It’s Lit

related: when you think "this has Implications the author didn't think about" and then it turns out the author was thinking about them the whole time

you get me

Writing is wild. One day you’re unstoppable and the next day you’re staring at your keyboard like it personally betrayed you.

when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”

This post is so old I almost forgot why I think “proceed with the tale of dicks” every time I click on it now

imagine how i felt the other day when i tried to get into ao3 on a new device and blithely thought, “ha, i think i saw a tumblr post about this once.”

love that callidus survived and vis told him the truth after they both recovered haha

My pen is basically a therapist I pay in ink and paper.

non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc