#who the fuck am i

[lavellander]

a quick messy lil anders as a thank you for all the love 💙

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pa

[duhstbunny]

real image of me when i no longer like anything i base my identity around (i am a soulless shell of consumerism in the midst of an identity crisis)

[stalkiwi]

Alright that's it I'm done being Binah kinnie number 755758 now I'm Don kinnie number 33727 enjoy

[books-and-dragons]

Ward of the State

Another visit from the Domestic Affairs Court threatens to tear the family of Leblanc apart when there's just a few too many hastily-drawn conclusions made about Ren's safety under Sojiro's guardianship.

None of it makes any sense, and yet everything the social workers say is completely logical. Information-driven counter-arguments, signed documents that should have taken days to acquire, i was all too perfect, too convenient- but how does a teenage criminal and a cafe owner defend themselves against the weight of the law?

read on ao3 here

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me? posting p5 fic in the year 2023? truly, i am back and worse than ever

a few years ago i had the idea to mess with the possible implications of ren being a part of the social work system, which when combined with the fact the pt are up against some corrupt government officials, who have the capacity to intervene with ren's home situation, puts him in a uniquely vulnerable position. this was the result!

[childoferebus]

WHOMST

[pidgefudge]

me when i have a crisis 😁

[library-goblin]

You know when your mental pain becomes so bad that it turns physical? Because fuck that...

[phoenixdaneko]

Ooga booga what's this? Me actually writing a fic?

Holy shit

Uh anyway I'm gonna start up a few fics in my drafts on AO3 and then I'll probably put up a poll once they're all finished to see what y'all wanna see? I guess?

I have too many ideas so... yeah.

I'll actually get to writing like, chapters and shit later today because if I try rn they're def gonna just turn into jumbled messes. My brain is dead tired rn.

[bibibitchery]

unsure whether i have a personality or if i’m a walking list of diagnoses

[fuckyeahjcchasez]

Me, if I ever get my drivers licence, a car, and blared Schizophrenic out at full volume whilst zooming around the Central Coast area.

If you’re ever driving on the Central Coast of NSW and you hear someone blasting Schizophrenic at full volume, it’s me.

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[itspixthecrazybitch]

Wow so I was a completely different person when I ran this blog. That’s fun.

[vitrified-vitriol]

Don't listen to them. Do numbers. Make them intentionally incorrect. Make that the main part of your story. Make it obvious. Nobody mentions it.

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[squintsintwink]

Omgggg I could be working on recolors right here at my job

[deathlikefeuillemort]

My coffin is too thin.

I fear my garden is dying

I fear I can only watch

I fear I cannot bear to touch the spade

Which I used to bury

All the parts of me that deserve no light

No place, no thought, no grave

I fear I've buried too much

That I've hollowed out my heart

And have left nothing but apathy

I fear that I've used dirt and leaves to fill

The gap between my night and day

I fear my replacement is rotting

And I am no longer the person I once was