lying on the floor

yesterday? blorbo stuff. today? blorbo stuff. tomorrow? you'll never guess

having a multi year long character obsession becomes like a abstract thought experiment at some point

theres some stuff im rather abnormal about

meows loud as fuck shattering all glass within 3 miles no survivors

Making "oog. Waugh. 🥺" kinds of noises after being reminded of a very basic fact about blorbo I already knew

The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.

person who genuinely hates themselves so much they can barely look anyone in the eye: i must remain humble lest my hideous ego spiral out of control

sometimes you just gotta fuck up your sleep schedule by reading all 100k words of a fic you're not even enjoying, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise

write it anyway even if you think it’s bad. a badly written fic is still better than a nonexistent fic.

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

its impregnate that man monday ladies and gentlemen.

bend him over the table tuesday btw

make him weep wednesday to those who celebrate

thrust into him thursday

and finally, happy Fuck him stupid Friday everyone. peace and love on the planet earth