sick and tired of people being judgmental of my natural biological sleeping and waking rhythm that i have minimal control over. like i have had it to my limit i have had ENOUGH
Yuta and Yuji just watched their teacher die right in front of them, poor Shoko has literally lost everyone she loves and cares for and when Megumi comes back he’ll face the worse pain knowing Gojo was killed with his shikigami……….I am literally sick, fuck you Gege
you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah
Was just checking my book's reviews on Goodreads, as one does, and there was a relatively scathing review of Like Real People Do that actually made a lot of excellent points, highlighting things I'd do differently if I was writing it now.
But one point I found funny and would not change was something along the lines of "The Tumblr references were excruciating and made it read like 2015 fan fiction." Which, close, it was 2017 fanfic, but also I had the option to take out the Tumblr references and I didn't on purpose, even though it dates the book. Tumblr helped me write this book. We're paying homage to its origins. Will I do that for every book I publish? No. But the first one? That I only scrubbed and queried because my online friends told me it was good enough and I should try? Those we keep. Also, if you read a book and the dedication page says it's for fanfic writers, it's your own damn fault if you don't enjoy it because it reads like fic and has Tumblr references.
I called my mama because I was upset over something, after talking it out she encouraged me to ‘go do something fun’ because the situation really couldn’t be helped so I might as well move on and cheer myself up.
Her suggestion? “Go play with Sun and Moon.”
She was referring to my plushies but the fact that she SAID THAT??
I’m officially at a point in the fixation where my MOTHER, who knows nothing about video games or fandom or anything like that, is able to recognize that shoving these two celestial themed robo twinks in my face is going to make me happy. And that’s insane to me.
“Here kiddo, go play with your jester animatronics you’ll feel better.” And she’s RIGHT. GOD.