a god lives under my house; a dragon in it

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

what doesn't kill you gives you an extensive vocabulary and niche knowledge set that nevertheless fails to accurately account for what happened

mutuals have this incredible power to curse you with liking kinks you previously would never engage with even with a gun to your head

parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)

Reblog this post to parallel play with prev

I have, like .... seventeen uses for this. Where do I get one?

You are allowed to find things hot in theory while also never wanting to actually do them in real life btw. You can get off on whatever wild shit in your imagination and still prefer to be very vanilla in real life. Or not want to have sex at all in real life. You don't owe the universe anything in exchange for your dirty mind.

murderbot saying it would rather get disassembled while conscious again than become a corporate spy 😀 hey can we pause and unpack what you just said.

bite marks that turn into bruises

My love language

Okay we've seen the upper limits of what an astronomical budget for filmmaking can do. Let's cap the budget at $500,000 for a few years and see what film teams forced to get creative and utilize unknown actors produce.

robots that are bad at self care. robots that procrastinate cleaning their vents and download too many files and refuse to organise their hard drive and then spend all day complaining about being hot and tired and low on processing space. robots that are adhd icons.......

damn I can't stand you humans and your melodramatic tearful reunions... anyway let me go retreat to the safety of the arms the seat next to my sexy drone spider and watch the television show that it specifically had been saving to watch with me when I came back from the space station from hell because there was no world in which I wouldn't return to it eventually 🙄