modern day shakespeare of gay porn

its imperative you sexualise that mentor/protégé relationship

*looking at the OC I crafted with my own hands* what the actual hell is her problem

sex position: you, sitting on your throne. me, standing behind you, resting my arm on the back of your throne and sniling so sneetly at your ministers like i have any right to be there

I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.

We need more women characters who are Male Protagonists. You know. Slightly haggard. She's splashing cold water on her face and gripping the edge of the sink staring in the mirror for a minute. She's coping badly with her deadwife

every time i've watched sport in the past year a tiny voice in my head has gone "hey. write a sports smut novel." and like listen i haven't done it yet but i can feel the urge growing stronger and i can only resist for so long

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

hey, don't cry. fictional character in dire & perilous situations. ok?

sometimes writing isn’t about talent. sometimes it’s about sitting in your chair and suffering for 45 minutes until a single sentence crawls out of your skull