#i committed

[xiopinc]

this is not even my art style but i have committed

behold

Kashubian Miku

[birthofcaeneus]

(via carrionsong)

Heh… well, yes!

I actually wrote a little passage about that for my fic (under the cut)! I’ve been cracking at it slowly by taking notes during rewatches and, like, writing little increments as they come up in my head. The timeline is all roughly laid out, but setting up scenes hasn’t really progressed all that much. Writing is hard work, guys.

❗️Note that there may be changes or additions made after publishing since my fic is still a work in progress.

Okay, the basic setup here is that Laurence has been feeling frustrated (emotionally and sexually) by the ambiguity in his relationship with Roman, and it's making him insane. So... while they're smoking, he tries to "settle" for Greg, because this dude has no friends and this is the closest male relationship he has that isn't his boss, which makes him want to get an icepick lobotomy. Obviously, Greg said "N-no...? No, thank you..." This passage is from the aftermath.

“Greg, I’m going to fucking throttle you.” “Y-you mean in, like, uh—” “In a completely platonic and nonsexual way, dude.” “Okay, yeah, cool, just… Y’know, wanted to make sure, because of that—that thing you said the other day?” Laurence visibly recoiled from the memory. It was most certainly not his proudest moment. “I was high,” he replied with the verbal edge of a dull knife; blunt and forceful, requiring more push to tear into the sensitive exoskeleton of Greg’s infantile noggin. “No, yeah, yeah, y-you’re right, my bad…” Greg fiddled around with the still-unlit joint between his fingers, making Laurence feel way too antsy. “Should we… should we not be doing this?” “Doing what?” Laurence asked in a way that felt dreadfully familiar, even to himself. The scoff, the incredulous grin of mockery; it was all too goddamn grotesque. “Like, getting high and stuff together? B-because if I’m leading you on or something—” “Are you fucking serious right now? All I did was ask if you felt like fuckin’ making out a littleeee bit!” This is a nightmare. Actual nightmare blunt rotation, and neither of you are even a little bit intoxicated right now. “I mean, you said how I should be… more vocal about my boundaries and stuff with Tom, so I just—” “Oh my God, stop, stop, stop it. Please, for the love of God, stop fucking talking. Please.” Laurence clutched the sides of his own skull and thought maybe the metaphorical dull knife was actually wedged in his noggin the entire time.

[felinetay]

[kalashtars]

whoops my hand slipped @starkenterprised

[quercussp]

Why is Phil literally me when someone I'm attracted to as much as acknowledges me?

i feel it’s a very queer thing. 

my first real crush happened after the person talked to me for 2 minutes. cue 2 years of pining, me carving their name into every wall of my room and writing his name and every notebook i own. i was dedicated to the drama, you have no idea. we actually became very close friends later in life, both of us turned out to be very very queer and really not into each other, but i can definitely relate to phil (and you)

[thefallons]

What’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?

I am not capable of getting any cuter than this so if the bartender doesn’t look at me in the next minute, I’m out.

[doodling-is-magic]

Debating whether or not I wanna slam all 27 reblogs in my drafts down at once or pace em out, they've been in there so long 😂