#and I love rawnsyf and other people love rawnsyf and I don’t want to let them take that away

[sexynetra]

just logged on for the first time today and I saw all the twitter shit that happened, that’s gross I’m so sorry that happened to you :(( I get people not really liking rpf (even though imo there’s a diff between the drag persona and the real person but whatever) but its weird as hell that someone would go out of their way to post your fic on twt making fun of it like that :(( that person is probably just miserable and seeking validation. I bet that felt insane, I’ve got anxiety and I know I would be losing it over that 😭 I hope you feel better <33

Yeah I think part of what’s whacking me out is this person explicitly was like “I searched up Marcia college au and am actively reading this fic” so like…. Bestie you are the audience??? Why are you blasting this thing that YOU are going out of your way to read??? Like what the hell 😭

My anxiety has been doing bad and I do not have my anxiety meds so I’ve just been breathing and talking to people and trying to keep myself as calm as possible given the circumstances.

I’m doing better today though! One day at a time lmao

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Hi babes here is some rawnsyf I wrote on the plane ride home <3 I’m currently feeling very bad about my writing and finding it very hard to motivate myself but I loved writing this section! I hope you enjoy and hopefully my ass will kick into gear soon so I can get you all chapter 7 <3

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Anetra stepped away from Marcia, the tears that had been welling up in her big brown eyes finally spilling over and running down her flushed cheeks. “I need to do this. I need to— how fucking pathetic am I if I can’t do this? Choreographing is like… one of the only things I’m good at. And I fucking— if I can’t do this, what can I do? Am I that fucking broken? That I can’t even come up with stupid dance moves because a fucking Broadway song reminds me of my shitty childhood? A Broadway musical, Marcia. How embarrassing is that?”

“I’m gonna let that Broadway song comment slide because you’re sad,” Marcia said softly and Anetra let out a wet laugh.

“Sorry I didn’t mean—“

“It’s fine. I’m teasing. And if you really want to stick with this, you’ve got people who can help. I mean, I don’t know if Sasha or Kylie dance, but Luxx is okay, and Jax is a fucking star. I could help, if you want. I mean, I’ve been doing theater since I could stand. And dancing always came pretty easily to me,” Marcia offered, fighting back the urge to wrap the other girl up in her arms and hold her until her tears dried. “And if you ever want to talk about whatever is causing all this, I promise I’m a better listener than I seem.”