ridiculous disaster

Ilya is the bitch wife, he’s the passenger princess, he’s the emotional support dog to his anxious lover, he’s the kind one-man welcome committee to all queer NHL players. He’s soft with everyone he loves, he’s still the child grieving his mother’s death, he’s David’s puzzle buddy, he’s Yuna’s favorite son, he’s scared of loons, he’s the obsessed pet parent who spoils his dog, and he’s Shane’s precious baby. He is also a 6’3 tank of a person and an asshole who exclusively tops and is allergic to his own emotions. It’s called the duality of man.

i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries

once i am perfect in every conceivable way i will be happy i can feel it

you'd think that "inhuman thing that isn't a person but speaks like a person and talking to it will slowly drive you mad" would only be found in folktales and fables and so on. but no. chatgpt

no one could ever accuse me of using AI to write my fic because I produce typos only achievable through man made innovation and the human spirit

once these 15 million different stressful situations resolve themselves I’m gonna be so normal again. I can be normal and not exhausted