Glamorous but Deranged

writing is so fun

writing is impossible why does anyone do this

"you don't post your dead dove fics on anon?" no, all of my dead dove, dirty, disgusting gay smut are posted on my main. I have no shame. normalize a girl being a pervert and a sex-crazed freak

Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.

God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.

"what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins" is honestly the thing I needed to hear today

it gets to a point that is just weirder if they didn't fuck

you did all this and it was not even because you wanted to bang him? weirdo

I must not self-doubt. Self-doubt is the mind-killer. Self-doubt is the little death that brings total obliteration to the writer. I will face my self-doubt. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when its gone past I will turn the inner eye to see the path my yaoi shall take. When the fear is gone there will be my creation. Only my vision will remain.

no one but mike directly mentioned el in the epilogue or mourned her, not even a nudge to her in dustin’s valedictorian speech. if i were mike and everyone else was giggling except me and my girlfriend i would have blown hawkins up

Alright I’ll bite. Whats the first song on your Spotify wrapped/Apple Music replay made by a band with under 100k monthly listeners.

so i hauve covid rn and i must say, American cold medicine is the absolute bees knees. You go to a UK pharmacy and they tenderly press like eight (8) paracetamol into the palm of your hand... God FORBID you're sick in France, i had to scour every pharmacy in Paris for something that wasn't HOMEOPATHIC PASTILLES. meanwhile last night i took the last of my stash of Nyquil that expired in 2019 and it was like getting hit by a fucking baseball bat (affectionate). press X to timeskip. LOVE me a cheeky little medically induced coma. you can really feel that it's a precursor to meth. i know that everything is fucking awful over there my friedns and my heart goes out to every one of you but if you need one small bright light of national pride in this time of strife please know that i envy you your cold medicine every day

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"

reblog if you love archive of our own and how they firmly refuse to let censorship have any place on their platform

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god