Dangerous Girl

I gotta be honest I didn't really ever get into fanfic culture before. Never even looked at AO3 until this year. My only experience with such things was when Fallout: Equestria was a relevant sensation in the MLP fandom, and I waited to listen to someone's audio narration of it rather than read it myself. Thinking back it should have been more obvious as to why I was so into that. But now that I'm realizing its authors are largely queer, and I'm able to find originals about trans feminine people that I can relate to or even just the weirdest lesbian fetish content I'm like absolutely spending every day just scrolling entry after entry of delightfully unhinged stories. Never knew it was such a wonderful space.

I was gonna make the K-pop Demon Hunters song a total shitpost but it turns out I'm about to almost scrap the entire song and take it seriously. So I guess no goofy ahh kpdh remix until a little later.

Driving home from roller derby practice, picking up wawa and seeing all the little normal ass people who are driving around in their like business appropriate clothing all like "oo im on my way home from work" like yall I'm not even allowed to have a job with you. Literally unemployable. Not like I'd want to but seriously, I bet they think im cool as shit. I'm not. I'm literally some weird little girl on the internet who is trying her best to post premium shitpost fan remixes more than twice a year, while recovering from multiple medical procedures and shit. and if i can somehow pay down all that medical debt with my music sometime in the next 10 years that would be really cool. But I'm realistic, I'm hoping for a total overthrow of the system, cuz it's more likely than being able to pay down medical debt. Just waiting on the normal ass people to catch onto that fact.

I had a dream about Severance and it was like I was in this different floor that wasn’t all minimal and sterile it was like dirty and grungy and there was this guy called The Butcher, and you have to call him The Butcher if you just say Butcher he insists on the The. Anyway The Butcher was pretty chill, he just kinda directed me toward the area I’d be working. And there was a sort of film production set, where they were filming something and I sort of carefully walked around to the area behind the camera and sat down and quietly introduced myself. And there was one person who was like holding the head of a goat forward all artfully and gross and I looked up and some guy was hanging dead above me and I realized their job there was manipulating their dead coworkers into these morbid artistic poses and taking pictures and videos of them.