The Hungry City

you may have noticed that my blog is disorganized and thematically incoherent and my tag game is weaker by the day. this is commentary on the chaos of modern existence

yeah sure whatever

hey don't cry. think about Blorbo struggling to get up, coughing up blood <3

I think I am officially Fandom Old. I am so worn out from the arguments on who's the top or the bottom (who cares), what is allowed to be written (anything you want, bejeebus), what is Problematic (I know, just tag it), what other people Should Do (they Should live their lives free of judgment). There isn't a Right Way to do things. Tag your stuff appropriately, don't read stuff you don't want to read, and leave other people (me) alone.

There is nothing quite like the freedom of having gone through all of the Discourse and come out the other side into the promised land of Not Giving A Fuck.

The three keys to the promised land are “Block, Unfollow, and Do Not Engage” 

I just love that multiple people not only though “the black one is a princess and those are her bodyguards” but also came to the conclusion “they’re also, obviously, samurai.”

free my girl she did all that and that’s what makes her such a compellingly complex character. that’s her essence

8 hours of decent sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a beautiful horse and i will never die'

2 hours of bad sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a stranded whale and i need to be covered in dynamite in an ill-advised attempt to clear the beach'

0 hours of sleep will have you thinking things like "I am a stranded horse covered in beautiful, ill-advised whales that can never die" and "I bet I can fix this with dynamite".

It’s unfortunate and tragic and painful but it’s true: putting your previous draft on one monitor screen and then pulling up a blank document on your second monitor and retyping it from scratch? It genuinely makes it SO much better

saw someone say “if the cat blog posts any more of their spider erotica, I’m out of here,” so let this be a warning that it’s only going to get worse. we’re in the peaceful early stages. when this book actually goes up for sale I am gonna be commissioning so many images of tender spider lovemaking. in a horror movie this would be the ‘getting weird vibes from the local at the gas station’ stage, like you still have a chance to turn your car around and make it out alive