tumblr is like an abandoned space station & you all are the thing in the vents

not me though. im girl with tanktop

Me: *looking over my fanfics* Well, in my defense, I was left unsupervised with these blorbos. I cannot be held accountable.

getting older is all about getting weirder and sexier and more perverted and gluttonous and intelligent and blunt and eloquent and spontaneous and skilled. i love that for us.

i think there is something fundamentally wrong with me but that's okay

[id: a yellow sign reading in capital black letters, "All gods must be kept on a leash" /end id]

shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics

It’s not senseless violence to me, not if it’s you

i love plot so much. i love bearing witness to an unraveling of events. i love seeing characters navigate an intricate world in ways that evolve or destroy them. and as much as i complain about characters going off script, i love letting mine surprise me. it's so easy to lose sight of the fun of writing when you're muscling through its challenges, and i don't think we talk about the magic of discovering your own story nearly enough.

More people should get into poly shipping. Both because polyamory is awesome and because it's really fun to make complicated ass diagrams

remember when you’re writing a gross and terrible power dynamic that you should be asking yourself constantly how you could make it worse and sexier

"who's your blorbo?" is singular? in this economy?? I don't know how y'all are doing it, but it costs me 6 blorbos minimum just to get through the fucking day. due to inflation. :(

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry