Call me Pidge, or Postal. They/them, 18+ by a good while. I'm here to write fic, shitpost, and dissociate, more or less in that order. PidgeonPostal on AO3
My new favorite excuse for not jumping on new trends or bandwagons is 'I'm 30.' No more explanation needed because anyone under 30 just thinks I'm old and everyone over 30 understands implicitly
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
a story with that cyberpunk theme of “are you really human if you modify your body to gain power“, except the body modification is just strength training.
yknow i never noticed the sheer rareness of images having ids or alt text on this website until i started adding alt text to my art (and trying to remember to add it to any images i post in general, especially text screenshots) and that makes me kinda sad
listening to the mulan soundtrack lately. I like this movie. the songs are fun and silly and then when they actually get to the battlefield they all stop. the country getting invaded is mostly a plot device for this funky musical about finding yourself, until the quirky band of protagonists actually get there and find out everyone who knew what they were doing is already dead. there's no quibbling about feelings or self actualization in the final fight because the villians are just here to kill people and do not actually care. there's minimal romance because they are busy being in combat. the horses look really cool