writing and sharing well over 600,000 words of fanfiction over the past six years in no way prepared me for the sheer fucking horror that is sharing my original writing with people I know in real life. sharing your original writing with real people you know personally feels like handing over your heart to anubis to be weighed. like here's the contents of my soul in 100,000 words. it's taken years of my life to write. I hope you don't think it's stupid

Maybe cutting this was wrong

the aroace read of ryland grace is so personal and haunting. "you don't even have a dog." was it not enough to love the world for the sake of living in it. was it not enough to live for the thrill of discovery. was it not enough to smile at your students. was it not enough to be afraid.

i do appreciate the way that we tumblr users have evolved our language to discuss our feelings related to The Character/The Guy. you used to have to just say he was hot or he was making your ovaries explode or he was a precious cinnamon roll even if he looked bad or was just kind of standing there or whatever. now you can say things like “the creature” or “he looks so sopping wet here” or “i want to chain him to my radiator” like it’s just more inclusive and adaptable to the situation

as someone on the asexual spectrum, this shift in language genuinely made me feel more comfortable and happy in fandom spaces. i've never once wanted to lick a man's abs. i HAVE wanted to chain a man to my radiator. and that's beautiful.

Rotating the blorbo in the microwave of your mind just says so much. No specifics needed.

I think he would've trained in basic first aid and maybe liked watching some medical dramas but that is the extent of his knowledge.