A Human.

My pseudonym is Andromeda or Andi for short, and I love reading, writing(songs and stories), and listening to music. I'm half-Taiwanese and half-Chinese(yes, there's a difference. Taiwan has its own government. Even though the official name is kind of contradictory).

I'm a hardcore k-pop fan, but no, I'm not a Blink or and Army.

I have like sixteen different k-pop fandoms that I'm part of but I wear them all proudly. Carat, Stay, Engene, WayZenni(my newest fandom), Zerose, Dive, Mitzy, etc.

My reading list is literally longer than my life expectancy and I'm called a book hermit by some friends because I read so much. I'm in several fandoms, the most recent fandom being the Red Queen Fandom that I was literally dragged feet first into because of my best friend.

I was pulled into the Marauders Fandom a few years ago and came to Tumblr because of them, along with the PJO fandom ofc. I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with PJO and my mother rolls her eyes whenever I start talking about it(My best friend also slapped me the last time I started talking about PJO ><).

My current favorite Marauder is Remus Lupin because I relate to him the most(but no, I'm not in love w my best friend, unlike him)(Yes, I do think about the fact that the actors for Remus and Sirius literally thought that they were portraying a couple, like a lot).

My all time favorite character from PJO is obviously Nico Di Angelo because I have anxiety, depression, and separation issues like he does <3. He's just like an onion <3 (I don't mean that in a bad way, he just has a lot of 'layers' of trauma).

Solangelo is my fav homosexual couple with Wolfstar in a close second. Percabeth is my favorite heterosexual couple and we also love Pip and Ravi(sometimes more than we love actual life but whatever)

Writing stories is how I cope with my daily problems and I love projecting my problems onto my characters because that's always fun. It’s also how I deal with my overwhelming anxiety :D

I am very proud of my culture and being an American Taiwanese. *whispers* there aren’t a lot of us here.

My favorite pastime is reading and sleeping because sleep is important.

(For those of you who don’t know, the East Coast of the United States was just hit with one of the worst blizzards in a while and there’s almost two feet of snow or more on the ground.)

(Also for context, this man has been celebrating all week about this snow (he absofuckinglutely loves snow)) (something about the pristine white or sm shit like that) (he’s weird but better than most ig)

“OUR TOWNS ELEVATION HAS INCREASED BY 1.5 FEET”

Then, five minutes later,

Like is our asexuality something we tell our partner before we even start dating? How would we even approach that? Like “I like you romantically but you don’t look sexually attractive?”

like what do you mean you need FIFTEEN subjunctive triggers or what not like it's about a fuck ass painting, whaddya mean I need to see the historical context, the OVERALL MEANING, like

Here’s some poetry, cuz I’ve been going through a poetry phase lately :)

They say I’m my father’s daughter.

But what does that mean?

Does it mean

That I have my father’s anger?

That I look like my father?

That I cause the same devastation

The same suffering on others?

What does my father’s daughter mean?

Because as much as I am his,

I am my mother’s.

I share the hair of my mother

I share the languages of my mother

I share the kindness of my mother

They say I’m my father’s daughter.

What does that mean?

Does that mean

That I’ve become the very man I hate?

Does that mean

That I’ve become the person that I would never wish upon another?

Does that mean that I am

my

father’s

daughter?

They say I’m my father‘s daughter

they mean that in the nicest way possible.

They say it’s a compliment.

“You’re just like your father.”

“Your father must be your role model.”

“You and your father are so alike.”

but what they don’t know is

my father‘s daughter

Is a creature I wish wouldn’t be alive.

They say I’m my father’s daughter.

What does that mean?

Why do people say that?

I wish that they would stop.

They say I’m my father’s daughter.

They say that I’ll grow up to be like my father.

But behind the scenes

They don’t see the anger that he uses

The words that he yells

The faces that he makes

The clubs that he wields

The tears that he causes

The fear that he engrains.

They say I’m my father’s daughter

And that scares me.

Because

I am my father‘s daughter.

I have his anger

And sometimes

I think