The Potato Is Always Better

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

take everything I say with a hint of garlic, ginger, spring onions and a dash of soy sauce

“Your days are numbered” yeah it’s called a calendar you fucking idiot.

"Cecilia Stirling had made Valancy Redfern’s acquaintance one month early, when Valancy and her father arrived in Muskoka for the summer. Valancy’s father, Doctor Redfern, inventor and purveyor of fine medicines, had chanced to cross paths with Uncle Benjamin one afternoon early in their stay, and by the end of the hour the two men were quite certain they had been friends their whole lives. Upon learning of Redfern’s daughter, Uncle Benjamin had mentioned his own nieces, of an age with Valancy and in need of companionship of their own, and within days Olive and Cecilia Stirling were dressed in their best – Olive’s considerably finer than Cecilia’s – and brought to the Palace Hotel to meet with Uncle Benjamin’s bosom friend."

My understanders will Understand me

you know what? fuck it *reads the fanfic I spent hours writing for my own enjoyment*

if you’re not rereading your own 3yo one-shots every once in a while so you can shake your head at the ao3 tab and mutter god i’m fucking funny then what are we even doing all this work for?

And as a reminder, I would rather lose the remaining feeling in my legs than feed a single word into a generative ai tool!!! It will never be in my fanfic!

you 🫵. make a self-indulgent au now

internet friends are kinda like illegally downloaded friends. you don’t get the physical copy but you still get all the great content

#i’d illegally download you all

reblog if you’d illegally download your followers

100% would download my moots :3