Procrastinator Extraordinaire

"If you accept any food from the fae, they shall never let you go" is a human belief. The fair folk stand by the principle that if you feed 'em, you gotta keep 'em. If wildlife learns to rely on you for food, you have already fucked up, and you can't just stop feeding them cold turkey. That human is your responsibility now. Because you left your peach cobbler unsupervised.

If you start feeding the humans in your yard then you need to make sure you keep feeding them or else they’ll choose not to migrate and starve in the winter. I recommend rolling something in peanut butter and seeds and hanging it out on the porch

you get a comment on tumblr. it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a DM. it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a message on instagram. its a bot trying to scam you. you're an author and you get an email telling you how much they loved your book and want to showcase it at their bookclub. it's a bot trying to scam you (and it uses bad AI to pretend it knows your story). you get a comment on ao3 saying how much they love your fic - and they made you fanart!! it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a hate comment on ao3 which insults your writing or calls you a monster for writing something "problematic". it's a bot. but at least that one isn't trying to scam you.

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game

from the bottom of my heart, i am tired of everyone trying to sell me something

my life isnt perfect but at least im not doing a mans laundry

all yall make jokes about couples and their nonromantic third wheel having fun together, but im the one getting treated to food tonight by the couple im nonromantically third wheeling. you wish you were me

I'm sorry I read this as "necromantic third wheel" and went on a very rapid powerful imagination adventure. hello lovebirds I'm the skeleton here for breadsticks

no rest for me and im not even that wicked ?

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn

When you want to wallow but Robin Hobb wrote "You should leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life, my brother. You may enjoy unending pain. I do not. There is no shame in walking away from bones [...] Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is your loyalty to that pain? To abandon it will not lessen you."