unimpeachably queer

I love you, writers who have health issues or are struggling with person issues and don’t have it in you to write right now. I love you, writers who gained a following for one type of fic and have since moved onto something else. I love you, writers who have more unfinished drafts than they can count on one hand and who know that they don’t have plans to ever revisit some of them. I love you, writers who share the things that you create, even when you get rude comments for switching fandoms or writing less frequently or posting about things that aren’t writing (especially then).

six shades of red across the rainbow, a spicy and spiteful Pride Month thingy

Follow me to the dark corners of the vulture app:

I wanna stop feeling things so intensely, yeah?

- sneezed wrong

- turned your neck a little too fast

- slept weird

- took the trash out to the curb and stepped at a slightly different angle than usual

- breathed

- failed to breathe properly

- breathed in the wrong stuff. Allergy time

- looked too hard at something too far away

daphne and velma, noir style 💜🧡

Medusa and the blind woman in love