Tumgik
craycraybluejay · 3 hours
Text
yay im violencegender :D
On the next episode of Are Maleness and Sadism Interlinked or Am I Just Weird About My Masculinity and Kink
14 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 4 hours
Text
On the next episode of Are Maleness and Sadism Interlinked or Am I Just Weird About My Masculinity and Kink
#my tranny sex mysticism is cooler than your cissy sex mysticism#although gender in general is a construct and everyone ties things to their gender which have little or no#real connection to anything like that#bc gender is identity#clothes are the easiest example but#i think i understand when people say stuff that sounds nonsensical like 'my gender is venus flytrap'#because gender is identity and if its a big thing in your identity you kinda like#connect it to your femaleness or maleness or both neither other#like when a girl fights shes still feminine kicking ass and that doesnt make her any less good at kicking ass#or when a guy does his nails it can very much be a masculine thing for him#its all made up and based on vague feelings and concepts#so sure conservatives feel free to identify as an ak47 you know its not a gotcha#and radfems feel free to keep calling me a monster it makes me hard <3#but yea like. identity is both complex and simple. its the human condition to identify with things#and i dont think 'neogenders' are particularly new i just think we had different words or no words for that#but people have and always will identify with anything and everything#thats human nature. we mirror and absorb and grow#even twin sisters experience femaleness differently or even call it different things#girlhood or being a lady etc etc#even within the cishet society gender is not as simple as authoritarians would like you to believe#anyway yeah my gender identity is sadistic male aligned freak and other things
14 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 14 hours
Text
the most endearing thing about humans is when they say "i will change the world because you are in it."
6 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 14 hours
Text
if i die rn im gonna be SO MAD
1 note · View note
craycraybluejay · 17 hours
Text
I will save myself. I will save you. I will save us all. Shirt off my back, blood from my flesh, but I will. I WILL.
7 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 19 hours
Text
We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
263 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 20 hours
Text
working on chapter 2 of my novel. if i have motivation after i'm done with that i'll also work on The Wrong Thing To Do
3 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 23 hours
Text
just finished The Haunting of Bly Manor...
damn, what a sad love story
1 note · View note
craycraybluejay · 2 days
Text
Run V
You decide to enter the room you have yet to ever enter before. The walls have nothing notable to them save for a couple of paintings. One is a not too stylized painting of what looks like a nice garden next to a pool, bright and cheery. The other is an impressionist painting of some dirt path on an autumn evening-- exciting colours radiating out from the streetlamp and leaves. There are two windows surrounded by thick beige curtains. With dwindling strength and consciousness, you try to open both of them. Neither budge, however. Your line of vision turns smaller with each second, a growing dark vignette overtaking your periphery. Below your feet is a carpet; somehow you can feel its rough fibers despite having shoes on. You look down at the confusing and abstract pattern of warm-hot tones of red-green-beige-brown and feel some heavy vertigo.
Glancing around quickly before you faceplant directly onto the carpet, you take in some more details. You have enough time only to do one thing before you take your involuntary nap. You could swear you feel something tickling you under your chin. Too tired and knowing you'll slap yourself in the face if you try to hit it, you just tuck your chin in before turning in a slow circle to observe more of your surroundings.
To the right is a couch with a light beige and white fluffy blanket on it. It looks so cozy. A little closer to the door and still on your right is a large dark red blanket with a tiger on it, laying in a heap on the floor. You shudder, wondering if your insides would look like that if taken out. By whatever that thing is. The 'soulless sibling' and begrudging 'friend of the smoke.' To the left, on the sill of the furthest window, is a small metal beam. Like a piece from an unfinished furniture project. It's time to decide what to do.
32 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 2 days
Text
Run V
You decide to enter the room you have yet to ever enter before. The walls have nothing notable to them save for a couple of paintings. One is a not too stylized painting of what looks like a nice garden next to a pool, bright and cheery. The other is an impressionist painting of some dirt path on an autumn evening-- exciting colours radiating out from the streetlamp and leaves. There are two windows surrounded by thick beige curtains. With dwindling strength and consciousness, you try to open both of them. Neither budge, however. Your line of vision turns smaller with each second, a growing dark vignette overtaking your periphery. Below your feet is a carpet; somehow you can feel its rough fibers despite having shoes on. You look down at the confusing and abstract pattern of warm-hot tones of red-green-beige-brown and feel some heavy vertigo.
Glancing around quickly before you faceplant directly onto the carpet, you take in some more details. You have enough time only to do one thing before you take your involuntary nap. You could swear you feel something tickling you under your chin. Too tired and knowing you'll slap yourself in the face if you try to hit it, you just tuck your chin in before turning in a slow circle to observe more of your surroundings.
To the right is a couch with a light beige and white fluffy blanket on it. It looks so cozy. A little closer to the door and still on your right is a large dark red blanket with a tiger on it, laying in a heap on the floor. You shudder, wondering if your insides would look like that if taken out. By whatever that thing is. The 'soulless sibling' and begrudging 'friend of the smoke.' To the left, on the sill of the furthest window, is a small metal beam. Like a piece from an unfinished furniture project. It's time to decide what to do.
32 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Text
the incest meta expands with every idea i generate from my human brain that is not a robot because robots cannot do nor conceive of the intricacies of incest and the incest strats thank yew
5 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Text
Run V
You decide to enter the room you have yet to ever enter before. The walls have nothing notable to them save for a couple of paintings. One is a not too stylized painting of what looks like a nice garden next to a pool, bright and cheery. The other is an impressionist painting of some dirt path on an autumn evening-- exciting colours radiating out from the streetlamp and leaves. There are two windows surrounded by thick beige curtains. With dwindling strength and consciousness, you try to open both of them. Neither budge, however. Your line of vision turns smaller with each second, a growing dark vignette overtaking your periphery. Below your feet is a carpet; somehow you can feel its rough fibers despite having shoes on. You look down at the confusing and abstract pattern of warm-hot tones of red-green-beige-brown and feel some heavy vertigo.
Glancing around quickly before you faceplant directly onto the carpet, you take in some more details. You have enough time only to do one thing before you take your involuntary nap. You could swear you feel something tickling you under your chin. Too tired and knowing you'll slap yourself in the face if you try to hit it, you just tuck your chin in before turning in a slow circle to observe more of your surroundings.
To the right is a couch with a light beige and white fluffy blanket on it. It looks so cozy. A little closer to the door and still on your right is a large dark red blanket with a tiger on it, laying in a heap on the floor. You shudder, wondering if your insides would look like that if taken out. By whatever that thing is. The 'soulless sibling' and begrudging 'friend of the smoke.' To the left, on the sill of the furthest window, is a small metal beam. Like a piece from an unfinished furniture project. It's time to decide what to do.
32 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Text
i PROMISE i'm still working on The Wrong Thing To Do
2 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Text
Run V
You decide to enter the room you have yet to ever enter before. The walls have nothing notable to them save for a couple of paintings. One is a not too stylized painting of what looks like a nice garden next to a pool, bright and cheery. The other is an impressionist painting of some dirt path on an autumn evening-- exciting colours radiating out from the streetlamp and leaves. There are two windows surrounded by thick beige curtains. With dwindling strength and consciousness, you try to open both of them. Neither budge, however. Your line of vision turns smaller with each second, a growing dark vignette overtaking your periphery. Below your feet is a carpet; somehow you can feel its rough fibers despite having shoes on. You look down at the confusing and abstract pattern of warm-hot tones of red-green-beige-brown and feel some heavy vertigo.
Glancing around quickly before you faceplant directly onto the carpet, you take in some more details. You have enough time only to do one thing before you take your involuntary nap. You could swear you feel something tickling you under your chin. Too tired and knowing you'll slap yourself in the face if you try to hit it, you just tuck your chin in before turning in a slow circle to observe more of your surroundings.
To the right is a couch with a light beige and white fluffy blanket on it. It looks so cozy. A little closer to the door and still on your right is a large dark red blanket with a tiger on it, laying in a heap on the floor. You shudder, wondering if your insides would look like that if taken out. By whatever that thing is. The 'soulless sibling' and begrudging 'friend of the smoke.' To the left, on the sill of the furthest window, is a small metal beam. Like a piece from an unfinished furniture project. It's time to decide what to do.
32 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Text
i wrote 5 whole sentences in my novel!
8 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Text
my throat hurts from the urge to cry. here. have my heart. stomp on it a little bit and some more too. give me something that's not life or death but sure feels like it to talk to my therapist about.
5 notes · View notes
craycraybluejay · 3 days
Note
what kind of novel is it you have in the works? (at first i was going to ask the standard "what's your novel about" but that's a bit more restrictive maybe, so please pick whichever question has a vibe more applicable to your project, if you want to respond at all that is)
I could tell you my novel is about x character or x scenario or x trope or x happens in it.
But really, my novel is about hope. About community, adventure, change, and hope. I want someone young and afraid like I've been for a long time to one day read this novel and think, I'm not going to die like this.
To think, I'm not alone. Or, I can save myself. Or, there are good people out there who I will one day meet. Or even, I deserve to be safe and happy and free-- I deserve to have my childhood back.
These are all important and extremely valuable ideas to give both children and adults in impossibly horrible situations, and this novel is by and for survivors of abuse, assault, poverty, homelessness, etc. This will be a novel that says "yeah, you CAN'T always fight and defeat your dragons. But you can run, you can find or make a safe place. There is no shame in doing what you need to do to protect yourself. A lot of stories like this one end in tragedy. But not this story. This is a happy, hopeful story that spits in the face of other stories that tell you you cannot outrun the evil. It's a story that yells NO when told you won't make it, that it's always best to stay with the familiar evil rather than taking a leap of faith. This story is a happy story for unhappy people."
4 notes · View notes