why are you here?

+30. dev and inspo for characters and stories i write.

[byjove]

t-shirt that says ‘I’D RATHER BE DEBASING A CHASTE AND VIRTUOUS KNIGHT RIGHT NOW.’

[the-quasar-hero]

Draw your OC’s like this

[hungry-hobbits]

trying to divvy out kinks to your ocs is lowkey embarrassing but also feels like this

[hellgifs]

iffat marash via instagram

[shapeware]

can i bring my stuffie to the sex club?

[eggdesign]

CSS-only Sliding Menu

base code / simple preview

Aside from some built in transitions and CSS variables, this is a blank template to build your own menu content. To showcase what you can do with it, I've also made a customized preview.

This is made possible with :focus-within, which lets us select a parent element based on the (focused) state of its children, similar to :has(). Using :has(:focus) could have accomplished something like this, but this selector is specialized for this purpose.

Let me know if there's anything I should add!

[inkpressedpetals]

[weusedtobegiants]

She looked at me. She said, ‘You’re no daughter of mine.’ It hardly mattered. It was too late for lines like that now. I had a language of my own and it wasn’t hers.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

[ofmymuses]

“Falling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back.”

—

o.g.k (via

poetrysupportnet

)

[ofmymuses]

“I have never prayed for anybody’s presence in my life, but you.”

— (via wnq-writers)

[wishfulthinkinglove]

he looks up, grinning like a devil

[eliminated]

[insp0s]

“Surely she’ll grow out of it, they think. I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.”

— Marya Hornbacher; from Madness.

[iliadtexts]

[quotespile]

“His anger took many shapes: sometimes soft and familiar, like a round stone he had caressed for so long that is was perfectly smooth and polished; sometimes it was thin and sharp like a blade that could slice through anything; sometimes it had the form of a star, radiating his hatred in all directions, leaving him numb and empty inside.”

— Laila Lalami, Secret Son

[musingsofbanana]

“Remember this, girl, you are half sea. No one ever asks the ocean to quiet her storm, so why do you keep apologizing for yours?”

— Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Mary Shelley, from “The Mortal Immortal,” written c. December 1833