#human mess

And there was a very handsome tall man there buying stuff for a dog and my baby trans, kinda gay ass was totally transfixed on him and I had to try and play it cool and I failed miserably.

He kinda realised I was watching and I got awkward and turned away incriminatingly fast and help me why am I such a mess

OH WAIT it's because I'm ace/aro (possibly demi-ro idk), that's even beside the whole trans/gay thing and I have no idea how to handle anything about seeing an attractive human.

okay: as some of you know, I’ve been writing this space pirates au thing that is honestly starting to spiral RAPIDLY out of hand. i’m talking 30k-no-signs-of-slowing-down spiral, with subplots and overarching problems and background characters demanding fully fleshed out stories out of hand.

and my outline is.... suffering.

so I was wondering, for fellow writers who have written longer fics, major AUs, or even their own novels / etc, do you have any tips for planning and outlining this? how do you outline? DO you outline? 

I mean, I’m trying here, but I’m not super organized at the best of times and I don’t want to mess anything up if anyone has any great suggestions on how to... not.

I’m tagging everyone I can think of off the top of my head who writes - even if you only write shorter things I’d love to have your advice on your planning/outlining processes! (if I didn’t tag you but you have advice: PLS SHARE IT ANYWAYS)

<3 thanks in advance, beautiful individuals!

we pining bois.

just finished reading ‘Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda’ and texted a gc of people who know the book, and she, that beautiful gal, complimented me?? like,, she said i read fast which i don’t know why i’m freaking out but,, compliment? 

 Hello

 We are gathered here today to discuss my luck or lack thereof.

 I am not being over dramatic when I say that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong when you’re talking about me and my daily situations. I dont really know what happened tho, neither do I remember when it started, but I will let you know my earliest memory of me being a mess.

 It was my first birthday. As in, I was a baby, only breathing and living for about twelve months. Up until that point I guess I couldnt really mess up that bad. I needed help for a couple things. I think I had learnt how to walk maybe a couple months back and my parents say I was good at it. I never crawled actually, just went straight to homo erectus mode (do NOT quote me on this, I have ZERO knowledge on the evolutionary stages, I just wanted to add the word erectus to a post, sue me).

 My parents were throwing me a birthday party and at the house I lived at, at the time, there were two tiny steps to the main entrance door. Nothing too tall, nothing too concerning, especially for a kid who was walking up and down those stairs everyday. It was literally two steps, like, what could go wrong?

 So on the morning of my birthday party, according to my mom, I forgot those steps were there and just fell face flat on the concrete floor. I just, forgot the fucking steps. So I ended with scratches on my face, nothing too bad and nothing permanent, it didnt leave any physical scars. Or psychological ones, if that matters, I can barely remember falling down those steps.

What I do remember is walking around the party with a cloth on my head for some reason. I asked my mom about it and she showed me a photo from that day “You didnt need it at all. You just decided you were going to walk around like that for the entire party”.

 This is the story of how I tried to create a fashion trend.

 All the love,