you shall sleep softly in my arms.

I read the skeleton king by charity b. bc it promised good necro but it was actually fake necro bc the mmc only sleeps with dead women bc he’s afraid of live women and once he gets a living gf he doesn’t want dead bodies anymore.

I’ve also become even more enamored with necrophilia. Not spn necro, just necro in general.

I wish I could write fic again. I wish I could write at all. I say this every time I dip my toes back into the tumblr pool that I think about deanjohn/sammary often, but it really is true. Part of me wants to ask for prompts because I haven’t written anything of any kind of significance, fic or original, in maybe a year. Maybe a prompt for a fandom I used to feel very competent in would help? But then I’m like, would I actually fill a prompt? I like to think I would, but I genuinely feel like I don’t know how to write anymore.

is deanjohn having another moment? just curious because my notifications sure are notifying.

And also i saw that TikTok of that guy being annoying about tagging shit on ao3, and that’s also really got my fucking goat.

The more I see this moral pushback against freakiness and “thought crimes” in fiction the more I just want to be an absolutely freakish menace.