#ONE SENTENCE INTO THE EMAIL

[horseboneologist]

Serve it

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ID: A digital drawing of Count Dracula from Bram Stoker's Dracula. He is a skinny white man with white hair, bushy eyebrows, a bushy moustache, and pointed ears. He is wearing a lizard onesie with the mouth open around his face. The onesie is green with yellow teeth and yellow spikes down the back, and with a red interior lining and red eyes. He is wearing red scaled boots and holding a red lizard-shaped handbag. He is pouting and brusing his hair back from his face, walking down the hall of his castle like he's on a catwalk. He is wearing green eyeliner and a tasteful red lip. The background is mostly empty, shades of grey and green showing two windows letting in light. Above him, an excerpt from a Dracula Daily email reads: "15 May. - Once again have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion."

#ONE SENTENCE INTO THE EMAIL #and I was like #YEAH OKAY SURE #dracula daily #drac daily #daily dracula #count dracula #bram stoker's dracula #horsey art

[khaotunq]

when aye asks akk to be his boyfriend, akk says they should sleep. But afterwards aye jumps on him. What do you think happens then? Did they make out a bit? Did akk immediately throw aye off the bed (we know he is capable of that), did they cuddle and talk a bit? Tell us your thought please, we need more of your thoughts.

Plsssss, the concept of Aye immediately being judo-thrown over Akk and onto the floor, landing in exactly the same spot is fucking hysterical. This was never in my head, but now it consumes me.

I have a couple other asks I'm meant to be answering first, damn it, but you sent me this two hours ago and I haven't been able to think about anything else since. You are a plague. A beautiful, perfect plague. I love you so much.

Ahem.

I do think it was probably relatively innocent, whatever happened, considering it's almost canon that their first time - whether it was The First Time or merely Akk first-hand discovering the wonders of blowjobs, who's to say - was at Akk's parent's house, and Akk's not shown as especially bold about putting his hands on Aye before then - not gently, anyway. (This has a potential to tangent, but: Akk does a lot of grabbing Aye by his hoody in the first two episodes alone, and I know because of a mystery pair of gifsets I have half-completed, that he does a fair amount of shoving Aye around later on. But to my memory even when they hug or kiss, Akk typically waits for Aye's hands to find him first, unless it's after The Morning After).

Anyway.

I can't get the idea of Ayan being thrown out of bed out of my head, by the way. It's hard to be serious.

My favourite thing about the entire scene is Akk's helpless smile. The close-ups are wonderful, the แฟน is gorgeous and the little kiss is sublime, but it's the helpless smile after he's turned away that jumps out at me and steals my wallet at knife-point every damn time.

Figs. 1.1, 1.2: Devastating enough on their own

Figs. 2.1-2.3: "Definitely sleeping, not mentally kicking my heels and twirling my hair, no sir, not I." - head prefect and complete fucking liar

Figs. 3.1-3.2: Wanted for wallet theft. Look at that little smile. He can't help it.

Fig. 4: The only reasonable solution.

Truthfully, I think they probably just went to sleep. Ayan jumped on him because he's spiritually incapable of not climbing his beanstalk boyfriend even when he's lying down, even when that beanstalk has only officially been his boyfriend for ten seconds, but I imagine it just evolved into what's fast becoming a signature koala (there's a Khao-koala pun in there and I need everyone just to acknowledge I'm being strong as fuck by not making it) cling and Akk complaining that it's too warm but not really doing anything about it because he's flustered and disbelieving and giddy all at once. He's literally fantasised about this. In exactly this bed. Right in front of this bed's salad.

Figs. 5.1-5.3: when faced with a rare motionless First Kanaphan, get a leg over? K H A O A L A My favourite character trait of Ayan's.

I also imagine it takes Akk a whole lot longer to get to sleep, despite his words. We already know Akk's kept company by his waking delusions when Ayan's in his bed.

Figs 6.1-6.3: a lad and his delusions.

I'd assume that those delusions get so much worse-better when Ayan's clinging to him knowingly, having just kissed him and called him his boyfriend in the softest, warmest voice known to man.

Anyway. All this to say, non: you're a genius, and I am now fully convinced Aye was catapulted into the bathroom. It's the funniest possible outcome.

#ask post #anonymous #so it is decreed #i wasn't going to have pictures but then i started entertaining myself #so here u go #mine: the eclipse #the eclipse #akkayan #akk x ayan #i have no idea what to tag this as fr #eclipse: discuss #that'll do for now #i love asks like this #i always start them by going hm i don't think i really have any thoughts #but i am also incapable of sending a one-sentence email so #look i can't even fucking tag shit without going off on a tangent #jfcccccccc #khaoala is the funniest thing i've ever said i swear to god

[arsonist-chicken]

still trying to claw my way through writing this stupid exposé for my thesis for which the last already extended twice deadline is today, 7 injured 20 dead I want to dig my nails into my laptop and rip an academically phrased exposé from it so I won't drop out of university instead

#how long did i have for it? did i drop out of a whole class yesterday so i could write this instead and then. didn't? #maybe; what are you a cop? #i have. one sentence. i need 10 pages. i will write five and hope for the best #i swear it was just midnight. it was just midnight how is it 4.50am #i hate this i hate this literally what is the point of it #mine #vent post #also someone send me their ability to focus. to sit down and finish this bs now #she didn't specify a certain time sunday but i want to have it done by 8am because no one's checking her email before that on a sunday righ #okay okay where did the 'stress makes shit possible' adhd bs go i need it back i will have to extend my studies by a year if i don't finish #this now and that's simply not an option #okay i'm going back to the word mine now to excavate the words. wish me luck and send me a canary #am i the canary?

[fairweathermyth]

first email i saw when i logged in for work this morning was from my boss to one of our "talent" (for lack of a better word bc i'm not getting into what my job actually is) with me cc'd, that started "A friend would respect your rage." and i was just like... woah what the HELL am i going to have to deal with today??? only to then read back through the email chain and realize he meant to say WAGE. which in context makes complete sense, of course. anyway i couldn't stop thinking about it all day.

a. friend. would. respect. your. rage.

#i'm cc'd on a lot of my boss's emails #and i have never known a person to send so many incomprehensible typos out into the world #at least this one was fun for me #but never assume that ceos know how to type or put sentences together #i actually like my boss! i just wish he'd ONCE read back on what he typed before hitting send lol #ramblings

[averagemrfox]

Shit fucking morning

#Weather sucks #was late to work #instead of my usual route I had to take Mopac bc it was faster (sentences that no one has said ever) #was only 15 minutes late as opposed to 40 minutes late but when I got here I realized I forgot my badge to let me into the building #plus I was ooo yesterday so I had almost 300 emails to catch up on 🫠

[emailsfromanactor]

The official new edition of Letters from an Actor has arrived and I'm working on a post about how my version is better, but for now, I say, this is interesting:

Some thirty years ago, Richardson was rehearsing a play with a man whom I shall call Cyril Sunt. The latter was the last of the old-time directors on the British side of the Atlantic. By “old-time,” I mean abusive, cruel, sarcastic, and contemptuous of actors. He had (and has) his American equivalents, of course, but let them be nameless here.

In my physical copy, printed in 1984, and also in the PDF I worked from, scanned from a copy printed in the '60s (I think), that passage goes like this:

Some thirty years ago, Richardson was rehearsing a play directed by Basil Dean. The latter was the last of the old-time directors on the British side of the Atlantic. By “old-time,” I mean abusive, cruel, sarcastic, and contemptuous of actors. His American equivalent, albeit far younger, would be Jed Harris. Mr. Harris, however, has changed. So far as I know, Mr. Dean never did. 

The PDF also had this author's note pasted onto the title page:

Since publication of LETTERS FROM AN ACTOR, Mr Basil Dean and Sir Ralph Richardson have strongly denied that there is any truth in the anecdote concerning them which appears on pages 51 and 52 of this book. I told it in good faith but I am now quite certain that it has no foundation in fact.

The new edition doesn't seem to have the note - looking for it was how I discovered the weird changes. Did Redfield himself make the changes? If so, why weren't they in the 1984 edition? In the afterword (very interesting, I'd post it but I think I've committed enough copyright infringement), Redfield's son Adam says there are a few changes he (Adam) would have liked to make, but didn't. He didn't even change the part where his dad got his age wrong. So. What's with Cyril Sunt and his nameless American equivalents?

#emails from an actor #i'm serious about mine being better; there are old typos and new typos and the formatting on my ereader is messed up #i'm smug about them not catching the old typos but the new ones just make me sad #i happened across three and they're really blatant: #a period in the middle of a sentence; a P instead of an exclamation point; and a colon instead of a space #all in the same paragraph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #are they in the print version too? redfield deserves better! #edit: checked the amazon preview and that paragraph doesn't have the new errors so maybe the kobo version just got messed up? hmmm.

[prestonmonterey]

me: hasn't started on the essay due tomorrow

also me: ✨ im on episode 25 of camp here and there and no one can stop me now ✨

DO YOUR ESSAY PLEASE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OMG

gods at least i drafted mine before finishing season 3-

i will. cry if you dont. do your schoolwork >:(

#marble asks #and right on cue i get an email about the wpp #i got points taken off bc most of my research came from one source omg #like im SORRY that the website i was provided had like 2 sentences total #but um #do your essay please

[iero]

This morning, my boss tried to suggest a work meeting on fucking CHRISTMAS EVE (Mind you, the company I work for is closed on Sundays) for all of us to discuss the future of the company for the new year... We all laughed at them by the way for even trying.

#personal #My one coworker is a REAL ONE for looking at them straight in the eye and saying #'You can have a meeting but I won't be here for it.' #Like... This can wait until the following Tuesday (the 26th) for sure. Or shoot us all an email... #We're all terrified of layoffs come January to be honest. Like this company can afford to lose people LMAO. #<- That last sentence is sarcasm by the way. We are pleading for help.

[finniestoncrane]

running around in a circle tugging at my hair and holding back tears: too many things too many things too many things too many things too many thi

#if i could just. focus. for more than 30 seconds at a time #i write one sentence of a fic and then go and check my work emails #but while i'm there i'm like oh wonder if tumblr looks different on the remote desktop internet #it doesn't but i get distracted anyway until i realise and close it down #and then go back to my own desktop to look at tumblr #where i promptly get distracted for minimum ten minutes before i catch sight of the messages i haven't responded to yet #and i type a couple words out and then think oh shit i have messages on discord #so i go there #and get distracted by scrolling through not even new messages #maybe type a few words of a message before i mark it as unread because i'm like #oh i gotta finished writing the next chapter of my thing #and then i'm like hmmm but tempting commission work #and then i go actually i guess if i'm going to take a rbeak i'll do some drawing #so i grab my ipad which is still open on creepshow which i was watching last night #and so i start watching it but i can't focus because there's something else going on #and i realise i'm already watching the simpsons on my phone which explains why i have five different simpsons quotes on repeat in my head #and then i realise that there's a song playing on spotify on my laptop #and amidst those three noises i am also entertaining myself with in my head vocal stims and out loud vocal stims #and my anxiety is like hey... wanna worry about something #AND I JUST WANT TO FOCUS LIKE ONE THING AT A FUCKIN TIME ONE FUCKIN THING #finnie shouts into the void

[ckret2]

Woopsies another rather simple question about BTSDLB (Aka one of your oldest works again), So you said something about still having the images but all of the texts? Then I don't mind you not having all of the dialogues as long as you still have the images ! So is there any way you could make a Google Drive file and store all of the (especially/mostly missing) BTLSDB images there?

I have a slow-ass tired old geezer laptop, and over a thousand images that need uploading. That's why it hasn't been done yet.

Also if/when I ever do get around to uploading them, it sure as hell won't be on google drive. I fucking hate google's entire file management system and the fact that it's the only thing everyone wants to use is the absolute bane of my existence. I'd rather dump them in a hundred tumblr posts and spam them all on the dash at once than touch google.

Believe me, I have already considered going "here's all the pictures, figure out how to match them up to the dialogue yourselves." It's not like I don't know there's a demand for it. It's the combination of technology limitations and ADHD that's preventing it.

#(every goddamn zine I've ever been in: OKAY NOW JUST UPLOAD YOUR FINISHED PIECE TO OUR GOOGLE FOLDER!) #(SURELY YOU WERE ALREADY USING GOOGLE TO WRITE THE DOC IN THE FIRST PLACE RIGHT? RIGHT?) #(over my dead body I was) #(just give me a fucking email to send my final piece to i swear to fucking god) #(I'd rather copy/paste my fic one sentence at a time into discord than use google drive) #(these tags got off track) #btsdlb #ask

[thrilling-oneway]

I keep finding people at school who play proseka and it’s terrifying because there should not be that many people that play proseka at my school and also whenever I try talk with any of them it’s so awkward because I have to pretend like I’m normal about the game

#my most successful endeavour was getting the friendcode of someone i talked to a lot in year 12 #and other than that it’s been. unsuccessful lol #i gave one other person my friendcode but she never added me. i had someone compliment my fanart and we talked about the game for 5 minutes #but i never spoke to them again. and today there were two girls playing in class and i tried to talk abt it with them but it lasted two #sentences LOL #there’s also someone in my year with stolen rui fanart as their email pfp but I don’t know who they are

[mathematical-blasphemy]

one of my students signed off an email to me this morning "With Biblical Fear," so I guess my work here is done

#it made me laugh out loud and also feel a deep pang of empathy #because who among us isn't filled with biblical levels of fear right now #it was even better because the last sentence of the email had the phrase “silly goose” in it #anyway #A+ #i love when they make little jokes #we were workshopping a poem called ''silence'' and one of them said ''this poem reminded me of these discussions'' #(it's been a quiet class at many points this semester) #and i almost lost it laughing #on teaching writing

[americanphysco]

god gives his toughest battles (sending emails) to his strongest soldiers (me)

#i dont even mind sendinf them i just hate when i send one n the person IGNORES my question in fheir reply #so now i have to ask again. #like god forbid we read past the first two sentences of an email! #levis greatest hits

[leadmeastraylittlefairy]

having the most frustrating day at work in months i wish anyone would read anything i sent them

#one guy only ever does the thing in the first sentence i send him #emailed him back eventually to just ask if he can do everything else i listed in my previous emails instead of me having to say it all #yet again #then i’m emailing my boss telling her exactly where something she’s looking for is and she’s telling me it’s not there. baby i can see it. #i know it’s there. i put it there. jesus fuck #i’ve only submitted like 10 requests today but i’ve been busy all day

[angelsdean]

guhh why are emails so hard 

#writing an important email to a new person i've been introduced to via email. and idk what to say beyond a sentence #like hello nice to meet you look forward to working with you and getting to know each other ok done #what else does one say ??

[foxwithapen]

You know shit's dire when I'm praying to math work to save me

#so frustrated with this online class im taking #why is the work on two separate sites!!!! why am i only getting one sentence responses to my emails!!!!!! #ive already missed one assignment because i dont understand where anything is this is awful #save me math ... math...math save me... #(to clarify the math is not the class im frustrated with(