you can tell i’m writing a fanfic when my search history gets weird as fuck. like.
8:08 pm : psalm 23
9:46 pm: late eighties prom dresses
9:47 pm: mid eighties prom dresses
10:50 pm: how do tape recorders work
10:56 pm: what are those doors in truck cabs called
11:23 pm: what’s 9% of 5600
11:24 pm: what percentage of us citizens are 18
11:27 pm: what’s 3% of 5600
it's crazy how riptide is the most popular campaign and one of the only free ones and it's not even good
you ever think about the braads dynamic with velrisa in the context his dynamic w sylnan
IS THIS WHAT YOUR FUCKING JACKET IS FROM?
AND THE AUDIENCE CALLS FOR AN ENCORE
i got two genres of comment responses on my fics it seems
“thabk u smm!!!! imm so glad u liked! ty-ty 4 the kudos!”
and
“anger is more comfortable than fear, in that way, because it washes away all insecurity; becoming a boiling, red-hot tide. ‘i am right and you are wrong’ is comforting to say, especially for children, who rarely get to be right in a world of grown-ups… that i’m-right-you’re-wrong sentiment quickly becomes: “i am better and you are lesser. i am normal and you are the freak. i deserve more, and you deserve less.” and the kids act that way with impunity, because their guardians never provide correction to that instinct and behavior path… because they’re just as scared.”
as a psa
-i’m in the middle of changing my major and getting a new job
-my usual beta reader is in the middle of a compsci degree and busy as hell
-my other beta reader is about to give up romance/porno for lent
expect a little over 35k words of scythebelts as soon as college takes it’s boot off my neck- or, more likely, expect it with the end of lent and the return of our lord and savior jesus christ, on easter sunday.
i think velrisa greyrock bit people as a kid. like not in the cutesy lilo and stitch playfighting way or in a glamorizing way- i think she lost her first tooth in a fight. and i think she lost that fight, i think she never stood a chance in it- she was a little girl branded a monster and therefore a heretic. and i think when she peeled herself out of the afterforge dirt and came home, she didn’t tell ander who did it, no matter how much he asked. i think she woke up the next morning to the sharp point of a fang growing out of the hole where her incisor once was. i think velrisa greyrock, disowned by the age of five, woke up with a black eye and scraped knees; and i think she must have known her fangs were her goddess saying get up, my champion.
feelings cancelled. can’t believe letting yourself feel cancels a crashout. shit’s gas. i will not let myself go back to what hurts me and im literally so sexy swaggy cool for that like what i’m so based.
need my friends who dont date men to stop being so weird when other people like men. told my friends abt the guy im seeing and their first response was "oh no its a man i thought you liked women" LIKE WEVE BEEN OVER THIS IM A FUCKING FAG I LIKE WOMEN AS WELL AS MEN AND WHATEVER ELSE CAN YOU NOT BE A DICK FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU