#anyway I have no idea what the posting schedule will be

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift - Part 3 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: definitely swearing, no smut, the word fucked being uttered, teasing, such slow burn A/N: EVERYBODY. Let me start by saying how much I love Y'ALL so much for the love these two chapters have gotten. This one is a tad shorter but finally reader and Yoongi are interacting. I have created a masterlist and I will update links tomorrow, but it's late right now. I hope you enjoy this. I'm so excited to keep writing this for as long as you'll have me!

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 2

“I’m not giving a daily shift report, Eunji! That’s ridiculous!” 

Your shoulders are shaking, amused by your friend’s silly request. As you walk the halls to the library, you say hi to some students you know, your phone held precariously between your shoulder and ear. You stop by a display case, checking your reflection and your outfit. You’d been putting more attention into your outfits recently. You always did care to look put together, but you did have a pretty low-key, low-maintenance style, which, with your busy schedule, was of the utmost importance. Except when you were hoping to bump into a certain someone.

“Anyways…I should go back. I never leave the desk unattended for this long. I’ll see you in a few hours. You sure you still wanna go on a run?” You ask, lowering your voice while swiping your ID at the turnstiles. 

“Yes, yes, and yes! I swear I won’t flake on you this time.” You hear the guilt in her voice, lips curling.

“I know you won’t. Okay, gotta go for real this time. Go to sleep.” You playfully order.

She teasingly mocks your tone, “Yes, mom!” Both snorting, you finally say goodbye as you return to your post. 

A couple of weeks had passed since the Tangerine Incident, the term your friends had so affectionately decided to codename your encounter with Yoongi. Since then, no more fruit-related surprises have been left at your desk. You don’t even think you’ve seen him since, making you think this was a one-off. You don’t hide your disappointment, but in all fairness, you know that you could have reached out, too. Something you do notice about the man, though?

Min Yoongi is elusive as fuck.

You’ve been keeping an eye out for him in the library, but since that day? Nothing at all. You even saw him around campus beforehand, but no glimpse of him at all. It’s like he disappeared. 

“Fuck it.” Whispering the words to yourself, you decide you’ll talk to his friend Namjoon tomorrow. What’s the worst that could happen?

You wipe your hands on your jeans for what feels like the hundredth time this hour. You never anticipated being nervous like this.

Your class is almost over, and any moment now, you have to speak to Namjoon. Right when your shift finished, you skipped sleep to go to the store. And whether it was lack of sleep or not, you got the idea to make Yoongi a ‘thanks for the tangerine’ gift. Didn’t consist of much past a note and some tangerines neatly arranged in the smallest of baskets, a tangerine plushy also tucked in the middle of it all. You hid the gift in a simple bag sitting discreetly at your feet. 

You snap your head up to the front of the class when the teacher announces a quiz next class, effectively ending the class, and this is your cue. You quickly pack up and grab the bag at your feet, and you’re just lucky Namjoon is talking to a classmate as you approach. 

“Hey, Namjoon?” The man in question turns his entire body in one swift movement, and you know he recognizes you because he’s not even surprised. “Hi.”

His face lights up, “Hey!” He says your name as if to make sure he’s remembering it right, and you can’t hide the shock on your features. You never expected him to know you. 

You’re honest with him, “I didn’t think you knew who I was…to be honest.” 

He laughs, and what’s even more shocking to you is that it’s earnest, “I do know who you are…”

You huff a laugh, “Seems like it…”

You both laugh, and you appreciate his social awareness because he waits until everybody has left the class, leaving the two of you only.

“What can I help you with?”

Oh yeah, I came here for a reason. You quick glance to the bag in your hand and back to him, “I’m not, like, keeping you from anything, am I?” 

He smiles at you, seemingly enjoying your nerves, “Nah, I’m all good…”

“Okay…” trailing off, you inhale deeply before handing him the bag, “so, I was wondering if you could pass this on to your friend…”

You see the quirk of his eyebrow before catching on, “Oh! Uh, Yoongi. It’s for Yoongi.” You spot the way his lips curl into the smallest grin. “He uh, he’ll understand, I think, what it is.”

You’re grateful Namjoon doesn’t check what’s in the bag, just takes it from you and looks up to you, grin still ever present, “Can I ask why he’s getting a gift from a pretty girl?” It’s light teasing, you know that, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling heat rise in your cheeks. 

“It’s not…it’s not what it looks like…” you’re stuttering, completely caught off guard before straightening yourself out.

He reaches out to grab your shoulder with his free hand, eyes gentle and apologetic, “I’m teasing…I’m sorry.” He puts his hand to his chest, keeping his eyes on you.

You release a breath you’ve been keeping, laughing softly when you realize everything is fine, “Okay, truth is, he was nice to me the other night, and it might be much, but this is me saying thank you. I just…I haven’t seen him around to give it to him.”

He looks like he’s contemplating your words but shrugs, “I’ll make sure he gets it.”

You sigh in relief, your entire body finally relaxing, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

You both stand there in silence for a moment before you grab your bag, “I should go. I have one more class before heading off to work…”

You give him a quick bow and thank him again, turning to walk away before he calls out for you. You whip around with eyes wide, and he smiles, “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” 

This makes you smile, nodding and thanking him. You walk down the halls to your next class with relief washing over you. It’s done. Now, whether or not you ever speak to Min Yoongi is all up to you, him, or the universe. And that brings you relief like no other. 

It’s finally Friday. 

You stretch in your chair, bones cracking and sighing, a smile stretched onto your lips. 

This week has felt particularly long; the pressures of school building the further into the semester you got. You look at the essay you just finished after days of constantly rewriting it. Eunji and Hwayoung even had to pry you away from your laptop the day before because you nearly threatened to throw it at the wall of your shared apartment. 

What’s even more surprising is that because of an exam you prepared for, you got the day off, meaning your Friday night was actually free for once, and yet, here you were in the library. But for school work. 

You really never leave this place.

You get up to stretch your legs, grabbing your phone and earbuds to listen to music while walking around. You glance at the time, keeping track of it before you need to meet your friends at a restaurant to celebrate Eunji’s birthday. You appreciate how well they know you, choosing to do dinner with you and clubbing in Itaewon with just the two of them afterward. 

You return to your floor, and as you round the corner, you are startled into a full stop at seeing Yoongi standing next to your table. He looks up at that moment, and your gaze shifts to the familiar orange fruit in his hand. A blue post-it is in his other hand, and you mouth the air, removing your earbuds as you step closer to him. You both feel caught, but you’re the first to smile, albeit shyly. 

“Hi?” You sound unsure, but you stand across from him, the table between you.

He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving your figure, “Hey…”

You glance down at the tangerine, nodding in its direction, “Is that for me?”

“Mhm.” You watch how he lets it go, shoving the post-it in his pocket. Damn it. You really wanted to know what he’d written on there. “You working tonight?”

You shake your head, “Birthday plans.” He perks up, prompting you to correct yourself. “Not mine, though. No, that passed already.”

Silence falls on your conversation, but it’s not uncomfortable. You don’t know what is going through his head while he’s watching you, and you don’t want to be the girl reading too much into it. But you can almost swear he was actually taking all of you in. And you have to be honest with yourself, too. He looks handsome in his grey hoodie, light blue loose-fitted jeans, and pair of Air Jordans. His backpack slung over the one shoulder, half-open. 

“Did Namjoon pass on my basket?” 

The question seems to hit him like a freight train because he suddenly blushes, mouth hanging as he mouths the air. His eyes flit about the table, like his brain is processing how to answer your question. He’s not embarrassed about the basket, but he’s embarrassed about something. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your eyebrows quirk, an infectious grin plastered on your lips.

“I wanted to.” He breathes out loudly at your words. “You didn’t have to leave that tangerine that night either…” You remark. 

He opens his mouth to speak, shutting it when the words don’t come as easily to him as he hoped. His cheeks are pink, and he’s licking his lips nervously the entire time he thinks of something to say.

But he seems to settle for accepting his fate, “I wanted to.” 

You snort softly, a giggle following as you cover your mouth. You don’t notice how his eyes soften when you do that, the way he relaxes. God damn it. You’re completely charmed by his seemingly standoff-ish but caring nature.

“Then,” you reach forward to grab the tangerine on the table, “thank you again.” You maintain eye contact with him as his gaze follows the length of your arm to your eyes. “Do I get to know what that post-it said?”

Right away, he says, “Nope.” 

You snicker, and he tilts his head as you shake yours, “Okay. I guess I’ll have to settle for that for now.” 

“For now?” 

“Oh, yeah, for now. I will find out what’s on there.”

Yoongi is delighted at your confidence, gazing at you getting ready to leave. He feels an incredible amount of fondness for your interaction. You never let go of the tangerine, slipping your jacket on and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” You say, smiling fondly. 

You start turning when he calls out to you, and how your name slips from his mouth causes your heart to skip as you look back, “Yes?” God, do you have to sound so eager?

“Gimme.” His outstretched hand makes you frown until he steps close enough to take the tangerine out of your hand. And what he does surprises you. He starts peeling it for you. You watch his fingers work at removing it, entirely focused on his task, and you take this moment to truly look at him up close. 

When he’s finished, he keeps the peel in his hand, giving you the tangerine back as you gently take it from him, “Thanks. Again.” He grins at that, holding your gaze.

“Go, don’t be late for those birthday plans.” 

You’re nodding as you start walking away from him. He’s close behind, and when you leave the building, you notice him headed in the opposite direction. Glancing over your shoulder to watch his back retreating, you summon confidence from God knows where and call out to him this time. You’re giddy with his amused look when he waits for you to speak. 

“I don’t bite,” his jaw goes slack, “don’t be a stranger, mhm?” 

You bite your lower lip while walking backwards, giggling when you twist your body around at the last possible moment and leaving Min Yoongi completely and utterly shaken to his core. And fucked. So fucked.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Post separator credit to @hyuneskkami

[anxiousapplepie]

Ah, if it isn't the eternal problem of your brain suddenly deciding to switch gears because this other story is much more appealing than what you should be working on for future project reasons. I intimately know this issue because my own characters / stories just love to pop up some days and demand all my attention or else. And unfortunately, I do not have much of a solution to offer. But I do have some words of comfort.

If you've been struggling with figuring out certain details of RK, or plot points or how one thing will transition into the next and so on, focusing on something else will give time for either something to come along to spark ideas for RK and help you precisely with what you're working on, or you listen to the lyrics of a music piece and suddenly you are thunderstruck! By inspiration. (Or maybe that one is just me.)

Anyway, I'm gonna make this problem worse and kindly ask for the details (and maybe basic plot) of the deliveryman in the post-zombie-apocalypse and his adorable robo dog. Keep it simple or be elaborate, dealer's choice. If it helps, I'll make sure to ask an RK question next if you very much need it.

"well well well, if it isn't the unpredictable whims of my brain! switching gears without warning and throwing all of my nicely laid plans off the table again!" XD Haha this ain't the first time my brain has switches fixations on a dime, and I know it won't be the last time either. It just!! took me by surprise, because I was drowning in Rose Knights and all of a sudden I've fallen into this old steampunk/apocalyptic story I forgot existed until 2 days ago??? Weird! Your comforting words have reassured me this is all okay tho <3 and I absolutely agree some time to focus on a different project will do me good. I think I've been forcing myself to pour all my creativity into RK for the last few weeks, and it's time I rebelled and did something else for a change. Even just a few days might make all the difference for my enthusiasm to draw again :3

Also how dare you attempt to make this problem worse for me, mate. HOW. DARE (I say, gladly wanting this excuse to talk about SD)

So! Special Delivery is about the adventures of a postman named Patrick, set in a steampunk / post-apocalyptic setting full of more types of undead than you can poke a stick at. Also robots are sentient sometimes!

Between all the natural dangers, the unnatural dangers, the supernatural dangers, and the crocodiles (they deserved their own category) being a postman is actually a bloody dangerous job. Moreso than the other types of dangerous jobs! But despite the risks, Patrick takes it upon himself to deliver the news and the mail to those who need his service. And there isn't anything he won't do to track someone down or keep a package safe until it arrives at it's destination.

Then there's Jemima, the robot dog that was built to protect and escort postmen on their rounds through the more dangerous parts of the wasteland and cities! She's a good girl, but unfortunately Patrick thinks he doesn't need a fancy metal dog to keep him safe. And Jemima really wishes Patrick would stop riding through zombie hoards and walking through deathtraps just to shave off 2 extra minutes of time on his "schedule". But she's deeply loyal, and Patrick won't deny giving this anxious dog a purpose in life. Even if that purpose is giving Jemima one [singular] letter to hold. XD

Obviously there's a lot more to it than this, but this is the gist of SD! And if you want to make my life more difficult and much more fun anyone is free to ask questions about this awful postman! In the meantime, thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble about another one of my original stories!

[ineffable-kelpie]

Rating: T

Wordcount: 58,544

Chapters: 12/12

Summary:

Crowley has spent the last two years learning to cope with Aziraphale's absence. So when Aziraphale shows up with no memories, and Crowley is the only one who can help, it's not an easy thing to deal with.

(Crowley’s perspective of the events of Light the Corners of my Mind)

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[youling-the-ghost]

More handwritten fanfiction!!

I've decided to just write this entire bubbamiah fic in my notebook and honestly it's so much fun to write on paper. I've said this before but I genuinely recommend you try this out if you're a writer, even if it's just for a bit. It makes you think about your word choices more because it's so much harder to edit a mistake when it's on paper.

[writingboutbrainrot]

All of Me Loaves All of You [ch2]

[ch0 | NOW ON A03]

Today was the big day. Louise was woken up way too early for her taste, 6 a.m., to go to the wedding venue. To save on costs the whole thing was very DIY - aside from renting a ballroom and hiring a caterer, no way was Bob Belcher catering at his own daughter’s reception and missing out on the important stuff. Besides, he still hated catering. 

So Louise had to be up at the buttcrack of dawn to go and help make sure everything was perfect. Which of course she was the perfect person for the overseeing of...just not for another few hours. Or at least 5 or so shots of espresso. Which she halfway downed on the drive with her parents and Gene.

Zeke’s cousin Leslie was already unfolding chairs outside when the Belchers arrived, a gaggle of children running around and not really helping. Who was helping though was a very tired looking blonde. Louise grimaced as Logan spun around, swinging a chair like Leatherface as he tried to not hit any of the children dashing about. He was very off balance and Louise sipped her caffeine and hoped she’d see him fall. Maybe he’d twist his ankle and someone else would have to stand it as best man. Leslie would be a suitable choice, he could even dance.

No such luck. Brown eyes squinted as the man righted himself and managed to set the chair down without incident. They then looked down at her just as dark coffee as the blonde started walking over with one of those smarmy little smirks of his.

“You gonna help with the labor or just stare at the workers?” he chided, arms crossed and that left brow of his raised so high Louise thought it may get lost in his bangs. Not bangs she could hide under like an umbrella if it rained, but a jungle that her fingers would probably get ensnared in if she- 

She blinked. Then she scoffed. “Unlike yooou, I have the all important job of making sure the bride doesn’t lose her shit. This means that I don’t have to do manual labor, thank you very much.”

Logan rolled his eyes and huffed a little, but then he motioned to the building. “Bride-not-zilla is in there with Susmita already.” He looked like he was about to say something else, but Louise spoke first,

“Great well you keep doing a mediocre job out here and I’m gonna go crush it in the dressing room.” 

She pushed past him, a little bit of coffee splashing his shirt and giving a “ha!” when he called out her name in an accusing whine. 

Dodging way too rambunctious children, Louise crossed the lawn and the ballroom. Then she cracked the door open for a decency check before sliding in. Linda had beelined when they arrived and was flitting about while Susmita handed a robed Tina a thermos.

“Bit early for vodka ain’t it?” Louise cracked. Her sister gave a sleepy glare. She shrugged and muttered, “Tough crowd,” and went to the pile of bags. She and her mom had put their stuff in the same bag and now was the time for Louise to dig around. They had a couple of hours before they were needed for the photoshoots, but Louise knew if she wanted to avoid manual labor she should get ready asap.

“Louise don’t you wanna lounge for a bit in the fancy robes?” Linda asked, waving a fluffy pink robe around. The question stopped Louise in her tracks. She stared at the cloth in question as it beckoned like a siren. If she put that on then not only would she not be forced out of the room, but she also wouldn’t have to use any effort to make herself up much earlier than she needed.

“Yes Mother, I would like to lounge in the fancy robes, thank you.” Louise agreed while putting down the bag. She took the robe from her mom and slid it over her pj’s. The microfiber fleece lulled her into a sense of security. How can Tina be grumpy in this?! she wondered for a moment. But then she remembered how little sleep everyone had gotten.

“Alright so. What’s the game plan Sus?” She decided it was going to be much better directing all inquiries to the bride’s maid who had it all together.

-x-x-x-

An hour of sitting around later and Louise found herself growing….bored. She was currently hanging upside down on the settee, scrolling aimlessly on her phone. Her coffee was gone and replaced with a mimosa flute. Which she was nursing because she felt like 8 am was too early for alcohol but Linda was still always ready to get a party started.

“Besides, Louise, a mimosa is a morning drink. It’s perfectly acceptable,” the older woman insisted while lifting her own flute up.

“It’s a brunch drink, Mom,” she countered with a smile. “Brunch starts at 11, 10 if you’re being generous.”

“9 am if you’re in the Philippines,” Susmita chimed in without looking away from her tablet. Louise heard a Level Up come from the device and caught Susmita grin.

Linda let out a tchk. “Ahhhh you girls and your cement-ticks.”

“Semantics, Mom,” Tina joined in. Her tea was finally kicking in, she still wasn’t allowed to have coffee after that whole espresso episode she had as a teen.

“What did I say?”

“Nevermind, Mrs. Belcher. Hey, do you know when Gretchen will be here?” Susmita asked, expertly redirecting the subject. Louise admired that. It was nice to have someone else who could handle the family.

And like magic, the door opened to reveal….Tammy and Jocelyn. Louise groaned the smallest amount. The two may have grown up over the years, and sure Louise and Tammy have had their fair share of “same wavelength” moments but... 

“Tinaaa, girl we’re heereee!” Tammy exclaimed with way too much energy for 8 in the morning. She made a type of shrill sound that Louise wasn’t sure she could describe. “I can’t believe you’re getting married today!”

“Yeaah you’re, like, making it so official today,” Jocelyn added in the same lilted monotone she’s always had. Her head turned to the minibar next. “Ooo is that orange juice?”

Some things don’t change and it was just too early. So Louise took this as her cue to stop hiding inside and flipped herself off the settee. “Whelp looks like you’ve got enough people to hold down the fort in here T, I’m gonna make sure everything’s going smooth on the battlefield,” she announced while straightening out her robe.

Before Tina could protest, Louise gave her older sister a quick kiss to the top of her head which was graciously washed this morning, and headed out the door with her mimosa in hand.

She didn’t immediately regret it, even if she had to quickly dodge a gaggle of scamps rushing by. But she did so without spilling mimosa, so that was a win. Smirking to herself, she noticed Gene shuffling by.

“Yo Gene, where’s the fire?” she called, already heading toward them. 

The middle Belcher looked around without stopping. “Oh Louise!” They gave an appraising up and down glance before pointing. “I do hope that I have a robe waiting for me in either dressing room.” When Louise just raised her eyebrow, they shrugged and turned back to watch where they were going. “The fire’s at Alex’s van. Not a real fire, this time, just that the equipment is there and it needs to be-” they flailed an arm in the general direction of the building, “there.”

Louise now regretted coming outside. Or at least regretted blindly following her sibling. Carrying equipment while holding a drink was going to be way more work than she planned on doing.

“Bob why don’t you trade m-” a voice grabbed Louise’s attention, shaking her from her musings. Not that she’d admit just whose voice did that. A little ways in front of them Bob was at a wizard painted van with Alex and Logan, waving the blonde away with one arm and clutching something that looked hefty in the other.

“I got it, Logan, don’t-” pause for straining noise, “don’t worry about it.”

Gene and Louise shared an eye roll and hurried a little faster to the group. Louise shouted out, “Dad come on you’re one wrong breath away from dying at any moment, let the middle aged guy throw out his back instead.”

Close enough now, Louise could see Logan huff and roll his eyes. “I’m not even 30, Four Ears.”

“And?” she quipped back, not having any real backup. Which she cleverly hid with a sip of her drink. Seeming to pick his battles, Logan just shook his head. Louise thought she saw the corner of his lips tug up. But that’s something neither of them would admit.

Turning her attention back to her elderly father, Louise tutted. “For real, Dad, let someone else get that. I’ll trade you,” she said while holding out her half empty flute. The fast action caught the patriarch off guard and he precariously handed the cargo over in exchange. Louise finished the transaction by taking a careful step towards Logan. 

“And now you take this,” she chimed while lifting the luggage by the handle. When the almost-30 year old took it without a second thought Louise prided herself on not cackling right away. The double take he did when he realized what happened caused her to burst, however.

Of course she had expertly weaseled her way into carrying the smallest thing there was. “You were really going to make the father of the bride carry a cd case? You monster,” she teased. 

Logan let out a single bark of a laugh. “You should’ve been out here earlier when I handed him the extension cord.” The twinkle in his eye as Louise reached for imaginary pearls was not to be missed. And Louise thought she caught that too. “This is the last of it though. So classic Louise-timing.”

“Pssh, it’s an art, really,” the young woman boasted. She tried to block out Gene and Alex behind them. But when your sibling only knows stage whisper as a lowest setting that was difficult, especially when that skill is extended to their platonic soulmate.

It was Alex who spoke the question, “Do you think we’re going to perform at their wedding soon?” 

And Gene who answered, “Not for another 7 years.”

“Right, right. In their 30’s,” Alex concluded, referring back to Gene’s ancient prophecy. 

For the millionth time in 3 hours, Louise rolled her eyes. Gene said a lot of things off the cuff, and that was just one of those things. Her sibling was not a prophet, and she was never going to reconnect and marry Logan Barry Bush in her 30’s. For one thing, they had already reconnected now, before Louise’s 20’s. So that was already not going well in Gene’s favor. 

Still, she cast a quick glance at Logan and noticed that his face was just the slightest shade of pink. An impish smile took her face.

“I don’t know Logan, I think we should see if Hall and Oates would get back together for us. If they’re still alive in 7 years that is,” she said a little louder than normal. The blonde had the briefest moment of confusion before that rusty gear in his brain clicked over.

“Awh but I was really looking forward to Beyonce,” he pouted.

“I don’t think we’d be able to afford her baby,” she consoled. Cue the indignant gasps from the peanut gallery in the back, and a confused noise from Bob up front. Choosing to leave the former suffering, Louise called out to the latter, “Nothing, Pops!” Then shared a snicker with Logan.

And that really helped pass the steps back to the main area. Thankfully because Louise was thinking that she needed a refill-osa after that. God maybe I am turning into Mom a little. 

“So has anyone checked on Zeke?” she asked, setting down the cd case and opening the door to the building. Gene went right on past her, presumably to cash in on their own pink fuzzy robe. Without answering, so she assumed that was a “no”. So she looked directly at Logan.

“Yeah I’ve been checking in between tasks. He’s got the rest of the party in there with him for company.”

Satisfied with the answer, Louise gave a nod and went inside. Sure enough, Gene was walking out of the “girl’s room” in a fluffy pink robe and two flutes of whatever concoction they made. Louise knew one was non alcoholic for Alex, so it was probably just orange juice and Spryt. The two passed with a nod. However Gene paused and caught Louise’s attention.

“You’re not really gonna hire someone else to do music for your wedding, are you?”

The youngest Belcher sighed with a smile. “Of course not. If I ever get married you’re the first person I’m hiring. Third person I call. If I don’t dual-call Tina and Millie first I’m pretty sure they’d materialize and murder me.”

Gene laughed and gave a thoughtful, “That does sound like them.” Then they were out the door and waving one of the flutes around, splashing the contents everywhere. Louise chuckled and re-entered the bridal world once more.

Before she knew it, it was wedding time.

[ ch3]

[benzgarfield]

Pit Babe First Season Final Q Wrap - November 12, 2023

bbenzalert, bankpun.np, topten.ss, ping.orbnithi, michaelkvs, ppoohkt IG stories

[wolfsplosion]

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[gendervapor14]

i left a comment i've been meaning to leave for weeks!!

huh? did i reply to any of my comments?

.....

no.

but i left a comment. progress has been made.

[keeps-ache]

and i Don't need to be detailed or very realistic with my worldbuilding! because L. ron hubbard existed at some point and

[ladyseidr]

william "me and my Perfect Societally-Idealized Family" af.ton vs. jayne being a polyamorous lesbian who regularly scandalizes people on purpose and knows william is bullshitting himself ( even if he won't hear it )

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[conflictedkismet]

born to dm, forced to face The Horrors

[stereax]

woohoo spiraling out of control right now (what else is new really I've been fucked up and spiraling for weeks now) and trying to figure out reasons not to delete my tumblr and discord and myself along the way

but you know. talking about myself on my blog automatically means I'm attention seeking and fishing for pity right? should just shut up and stick to the news eh, it's all I'm good for :D

anyway if you need me I'll be in the corner reliving the past, coming to terms with reality, and trying to convince myself I'm not the problem despite every indication to the contrary ✌︎︎

[inquirenorth]

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[sillimancer]

I can't find it and don't remember who said it but I saw something where op was comparing liberals' reaction to hearing AI the same way conservatives react to hearing pronouns and I'm gonna be thinking about that all night now