3 fusilis in a trenchcoat

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

my best writing advice *about* writing advice is that you absolutely do not have to follow all the popular advice you see BUT ☝️ you have to make sure you're not following it on purpose

"I understand why people give this advice and how it can benefit prose or narrative on a purely technical level, but have decided not to follow it" is a valid and very exciting way to approach the artform, but you can also only reach this point if you engage meaningfully with whatever the advice is first

hey i saw you across the echo chamber and i really liked what you were saying

You are so tiny compared to me, and I hate how much I like it. Your little hands disappearing under mine, your body so easy to move, so easy to lift, so easy to place exactly where I want you. I would not ask you to change positions, sweetheart. I would just take you, turn you, pin you down and ruin your soaking little holes until all that pretty attitude turns into trembling, whining, useless obedience. Such a perfect little fucktoy when you finally stop pretending you are anything else.

I wasn’t built to be employed. I need to stay up until 4 am like a normal person

me sexting: if that is amenable to you

love when an absolute nightmare of a character is introduced and all you can think is "jesus christ buddy what the hell is your problem" and the narrative gives you a hot minute to stew before explaining Exactly what is Their Problem. and you just sorta sit back in your metaphorical rocking chair and think "huh. yeah okay fair. that would do this to a person, yes."

And for the lady, perhaps a MFM threesome where the guys are also a little gay for each other?

The "we shouldn't be doing this" as we're uncontrollably heavy breathing into each others mouths

does anyone want to do sidequests together