#birdshitposting

my drafts are like; oh i’m shittalking, there’s a pope fic idea i wrote down when i was half asleep but the typos are so bad i genuinely cannot make out what i was trying to say so that just might be a lost cause, shittalking again, talking abt addiction, being a horny freak, rambling abt shawn hatosy, having an imposter syndrome moment, that one unfinished huckleabbot x reader blurb tumblr never saved to my drafts that i tried to rewrite but couldn’t remember what i actually wrote before, title cards for another two part fic that i probably won’t finish until 2028, talking abt addiction again, unfinished frank langdon fic, more shittalking, talking abt the dead brother representation in the pitt, talking abt addiction some more, unfinished pope cody fic, unfinished langbot x reader fic, one that is literally just pictures and memes of pball/frank, talking abt frank langdon taking strap, talking abt frank langdon, unfinished frank langdon fic, even more shittalking, etc. etc.

i need mel and frank to makeout RIGHT. NOW

nobody gets frank langdon like i do. that’s my boy. that’s twin. i ride for him. he’s my husband, my side bitch, my son, my brother in arms and my sponsee.

having dysautonomia is wearing a hoodie inside and wanting to take it off when you inevitably get sweaty, but not taking it off because you know the moment that you do you’ll be absolutely freezing again and get goosebumps within 0.2 seconds