sleebie

how do ao3 authors write so fast. guys. slow down pls. i'm out of breath. guys help. slow down. i haven't written a single word in the last three hours. guys.

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

The little-known 10th circle of hell, known as "Favorite character is extremely popular but you are also extremely particular and everyone is wrong".

I wish to purchase goods and services without entering a blood covenant that entitles the provider to email and text me forever and also store a bunch of my personal data that they’re going to apologize for exposing in a breach in the next five to ten years

In our headcanon, Jack not only likes men, he lusts after men, gets all hot and bothered around men, kinda loses his mind when he's in front of a man he likes. When he sees Sawyer all sweaty and dirty? He drools. When Sayid comes over to talk to him, always wearing those tank tops? Half of him is listening and the other half is thinking about everything he wants Sayid to do to him. If he had seen Keamy, taller than him and with those arms like logs? He would have melted. If he had seen MiB in his original form, with his gray hair and Roman gladiator body? He would have moaned at the sight of him. Dammit, he couldn't even help but feel things when he and Locke fell to the ground together after the cliff moment.