Hi!

“Your mom” gone wrong. Not the right person.

Imagine spending all your energy being cool and mysterious 24/7.

What an idiot have I mentioned I love him?

it's a danny/elliot fic from the movie the gay deceivers, one of two only fics for this movie on that site, i'd be stoked if you checked it out!

I feel like so much of my life has been spent trying to find this effortless sort of middle ground everyone else seems to automatically already know, and I'm always swinging too far one way or the other. I'm lucky to have neurodivergent friends who grok me, but goddamn I wish that I could just like, exist without the constant background script in my brain that's like "you're being too loud. You're not talking enough. you're being self-centered. you're being boring. you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong." I feel like I'm back in high school trying to make friends but stuck as the eternal "weird kid"