Okay so FIRSTABLE I didn't realize that the people of the Hewn City are literally trapped under there and not allowed to leave. What the fuck. What the fuck?????
ALSO the sheer nerve of Feyre, who had a full blown meltdown over being locked in a luxurious mansion for 2 seconds, to tell somebody who has been trapped underground for CENTURIES that having every comfort should be enough. Are you kidding me?????
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Unfortunately I saw a Bad Post and I immediately felt so ill that I wished I was dead. Luckily I have the cure for this, and that is More Alcohol So I Don’t Remember It
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Men spend so much time worrying about whether or not a child is biologically his and live in this fantasyland where men are tricked, on a grand scale, into raising children that aren't theirs meanwhile the fuckers don't actually contribute much into actual childrearing or any domestic labour around the household, even when the children in question are technically his.
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its so weird to read some of my old fics (do NOT do it but i'm just being hypothetical rn) and reading it. like who even was this person?? i completely was in a haze back in 2020. i literally was posting 3 chapters a day. A DAY. what in the WORLD was that shit.
anyway i remembered some STUPID sappy shit and i didnt remember if i'd put it into a fic or not BUT I FOUND IT.
She and Hope had been dating in secret for months anyway, and any attempt to go talk to Ryan only filed her disposition of displeasure upon knowing that she couldn’t tell anyone, Molly especially, it destroyed herself mentally. They couldn’t really go anywhere near the school, always having to lie to everyone about having projects together when Molly wasn’t around them.
It’d consisted with 9 PM - 2 AM intervals of being able to actually see each other. Hope would sneak through her small bedroom window with a portable record player and whatever she had gotten from the vintage record store downtown, and Amy would always fall asleep around eleven because of her internal clock.
She would always wake up to find a single sticky note stuck on the edge of her desk whenever she woke up to her alarm the next morning.
One of them, Amy still had tucked inside of her phone case, a heavily detailed human heart, with blue and red ink sketched onto a neon pink sticky note, there was a caption that headed the small paper reading the phrase over every now and again makes her almost melt every time.
“You have my heart.”
yeah idk why the fuck but i thought of this fucking idea again today and i was like "omg did i ever put that heart note thing in a fic???" yeah you fucking did.
all that to say ME AND WHO???? imagine. thats so fucking.... RAHHHH.
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Okay stream over and as such no one is safe anymore from my RGGJoposting (sorry in advance), HOWEVER I did want to say...
Of course Mine Himself At Present is the furthest thing from punk, but I believe the reason he has that belt is a nod to Nakamura, who is credited with bringing punk influences to the kabuki scene. (This particular photo was taken years after Y3, but...)
By the way, Nakamura is how I found out there's a lot of stigma against sons of kabuki actors who choose to play roles of a different gender than their fathers. He comes from an established line of onnagata, so it was a big deal for him to choose to play male roles.
Arakawa was a taishu engeki actor rather than a kabuki actor, which is less steeped in tradition than kabuki, so I don't know if it would've been the same for him doing the opposite to Nakamura. But it's Neat to think of it as a concerted choice for him in terms of feeling that strong of a connection to femininity.
oh fuck yeah punk in the kabuki world WORD UP TO THE LEGEND.....
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Okay, I think I need like... like writer's therapy or something, because this chapter of Roads is just not. clicking. for me and I can't find a flow and I don't know if it's me, I don't know if it's because I've read these scenes one hundred times, I don't know if it's because I'm forcing something I should probably just cut out, or if it's just gotten to a point where I hate this story as a whole. Like, I feel way more motivation to write literally anything else that Roads that cross and that's a problem. Because I don't think I really hate it, I just think my brain is tired and bored, sososo bored because I already know what happens, I've known what happens for 4 years, and I'm not a plotter writer, I'm a discovery one, and there's nothing to discover here, I know these scenes like the back of my fucking hand, and I don't even wanna see them anymore. I'm boooored, I can't freaking figure out if what I'm writing sucks or if I just don't connect with it because I've seen it too many times. AND SOMETHING IMPORTANT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER TOO!! But even about that my brain is like, "So? Who cares?" ksdjnfk. I KNOW YOU CARE, THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW WILL CARE, but I just can't. fucking. get down to it. I just can't find the words, can't find the roads to make it all come together, I just can't, I-- What the hell do I do? How do I fix this? How do I recalibrate my brain? Because it all sounds bland and stupid and not funny and unimportant and even cringy and I-- What the hell do I do?
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God just unfollowed someone on here cause they were defending and praising Blaire white and I'm like, look any trans person who aligns themselves with conservatives and like throw other trans and queer people under the bus so that they can be One Of The Good One's, can suck my entire dick I'm sorry it's just like. No, actually it's not excusable and isn't actually helpful and doesn't help conservatives move closer to the left all it does is give them ammo and be like "see? This trans woman says my bigotry is ok"
Like you think they're not gonna come for you too once you're the only one left?
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Family gathering bingo
☑ Misgendered constantly
☑ Literally no one listening to what I had to say to the point they just straight up started talking mid my sentence and ignored the rest
☑ Not including me in any conversation at all and not for the lack of trying
☑ Family friend telling my mom she has to talk about something concerning me while I'm literally sitting right next to her dumbfounded
☑ Utter refusal to respect boundaries or some basic rules we set
☑ Parents arguing in the car so fucking loud I couldn't think on the way home
☑ Being referred to as "a girl"
☑ Parents downright annoyed when I got talkative and funny
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