Me after writing one sentence of my wip
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Gonna shower and settle in to watch Emmy speeches.
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humans forever will love funny little horses. love and peace and ponies runs in our blood
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something is wrong with me. i saw this image and immediately burst into tears
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You know the last decade or so has been pretty shit but it is nice to make it to 2023 and see NFTs crash, Trump get taken to court, Musk fuck himself eight different ways, AirBnB eat shit, every major industry start unionizing and striking, and billionairs no longer able to squeeze blood from a stone finally begin cannibalizing each other for nutrients
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On the subject of watching porn for smut writing: I am reminded with horrifying clarity and rising frequency: in every medium there’s the disparity between sex for art and sex for horny
Sometimes I feel like I’m back in a lab, reading glasses on, studying those frames with a beverage—
Other times I feel like a goddamn wilderness explorer, especially with group sex scenes. I’m in a 100% humidity, overgrown jungle, and Jack (my beta-reader) is on the other side of a two-way radio while I’m hacking through vines with a machete and trying to hear him over the sound of animals hooping and hollering.
‘Silk, what is your location? Over.’
“I’m—I don’t know! I have no idea where I’m at, the camera has been zoomed in on a sack for so long I’ve lost track of whose sack it is! God, I’m sweating and there’s legs everywhere, I’m liable to trip and break my neck. I don’t even know how anyone climaxes in this mess—ope, there’s one.”
‘Roger, Silken. Hang in there. Over and out.’
“NO, don’t hang up! Help me!”
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FLOWEY FANCLUBBERS MAKE SOME NOISE
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Hi, reminder to not infantilize autistic, asexual, or aromantic people and characters.
Thanks!
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adulthood is like dog training but you are both the dog and the trainer and also it doesn’t work and is bad
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You’re Ruben Hopclap. You’re a teen rock star headlining a local festival. Your interim principal attempts to kill you multiple times. The elusive crush you wrote all your songs about vanishes with some other kids and returns covered in gore. The most popular guy in school jumps fifteen feet in the air, turns to you with a smirk and says, “I’m actually a huge fan,” and spears said principal through the core. Your crush boards a bus going who knows where. Someone gets on a mic and tells everyone to go home. It’s been four minutes.
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