Leo always has cold hands, dancing over his own on the piano. He has cold hands, running up his spine and tangling in his hair, almost painfully cold against the achingly hot skin of his inner thighs, his face, his cock. Leo has cold hands, but his eyes blaze and his mouth is hot and hungry, and Elliot takes him with rocking, urgent thrusts, filling Leo and losing himself, grabbing and kissing one of those cold hands and feeling it warm under his lips.
omg kisses your faaaaaace <3<3<3
haha, that’s one request I’ll definitely obey! I hope you feel better soon (my heart goes out to you, sweet anon), and if not, rest assured I’m making the most of it for your sake too!
No hateful anonymous stranger should ever prevent people from doing what they love.
I knew I’d get anon hate for posting those cosplay photos. Ever time I’ve posted cosplay photos, there’s been at least one nasty person who wants to tell me (or sometimes my girlfriend, which REALLY makes me mad) that I’m wrong to feel confident about my body.
I almost??? feel sorry for them because wow they’re barking up the wrong tree, man, it’s kind of impossible to make me feel bad about something I love.
Other people’s opinions are not necessarily right. Popular opinions are not necessarily valid. I’ve gotten anon hate for writing pairings I like, too. I just??
I hope you’ll find the courage to cosplay whoever your dream cosplay is! Just remember, it’s about a thousand times cooler (and feels a thousand times better) to do something you love and feel good about it than it is to tell someone online they have a big belly. If you ever see me working it at a con, feel free to come up and get a hug! (you may be squished into my boobs. It happens.)
I went through a really health-conscious phase a couple years ago—I was walking 5 miles a day, plus going to the gym 5 times a week for a couple hours, taking bellydancing and yoga and cardio classes and weightlifting. I trained for, and competed in, several 5k races. I lost 80lbs in a year.
Know what? I didn’t feel any different about my body. I was ALWAYS tired, had terrible knee problems because of the strain, and was constantly comparing myself to everyone else at the gym. I don’t think that’s any healthier than exercising in proper moderation and eating right, even if my body isn’t what (apparently) some people think it should be.
Thank you for sharing your struggle. I hope your health issues improve—and that even if they don’t, you never lose track of the fact that you’re a fabulous, encouraging, kind, generous, worthy person, no matter what your goddamn BMI says.
SHRIEKS I’VE PROBABLY READ EACH ONE FIVE OR TEN TIMES
EXCEPT COLD DAYS I JUST FINISHED THAT TEN MINUTES AGO
I KNOW RIGHT?????
falls over into my own drool
(keep telling her, she doesn’t believe me)
wehhhh that’s fine I always look on her blog, most people tend to tell her nice things anyway because I’m usually at work and on craaaazy japanese time
<3<3<3 you’re so sweet! I’m glad you like the fics, I promise we’ll keep writing forever!
excuse my shitty photoshop these are such sweet messages I figured you wanted to stay anon so i made it happen
ahhhhhh these totally made my night, for a whole bunch of reasons. First of all, because they’re so incredibly sweet and honest and I appreciate that so much omg <3
Second of all, because I get it. I really, really do. I get it first-hand; I’ve been in relationships before, some of them short, one of them long, and I sort of felt like I was playing a role the whole time—it was fun to be a girlfriend and go on dates and be cute, and I missed it when it was over, but that was all. I liked kissing (and sex) and it made me feel grown-up and cool, and I liked saying “my boyfriend” and “my girlfriend” (hi if any followers don’t know I’ve dated men and women and really have no preference), but it all felt like acting, and effort.
Nothing in my life has ever been more easy or made more sense than dating Gali. It’s really, really hard to be apart, but apart from that, I couldn’t care less about going on dates or being coupley—I just want to sit at home and cook for each other and write with her and just be near her, and I’m quitting my job and moving to another continent happily to do it.
I stopped talking to my ex, a really horrible abusive person after eight years of putting up with her awful, poisonous, hurtful personality, about a month after I met Gali. It was like all the advice I’d ever heard or been given, about how relationships are hard work, or that nothing is ever easy you just have to make do, and you’ll always be alone if you insist on waiting for the right person, was suddenly, irrevocably, completely washed away, and this is just when we were friends. I just finally stopped feeling like I had to jam that round peg into that square hole, and feeling like if I didn’t have someone to say goodnight to, I was going to be an empty shell for the rest of my life.
I’m so happy seeing us is helping you through a rough time. First breakups are shitty. Second breakups are shitty. Every breakup is shitty—you don’t just lose the relationship, you lose the concept of yourself in a relationship—you’re no longer _____’s girlfriend, and that’s something you’ve been for probably a while. It’s okay to be upset and hurt and lonely afterwards—I’ve cried after every breakup I’ve been through, even when it was 100% my idea and I was breaking up with a creepy stalker (I have no justification for that relationship except loneliness). I’m really proud of you for picking yourself back up, and I hope that having us around (or whoever you enjoy watching and spending time with) makes it easier to wait for someone wonderful to see exactly what makes you so special!
True story, all our teamwork fics are RPs!
Me: Sinbad, Aladdin, Koumei, Solomon, Titus, Kougyoku, Kouen, Gyokuen, Masrur, Morgiana, Sharrkan, Scheherazade, Hinahoho
Gali: Ja’far, Judal, Kouha, Sphintus, Alibaba, Yunan, Drakon, Hakuei
ahhhhh i can’t think of any more characters but that’s basically the way it’s broken down!
NO DON’T HIDE I’M ACTUALLY SORT OF THRILLED THAT SOMEONE NOTICED She’s my Ja’far and my love and my inspiration so believe me, you can’t embarrass yourself nearly as much as I embarrass myself for her every day. Thank you for being so sweet! (Also thank you, I’m glad you enjoy our writing!)