there's a tree, cowering in the wind

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.

“shane was trying to prove to himself that he was straight by dating rose” “no, he knew he was queer, he was just trying to prove to himself that he liked women” folks i gotta be honest i don’t think shane was thinking about his sexual identity when he dated rose, i think he was trying to prove to himself that he was Normal. like i don’t think shane was thinking of himself in terms of gay vs bisexual or even attracted to men vs attracted to women, i think he was thinking of himself in terms of Mistake I’ve Been Making With Rozanov vs Normal Acceptable Expected Behavior I Need To Get Serious About Performing. like his actual desire and attraction is so divorced from his understanding of what he’s supposed to be doing as a masculine professional athlete that he doesn’t even consider whether he’s attracted to rose when he dates her, or rather he avoids considering it until she forces him to. In My Opinion.

hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that

this post is a good rent lowering gunshot. in case anyone needs one of those

person who genuinely hates themselves so much they can barely look anyone in the eye: i must remain humble lest my hideous ego spiral out of control

the spirit is willing but the flesh is chronically ill

no one is coming to Save you but there are probably people coming to Help you and that rocks. embrace it

I love it when a classicist has clearly gotten so lost in the BCE sauce that their perception of time has become deeply warped. Case in point: the article I’m currently reading just described the Byzantine era as “a period relatively modern.”

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette

BTW today I met a person who's at least 50, uses they/it pronouns, and named themself Wyvern. It looks like if Santa was a biker and it plays D&D at the local library. Just a reminder that you can do whatever you want, forever.