#it’s okay I’ve had like two drinks tonight it will not interact w the meds and kill me

[cemeteryxdriven]

not me googling apps to create floor plans for fics so I don’t have to start building houses in sims again in order to have a solid mental picture and maintain continuity across multiple parts of a series because I’m so fucking pedantic about continuity

lmao watch me ask my dad to start helping me make house floor plans for my gay emo band smut because dyscalculia makes spatial stuff and anything involving numbers pure hell

I’ve done worse. back when I was cosplaying harley quinn for kink events, he made me a hand-carved suicide squad bat specifically designed to be wielded by me and my fucky shoulder… it’s now notorious at the event I used to bartend at, almost as notorious as I am for getting my buddies to beat the shit outta me with it lmao

ugh, maybe one day I’ll finally start a series based on my life in the kink scene… I don’t miss it all the time but I do rn. I miss the kink, the friends. I don’t miss the drama or insane drain on my social/emotional battery. idk how I’d do it though, bc if I’m gonna write about that as a lifestyle I’d wanna have more than just pwp. which might seem odd but like. kink runs far deeper than just sex. I’d need a solid overarching plot and detailed backstory and shit. and I’m already writing so many things at once I do not need another

I like how this started about floor plans and ended up with me waxing nostalgic over kink you cannot take me anywhere I swear

painkiller brain, lack of sleep and an alcyhol or two means stream of consciousness blogging tonight whoops