ted Wheeler loved you being there all day.” Steve wasn’t completely listening but trying to capture enough to stay engaged.
When Dustin got on his D&D rants, Steve’s brain always wanted to go into shutdown mode, and it takes active effort to pay attention.
“Not just during the day, Steve. We all spent the night too. Even Eddie and Eddie never does that. Started Friday, and I only got home at 8 pm on Sunday. I’m telling you, EPIC!” Dustin bounces around and misses when Steve pauses, slamming their bodies together.
Steve hits his elbow on the nearby shelves and groans. “Damnit, dude.”
“Sorry, sorry, shit.” Dustin helps Steve into a standing position. “You ok?”
“Yeah, just watch where you’re going.” Steve straightens his vest. “What do you mean all weekend?”
“All weekend.” Dustin shrugs. “We played all night at Mike’s after school on Friday. Then had a sleepover and played all day Saturday. Slept over again, and the only reason we stopped when we did was ‘cause Eddie had to get home and have Sunday dinner with Wayne.”
Steve absorbs that timeline information and tries to figure out when Eddie would’ve had a date interspersed in there. He knows about Sunday dinner. It’s the only time Wayne and Eddie’s schedules line up, so definitely not a lie to get away for a date.
“Did Eddie leave at any time?”
“No? Like in the middle of the campaign?”
“Yeah, for an hour or two? Just at any time?” Steve can feel a prickle crawl up the back of his neck.
“No,” Dustin furrows his brow. “That would’ve been weird.”
“Ha, yeah, yeah, weird. For sure. But… uh, did he mention plans of his getting canceled or something? For this weekend?” Steve’s stomach twists at the implication he’s uncovering.
“No, he’d been building that campaign for weeks and on the Hellfire calendar just as long. We were forbidden to make plans on those days. He would’ve banned us for life. There’s no way he had plans.”
“Oh,” Steve’s stomach drops, and he suddenly needs to escape.
He shoulders around Dustin, slams the videos in his hands down on the counter, surprising Robin where she stands, and stomps toward the employee-only door in the back.
“Steve?” Robin’s voice floats through the door before it shuts behind him.
He paces in the tiny cramped space trying to parce his thoughts together.
He feels so stupid.
Eddie hated it so much that he lied.
His blood boils as frustration seeps through his veins. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. As the back door creeps open, he kicks a nearby folding chair, sending it toppling against the locker-lined back wall.
“Fuck.” He covers his face and huffs in anger.
“Steve?” Robin’s voice is soft and cautious.
“He lied, Rob.” Steve tosses his hands to his sides and stumbles back, leaning against the wall.
“Who?” She props the door open to listen for any customers and slides up to Steve’s side.
Steve nervously glances at the open doorway while chewing on his bottom lip.
“I kicked Dustin out. What happened? I thought you two were talking about his D&D thing this weekend.” She nudges his shoulder with her own.
“Eddie,” his voice wobbles. “He-he lied to me. He told me he had this…thing this weekend. But he didn’t. Why would he do that?” He wraps his arms around himself, trying to ignore the burning in his chest.
“What thing? That doesn’t seem like him.”
“I know, um…just this thing.” He pushes himself away from the wall and starts pacing again. “I thought we were…I don’t understand why he would lie. I mean, he coulda talked to me. Told me he wasn’t interested. But instead, making up this whole thing as if I couldn’t figure it out. Shit.”
“Dingus, I’m gonna need a bit more context here to give valuable advice.” Robin’s eyes follow Steve back and forth.
“No, you know what? It doesn’t matter. Screw it.” He shakes his head and hears the tinkle of the front door. “Perfect, a distraction.”
Steve plasters his fake customer service smile on his face and strides through the back door when his eyes take in the customer.
“Stevie!” Eddie throws his arms up and smiles wide.
“Get out.” Steve keeps his voice calm even though his fingers are itching to grab the man by the shirt collar and scream at him for an explanation.
“What?” Eddie’s smile slips from his face.
“Eddie, maybe the two of you should talk later.” Robin appears behind Steve.
“I don’t understand.” Eddie looks between the pair anxiously.
“I don’t want to see you right now.” Steve’s entire body is shaking.
“W-what?”
“Don’t you have a…date to get to?”
Eddie’s eyes widen. He glances at Robin, seeing a look of confusion strewn across her face, and then he reflects back at Steve. If Steve weren’t so honed in on Eddie’s movements, he would’ve missed the exact moment Eddie felt the weight of his lie crumble down on him.
Eddie nods nervously and backs away. “I didn’t-“
Steve shakes his head, his jaw clenched tightly, trying to bite back his anger.
The bell above the front door cuts through all three of them when a mother and child enter the store, breaking the moment. Eddie bows around them and nods to Steve, glancing apologetically at Robin before heading outside.
Steve’s eyes track Eddie until his van has pulled out of the parking lot and driven away.
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