#thanks for being nice anon

[sharonisthebettercarter]

no hate but i don’t think madelyn was actually written to be romantically interested in or even really attracted to homelander. she definitely groomed him and would actively take advantage of his vulnerability which still really doesn’t make her any better but yk

i get what you're sayin' sweetheart... don't worry, i'm not gonna blow up on you, you were polite and for that at least i can thank you<3

it's up to interpretation and i think most in fandom actually see it this way too, but for me?

ultimately, i don't think it matters cause she still fucked him up pretty bad.

to a degree, i actually think this makes it worse (albeit a different kind of worse... but certainly not any better for sure) because it would mean that she was consciously aware that she was manipulating and leading on a child and didn't actually care or give a shit about him as *a child*, or even want him as an adult.

grooming him was just a means to an end and there was no pedophilic disorder (yes this is a real thing, not all people with it are actual predators that harm anyone and they can get treated for it before they harm anyone just the same, altho research to help has unfortunately been minimal) of any kind to attribute her actions to. which probably means that in the end...

she didn't see him as human either. just as a weapon or tool or an animal to use as she saw fit and that's... that's um... it's a lot.

honestly the whole situation with madelyn made me super uncomfortable watching and later thinking back on it, i know the ship is great for some and they should be allowed to explore that to the heart's content, have at it y'all.

but it's super triggering for me and i just... i can't.

if i'm honest, it really makes me wanna cry or vomit or somethimes both. it is one of the darkest things that happens to homelander, and i feel like *the* thing that is most likely to be dismissed in fandom, *especially* by some of those that proudly proclaim to love him.

i would even wager it's possible that *this* particular trauma that stillwell gave him is *exactly* the trauma that stunted his growth. i think he's *stuck* at the specific age he met *madelyn* and started interacting with her as his attachment to her even after he killed her was...

and that could mean a number of things, including the possibility that *a lot* more happened than we actually know about (and i would not at all be surprised if they confirmed this later as it would explain... well, let's just say it'd bridge a few more things)

lots of people think their relationship went the furthest it had ever gone at the end of the first season, and that it's mostly just *homelander* being attached and weird, but his *attachment* always struck me as way *way* deeper and traumatic than that, and that mindset has always felt a very dismissive to me. i don't know if i believe that and i wouldn't be surprised if the story proved otherwise eventually.

also anon... you made me sad and now i'm sad :(((((((((((((((((((((((( if at least a bit calmer with my blood pressure gone down, so again thanks for being poiite ;) still sad tho :(((((((((((((

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[jesuistrestriste]

your android art makes me think of the spielberg movie ai artificial intelligence (idk if you've watched it i recommend tho) where jude law plays i think a version of an android gigolo, i think that's what they call it? basically a robot prostitute...see where i'm going with that? the concept of prostitute android art....let that sink in 🚰🚪

i haven’t seen that film, but it sounds right up my alley and im very interested in how spielberg portrayed androids. hm. i will need to check this out soon, thank you for the rec..

also im opening the door and letting that sink in as we speak.

going off of something i mentioned in another ask: android!art exists in a universe similar to the one depicted in the video game detroit: become human, and in that game androids are used to fill a variety of different job positions—home aides, detectives, housekeepers, sex workers, etc. there’s even a club dedicated to commodifying an androids ability to engage in sexual acts (the eden club), aka it’s a club that allows individuals to rent a particular sex android for an allotted amount of time within the establishment. they go into a private room and do whatever they do.

could i see android!art being created specifically to be a sex-focused model? yes.

in the large fic ive been working on forever and have yet to post, i made him a household model designed to assist with cleaning, conversing, caretaking, and the like. it just fit him so well in my mind, esp because ive always been a big advocate for house husband!art (“cooking and cleaning” fic, you will always rest loyally in my heart). however, with how beautifully and tenderly his design team crafted him, i could see him being pushed out as a model for the sex clubs instead.

he’s got toned muscles that can be used to assist him in picking up and pinning down patrons, a pair of soft lips and a willing tongue that can work expertly into all of the little grooves of one’s body, and big blue eyes that are able to convey nothing stronger than they convey adoration and arousal. i think if he was a sex model, he would obviously be programmed as a switch—rough and mean when someone wants it, soft and pleading when they command it. his noises would also vary based on the person’s preference; whimpers, whines, moans, groans, growls, yelps. think he’d also be programmed to orgasm very hard every time he’s physically or verbally prompted to, w/ an adjustable refractory period. want to make him come in five minutes and be ready for more in two? sure thing! he can do it all:)

definitely going to write a nsfw blurb about this soon.

[witch-hammer]

Please ignore my carpet I need to vacuum

Look it! I’m so close to being done!

[tackytigerfic]

Do harry and draco ever get the chance to meet little Scorpius ??🥹

Yes! I'll stick it below the cut as it has spoilers for First Watch.

This is set about a year after the fic ends. Harry and Draco use the needle to visit Potter and Malfoy, but not too often - they don't want to risk overburdening the magical systems of their two universes. So this is only their second visit. They've agreed to do some tests at Malfoy and Potter's Ministry to see if they can learn more about the way the two universes interact, and by the time they finish, they're too exhausted to travel home and decide to stay at the Manor. They haven't met Scorpius yet. (Full disclosure this is unfinished, there's a sex scene where Harry and Draco talk about their plans for the future, but I'm not going to get that written any time soon, so here's the bit where Draco meets Scorpius).

In Draco's version of the Manor, there's a beautiful Axminster down in this vestibule, but since this is Malfoy's version of the Manor, and Malfoy is a masochist, the bare flagstones are icy under Draco's feet as he makes his way towards the corridor. He's following the noise.

It's a not-unfamiliar sound—the snuffling of a small animal, perhaps, or a curtain shifting in the breeze of an open window. Certainly not anything malevolent; even though Draco has crossed about eighteen timelines to be here, the magic in this Manor still recognises him by the ties of blood and ownership and simple fondness, and the sense of the undisturbed wards gives him easy reassurance. There's no threat here.

It's just as well Draco knows these halls as well as he knows his own magic. The lamps are all off, the whole wing in darkness, though the sky through the window at the end of the corridor is picked out in starlight, clean-edged with the gleam of a thin cold moon. Draco's toes curl, a draught sweeping up his pyjama legs (Malfoy's pyjamas, technically), and bloody hell he loves this place in any universe—its high ceilings, its uneven walls, its fucking frigid corridors and welcoming magic and rolling landscaped lawns and the vast vast sky above it. Home.

The sound picks up in urgency now, a long breathy rasp, stifled. This is, in fact, Malfoy and Potter's wing, Draco registers belatedly. He'd been exhausted when they'd shown him to bed, only vaguely remembers Malfoy gesturing, knowing Draco would know exactly where he meant. Draco hopes he's not going to end up barging into their bedroom, but this noise is far too restrained to be them, even if they've not put up any Silencing Charms. He moves forward, carefully, trying to work out where the sounds are coming from. In his own Manor, he'd light this whole corridor with one wave of his wand hand; here, he can't risk it, so he just treads the stones in darkness.

Three steps forward, four, and then he moves closer to the lefthand wall. Up ahead there's the merest hint of a door, a thin line of light at ground level. Closer than that again there's a shift in the shadows, a change in the pattern of different darknesses, and the sound comes again, more forcefully, from the general direction of Draco's knees.

"Hello?" He only whispers it, but it's loud enough here, in the silence of the Wiltshire night.

An answering murmur, and a noise most definitely animal, a wounded whimper that has Draco bending down blindly patting, grasping. There's an answering clutch, and he finds himself holding onto a small wriggling creature—hot little hands, a hot damp head, hair sticking to hot fat cheeks. A child, crying.

He stoops, clings, lifts—with some effort, it must be said, his centre of gravity thrown off by the unexpected muscular density of the small body in his arms—then stands.

"Scorpius?" His arms tighten. It must be Scorpius of course, that he's holding—or rather, who's clinging to him, wet face in his neck, legs clamped around his waist, so all Draco has to do is balance him on one hip, anchoring arms around him.

"Daddy," Scorpius says, and as though the word is Alohomora it unleashes something in the child, the force of his shuddery breaths rippling through him and into Draco with an intensity that makes Draco hug him closer. The collar of Draco's pyjamas is damp where the child is crying into it, everything moist with breath and tears and probably snot, which is… well, Draco isn't going to think about it.

"Shhhh," Draco murmurs, into Scorpius' hair. "It's alright, I'm here. Let's just…" He bounces gently foot to foot, grip slipping slightly as Scorpius wails louder. Draco doesn't know what do with children, really; this is the first time he's ever held one unsupervised. He begins to walk down the corridor. Someone will be awake, surely, to take over.

The door, barely visible in the shadows, swings open invitingly as they draw near, a cracked-open glow of lamplight. Draco shoulders it open further, slides in sideways so as not to bump Scorpius off the door frame. The room inside is warm and well-lit. In Draco's world, it's a reading room, but in this version he sees a little bed, dwarfed by the high ceiling, the damask wallpaper, the sweep of velvet curtains. A dragon mobile hangs above the bed, suspended by invisible threads or perhaps just old magic; Draco had always wanted one himself, as a child, fascinated by the jointed wood bodies, the bright colours, the sparkling false flames.

Scorpius' room, obviously, and as good a place as any to set him down and go in search of his parents. There's a portrait on the wall next to the door, rather a good one too, done in oils with a deft hand. Potter and Malfoy, posing, baby Scorpius a swaddled bundle in Potter's arms. Potter winks at Draco; Malfoy yawns, stifling it behind his hand.

Draco has to kneel to reach the low bed, almost staggering under the weight of the child, shifting him round to his front so he can hold him more carefully, cupping the back of the small head in one hand. Scorpius goes down easily, with a little hiccoughing sigh.

"There," Draco says, satisfied, and draws the blanket up so that Scorpius is covered. The pillowcase is decorated with tiny Snitches, repeating rows of spectacles, a lightning bolt motif. It's the same sort of tat they've started selling in the tourist kiosks down Diagon since the war ended, where you can pick up replica Potter glasses and garments with a truly terrible picture of Harry on that say "I saved the world and all I got was this lousy t-shirt". Which is a bit rich really—Harry wasn't even <i>there</i> when Voldemort died, though Draco's not inclined to set the record straight for fear of sparking a similar line of merchandise with his own face on it in horrifying close-up.

There's something sweet about the dreadful bedclothes, though, with Scorpius snuggled into them, blinking and hot-cheeked.

"Are you okay?" Draco goes to touch him, hand hovering indecisively before he decides it's probably alright and brushes Scorpius' hair off his forehead, tests how warm he is. He's not even sure what he's looking for—it's not like he knows what's a normal temperature for a child—but he remembers his mother doing it when he was little, the comfort of her cool palm.

"Daddy," Scorpius says, then reaches up and pats Draco's cheek contemplatively. His eyes narrow. They're a hazy almost-blue, the exact colour Draco's were when he was the same age, but Scorpius has Potter's judgemental expression, his generous mouth, his stubborn chin.

"Daddy, your face is different." His moist little fingertips graze Draco's skin, perilously close to his mouth. And then: "You're not my daddy."

"No," Draco agrees. "I think your daddy is asleep. It's the middle of the night, you know. Do you want me to go and find him for you?"

"My head feels poorly," Scorpius says piteously. "Want Daddy." As though he's reminded himself about being sad, he begins to cry again, tears sliding effortlessly out of his eyes and down his cheeks. He sneezes, violently, and continues to cry, his nose running now. "Nose," he says to Draco, his voice thick with liquid. "Blow my nose."

He's so pathetic that Draco almost forgets and reaches for his wand. It would be so simple to just perform the old charm, but of course here he has to be more careful.

"I can't use my wand," he tells Scorpius. The child's face crumples, and he sneezes again, very possibly maliciously this time. "Hang on, look."

Draco's got a t-shirt on under his pyjamas, all the better to combat the cold of the Manor. He struggles out of the pyjama top, snagging his hair on the buttons, and then he folds the sleeve up a few times.

"Here." He holds the folded fabric to Scorpius' nose. "Blow."

Scorpius does, so enthusiastically that Draco has to move to a different section of sleeve before he's done. He uses the other sleeve to wipe Scorpius' face down after, patting at his drying tears.

"Better?"

Scorpius blinks, nods, then yawns hugely. His eyes are drooping.

"My daddy didn't have a wand before," he says, voice still muffled by the tail end of his yawn. "But Father got it back for him." He hitches in a breath as though in preparation for a wail. "I want Father."

The word is almost slurred, the th sliding into a soft v sound in his sad small-boy voice.

Draco pats at him frantically, rubbing his hair. "Don't cry," he murmurs. "You just close your eyes and I'll go find your dads, okay?"

"It's alright, Draco." Draco jumps at Potter's voice, but Scorpius just turns over in his bed with a pleased noise and snuggles deeper under the covers. There's a door in the wall that Draco's pretty sure isn't in his own Manor, carved cunningly into the panelling. Through it, Draco can see a slice of the next room, just soft lamplight and the end of a big bed. Potter stands in the doorway, Malfoy behind him.

"Just a minute, Scorp." Malfoy sounds exhausted, and then he puts a hand to his mouth and turns quickly, retreating back into the room. Then comes a distant, dismal retching sound, and then Potter steps into the room and lets the door close behind him, shutting out the noise. He's wearing flannel pyjama trousers with nothing else, feet bare. Draco looks away from his soft stomach, the line of hair above his waistline.

"Sorry," Potter says quietly. "He'll be alright. Just, you know, something he ate."

He kneels down at the side of the bed, kisses Scorpius, smooths his hair back off his face. His expression is nakedly tender, the low light reflecting softness. He's not wearing his glasses.

"I found him in the corridor," Draco says, stupidly. "I was just coming to look for you."

"Poor baby," Potter says. "Couldn't you sleep?" Scorpius doesn't answer, dozing, eyes closed already under his father's careful touch.

"I wasn't asleep anyway," Draco says, though Potter hadn't asked, was still watching Scorpius with that awful raw look on his face.

"His room is meant to be warded," Potter tells Draco, voice low. "But I think he can sometimes do wandless magic in his sleep. He had a bit of a sleep regression when we got back from your world. We usually wake up when he does, but I suppose I was tired from earlier, and Malfoy's been sleeping so badly…"

Malfoy had looked wretched over dinner, face too angular, complexion waxy. He'd barely eaten, barely spoken. He'd been a bit off with Draco since their last visit, when Draco had refused to bring his mum to visit, to take part in the tests Malfoy's Ministry team was conducting on them all. Malfoy wouldn't do anything as gauche as say something out loud, but Draco knew him, and worse, knew what he himself would have wanted if his mum was the one who had died. Malfoy had the sort of hunger Draco himself understood, but that didn't mean he'd let his own mum be the one to satisfy it.

"Scorpius thought I was Malfoy at first," Draco says. "I suppose that makes sense."

"He's a little monkey. And I was really looking forward to introducing you and Harry to him in the morning, too," Potter says. He looks weary too, now that Draco sees him up close, but then, it had been a long and tiring day. "He's not at his best at 3am, funnily enough."

"He's lovely," Draco says, and finds that he means it. Between them on the bed, Scorpius shifts, lets out a fluttery little snore. "He reminds me of—" Myself, he almost says, but of course he doesn't mean that. Draco's room had been off in the nursery wing, with Nanny in the connecting chamber, and he would never have been allowed lightning bolt bedclothes or dragons on the ceiling. Draco would have got in trouble for being out of bed at night, if his father had even noticed. "—Malfoy," he finishes, somewhat inadequately. "And you, weirdly. Despite the colouring."

"He's quite a mix of us both," Potter says, smiling down at Scorpius.

"Good luck to the Hogwarts staff in about eight years' time," Draco says, and it startles a laugh out of Potter so he almost looks like his usual self again. His smile is just like Harry's.

"Sorry he woke you." Potter stands, knees creaking, and stretches. From this angle, Draco can see faint silver stretchmarks on his lower belly, catching the light. He stands himself, a bit too quickly.

"It's fine." He hesitates, but the tired lines at Potter's eyes convince him to continue. "Look, if I can help with anything… If you need a break, or someone to babysit…"

Potter's eyebrows are creased in confusion, but he's smiling.

"Draco, thanks, but I'm alright. Malfoy's been a bit under the weather recently, so I've been the one on night duty and getting up in the mornings at the crack of dawn with the incredible non-sleeping child. I'm just a bit tired."

"I don't mind, though. I mean, obviously, I'd offload most of the work on Harry, he's the one who's good with children—"

Potter laughs again.

"You seemed to be doing an alright job tonight." He rubs at the back of his neck. Draco had almost been managing to ignore the full expanse of skin on show, but now he's faced with underarm he thinks it's time to go back to his own room. "Okay, well, if you're sure. Maybe you and Harry can take Scorpius for a walk after breakfast, then, and I'll have a quick nap?"

"Perfect," Draco says. "Righto, I'll let you get back to bed."

He makes for the door, stepping back out into the hallway where the stone floor is once more icy against his feet, no warming charms like the ones that keep Scorpius' room toasty. As he pulls the door shut behind him, he sees Potter Accio a stack of blankets and pillows from a cupboard, shaking out a duvet and laying it on the floor beside Scorpius' bed.

[yviegenie]

Too soon to ask for another selfie?

As long as you don't mind that I'm not out of bed yet 😅😅

[degenerateshinji]

Hi, random anon here to tell you that you’re my favorite fanfic author rn and I love your link click fics so so much

HIIII THATS SO KIND OF YOUUU im studying rn so i cant draw a little blorbo like i usually do but heres some older drawings from my math notes they're cheering me on as i go

[dreamings-free]

17/6/25 | link to article

technically, it's currently at €5.799 - so almost £5K !

[urmomsfavelesbian]

just saw that tweet you mentioned about new fans posting ftg content but not actually knowing where it’s from which is like absolutely wild. but like if ur obsessing over these clips, you’re not even gonna try to find the source to see if there’s other stuff you’re missing? bc girl like how is that not your first step

girl THANK YOU like genuinely this is exactly it, how are you gonna act like you love the girls SOOOO much youre SUUUUUUCH a fan and then literally not put 2% effort in to find more content of them like. they don’t actually want content of the girls they want hit tweets and interactions from people who’re on tv like,,,, you don’t even NEED to ACTUALLY deep dive to find more cheerleader content and context it’s like 2.5 scrolls down on daya’s instagram 😭 it just comes back to this bigger conversation about present day Fandoms like. theres the same amount of chronically onlineism but with about 1000% more entitlement and 1000% less actual dedication or care for the art/media/content (of which daya is all three) youre consuming :/ they JUST want clout fr it drives me actually crazy

[demonstars]

this one anonnie?

SAPNAP: You're like an older brother to me george <3

GEORGE: Thank you (?)

[artsarasp]

Okay, just qanted to let you know that you’re skills in composition are absolutely fucking breathtaking??? Your ability to format a piece in a way makes everything you make into a masterpiece and I marvel at it. The ability to infuse emotion and tone into not just the character, not just the scene itself, but the very way the scene is laid out!! Ah, it’s just amazing. Anyways, have a good nice day!! Thanks for sharing your art <3

Aaaaa!!! you're too nice to me!!! thank you so much!!

[coldercreation]

latty being subby has me thinking of dom!isac in general and i wonder if he's ever dommed kit 🤔 ik their dynamic is more isac being bratty usually but i feel like kit being taken care of and also made to work for it could be hm. very interesting if you do have any thoughts on that skdhsk

(love your work btw i am hyped for the wip!)

I have TOO MANY thoughts actually ghghhh! This is something I've legit puzzled over before, it's a bit of a complex one so I haven't been sure how to include or test that sort of dynamic from them in any of the works.

Like, Isac the person could absolutely dom Kit the person, especially when Kit's in his mushy soft boy moods. However... I don't know if it'd work for them like that because of the instinctual side? I can't really see Kit's A letting go in that way, being the head of the pack and so in control and all that.

The most control Izzy has over Kit's A is probably during Kit's ruts (and maybe during Nathan's heats... hmmm...), but even then it's like... Kit's instincts knowing that if he pushes too much and fucks it up, then he risks Isac getting fed up and kicking him out? (Yes the instincts can kinda be manipulative lil dicks to get what they want lol)

On a regular day, all I can imagine is that Kit's instincts would just see it as a game; probably would let Izzy 'try' being the one in control (making Kit wait, not touch, tie him up, whatever Iz wants) but it'd just be more indulgent from Kit's A than anything? Isac could try his best to get a rise out of Kit's instincts, but I just see it turning around on Isac and make him the one who's frustrated instead. I feel like Kit's A would just wait Isac out, let him tire himself, and then just finish Izzy off once Iz's worked up O folds :')

Maybe if Kit's A is having an extra chill and lazy-tired day, they'd get pretty close to a place where Isac can feel like he had the upper hand through and through (even though they'd both still know that Kit's A just let him play).

But! Even if they didn't have that kind of instinct deep dom/sub dynamic, Kit absolutely still is Isac's baby and he gets babied and taken care of just as much as the others. Like, Isac will complain about forced cuddles from the As and Lit being too mushy, but he does love all the attention and gives it back in his own ways. (He'd probably get mad if they suddenly stopped pawing at him or trying to force him into daytime cuddles. He'd 100% demand to have all that back, just to then say no again when offered.) Also, Isac knows how soft and sensitive Kit the person can be, so even though he loves bullying and aggravating Kit and his A, he also knows when the softer touch is needed. Lad's a demon but he's a very emotionally intelligent demon. He also loves Kit to bits so, there's that too.

Like I said, it's a complex one. There's many possibilities with their dynamic, but it's not as clear-cut as with the others so I haven't gotten around writing anything for this yet.

The instincts stuff is always very clear in my head in the way it works for them, but I don't know how well I've managed to translate it into text, here or in the series, so I hope this all made sense?? :')

Do you guys have thoughts on this? Likeee d'you get what I mean with it not feeling as simple with Kizzy? I'd love to hear if you think there's a different way of looking at their dynamic that could work for this though! xx

[somegrumpynerd]

Poor angsty lil oreo 😟 maybe he could need a reboop of his installment... or preferably a nice comforting hug from New Rat friend?? UwU seriously, would be sooo cute omg! 2 cuties hugging it out is just soo awww~ pls?? ✨🥺🙏

- 🍓

Well, the rat is me (hello!), so I guess I could give Cross a hug if he needs!

But he should be warned, I am a bear hugger >:3c

And while I'm here hugging skeletons, if I could be serious for just a second (because any longer and I'll die of sillyness deficiency)

This is the anniversary of a really sad day for me, and if I hadn't had undertale to be obsessed with and distract myself I can't imagine how much worse it would have been. So I just wanted to say thank you for letting me jump into the fandom and make stuff and have fun, it really means a lot <3

[kindahoping4forever]

as calum's album is finally out i just wanted to take a sec and say thank you so much for single handedly keeping 5sos tumblr alive during this time... it must take so much work to constantly source and post all the articles, interviews, photoshoots etc especially when it feels like no one is really here anymore lol. but your hard work hasn't gone unnoticed and im so thankful that we all get to enjoy this release as a community (no matter how small we are now) xx

This is so incredibly sweet, thank you for taking the time to send this! This has definitely been the most subdued album release in my Tumblr tenure and I'll admit it's felt a bit lonely at times but I sincerely cannot imagine experiencing an event like this and not being on this site to celebrate. (Is this my Dark Circles moment? Wowwwww) I'm so happy you're here, I'm happy I'm here, I'm happy we're here together! To the Calbum! 🥂

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Heyy I'm the "why are all the good supernatural artists terrible people" guy. My point was, your art is genuinely amazing and I love how you draw characters and use colors ect ect, excepttt the fact you like incest. like actually what the fuck it's like a punch to the gut

What a lovely compliment fr, thank you!

I like sam and dean’s relationship specifically… its not like i like irl incest🤨

I was a bit of an anti once… and then neutral, but ive realized its all a bit silly

Do you truly believe every person who has ever made a film, written a book, or made art that includes illegal stuff (murder, incest, noncon, torture, cannibalism, underage, blackmail, physical assault, robbery, cheating etc. (the list goes on)) is a terrible person?🤔

People portray fictional characters doing sketchy shit all the time, we generally dont assume they think its chill to do irl… nor do we think they are bad people for liking to make horror movies for example

I promise you that horror film makers genuinely enjoy making fucked up gory shit, so why cant i enjoy drawing some fictional brothers making out? Do you think incest is worse than torture and murder🤨 i personally would rather some siblings fuck each other irl than people get tortured irl but maybe thats just me

Obviously you dont have to like my wincest art, if it gives you the ick thats totally fair! I get the ick from plenty of things myself. But maybe dont base your judgement of others/morals on your ick response…

Live and let live💙

[wetcatspellcaster]

Greetings and salutations, saw your post re: “writing too much is also a sign” and just wanted to say. I hope you’re doing well. I hope something kind happens to you today and if not today, tomorrow. Soon, at least.

Hey anon, I'm very much NOT doing well but something kind happened to me today - you asked after me, after all.

Also, I gave my first conference paper since I finished my PhD :) a nice respite from feeling dumb and useless x