(I want to work on my fics soooo bad but I have a creative portfolio, dissertation, critical analysis, school mag rec thing, school mag article, an entire fucking cloak, geography exam AND a goddamn English exam I wanto fucking bite something)

Simon Henriksson is Cupioromantic by the way send post

2005 Chinese Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso(ft. Flavio Briatore)

Honestly I'd love to know what kind of comments you'd be adding to the fic for your mother. Very curious :0 (also I'm terrible at knowing what information an outsider would and wouldn't have and/or would need)

Sure, I'll add a few. (Redacted since my google account is my full name.) Also remember that y'all also got the benefit of my author's notes, but I'm not giving my mom the AO3 copy because over my dead body does she look at that account. I'm giving her a document copy. So a lot of the comments will likely be details you guys already got in either a post or author's note.

^^^ This one is written specifically because my mom, like me, has been going to Big Bend National Park since she was young. A member of my family has gone there nearly every single year since....1965? lol. So it's a fun tidbit for her to know I was thinking of it while writing this. (There will be a similar note when the Pinnacles trail comes up, because I named Pinnacles after a trail in Big Bend.)

me trying to explain Scar's general dramatic flair (i also have a comment somewhere explaining that Scar is dyslexic and that is why he occasionally mispronounces stuff in the fic, and why he says the scientific documents the rangers let him borrow were difficult to get through)

nicknames

My mother and I are both Gary the cat stans. Trust me she knows Exactly what I am picturing here.

^^ a few other comments on the story, ranging from "background character details" to "research details" to "totally unecessary personal opinions"

it's also fun for little self-aware asides:

She already knows a significant amount of the plot, including the ending, because I talked to her about it. That is also why she gets to read it, because the moment I opened my mouth about writing it I basically had to. I don't always talk about my writing with her but I really wanted to talk about this one. So! By talking about it I just made the decision for myself that I'd allow her to read it. She is....very excited haha. And I am too? I mean I think I am going to send it to her and then just immediately go back to my apartment so I don't have to be in the same house as her while she's reading it LOL. The embarassment of people who know you too closely reading your things etc etc. But I'm very proud of this story and I don't think she realizes how good of a writer I can be. She knows I'm good at it (like, she's read my essays and newspaper stories) but not how I handle fiction.

*sighs dreamily while kicking my feet*

Werewolf AUs🥰🥰🥰🥰

Two “Straight” male characters from mid 2000s to mid 2010s media be like:

Hello this is my and the other half of my soul my best friend Complimentary Color Palette. One of us gets autism headcanons and the other one gets ADHD ones. We have a totally normal platonic friendship but I WILL yowl incessantly for hours, no, DAYS if you separate me from him. One of us is framed as promiscuous but only sleeps with like two or three women in the entire run of the show (and still makes moony eyes at Complimentary Color Palette). The other one is in a committed relationship but constantly prioritizes my needs over his wife/girlfriend. Frequently to the point where girlfriend/wife will joke about us being married/you cheating on her with me OR gets pissed and leave. The narrative will frame this as choosing a life of adventure or your career but really you chose me. The writers are joking about us being gay but the actors aren’t. I’d rather die than lose you, my girlfriend got fridged and I didn’t even blink. I am more emotionally vulnerable around you than my wife even though we fucked two scenes ago. People will throw fits over the word ‘brother’ regardless of the context or intent. We have one or two scenes together with more romantic tension than the entire canon romantic B plot that the fandom has rabies over it. If we’re lucky we’ll both end up single in the end, or with some slap dash romance that could feasibly fall apart after the finale. I love you I love you I love you I love you-

But no homo.

(Voice of deep, deep hyperfixation) I can't believe there's people out there that don't know the joy of mystery visual novels.

Finally giving my favorite girlie a proper ref! Love her sm sorry I killed you bestie

I love blorbo bingus from my brain. I'm going to put him through a pasta maker. Hes going to be like flat stanely by the time i'm done with him <3

met up with a friend yesterday after not seeing each other irl for 4+ years and one of the first things she tells me is that she found me on twitter and saw all my stuff i am MORTIFIED

good afternoon tumblr randomly terminated my account 5 for days but i promise im well and fine 😭

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sometimes i think that God’s putting me off from fandom stuff on here so ican focus on the original content I want His help with etc., but man, does it feel wreched at times to not be able to see the blorbos that i did not make

Mastermind by Taylor Swift is a Viktor song

I just know this chapter is going to drag my internalised homophobia out by the ankle and kick its teeth in like me and zuko are going to be having a conjoint sexuality crisis

no it's so fucking funny bc yes the whole reason there's an internalised homophobia arc in taob to begin with is bc i wrote the plot-outline literally when i was still saying i was straight and now im like comfortably bisexual and then i started writing this chapter and i was like OoooHOOhooohooo this is kinda.... dammmnnnnn..... shit yeah okay.....

Also thank you various tumblr users for un-synonymizing femme = Girl and masc = Man. Finally drilling that into my skull and I think I'm so fuckinh cool for being a femme transguy and actually feeling comfortable SAYING femme transguy now. Cause like. Yeaheyahyeah I've described myself as gender non-conforming.

But like....

Idk it's like my punk jacket where I bought this black varsity style jacket at the very beginning of me making changes and the black varsity was So Masculine to me. Surely it will make me More Masculine and pass better and I can hide in its masculinity (never worked btw).

Somewhere along the way I put patches on it. Patch of my name with the trans flag. Patch of my pronouns. Patch of bisexuality. Added more patches and pins.

Added zippers to the pockets so I could actually Use Them. The zippers are pink, taken from an old backpack that I don't use anymore but I liked too much to get rid of. That bag had these adorable little holographic wings on it. I took the wings too. I fashioned them with soda tabs and hex nuts. The tabs were to accent the piece, but the bolts were to ensure the wings would be able to endure a lot of jostling around.

It really is just all about keeping what you like and leaving what you don't. And transforming what you do like into something new. Something that actually feels like You.

And it's just this constant work in progress like. Taking these glow in the dark stars from another old backpack that I couldn't get rid of bc I liked it so much. Upsizing the jacket to better fit me when I button it up. Extra pockets. Heart garter belt on the arm. Spikes, more nuts and bolts, more soda tabs.

It's also like. Just. Having a mullet. Preferring to have long hair As A Man. Short, more "masculine" leaning hairstyles have never done as much for me as the mullet has. It feels like me. I also love pulling the long ends into twin ponytails. Like babygirl I'm inventing brand new fucked up genders.

Idk idk something about being inherently masculine because I am truly Just Some Guy but also being femme and purposely doing it wrong. Because I AM Some Guy. Considering myself masc only because it aligns with my gender identity but beyond that I'm not actually masc at all. There are butch women who are way more masc than me and I love them. Conventional masculinity actually not fitting me, honestly being just as stifling as the other side of things. But if you try to correlate that and my feminity into "being a girl" I'm gonna look at you like you're fucking stupid. Like I Know I don't pass even when I've tried to but it is SO baffling to me to this day. Like. I am just some guy. A femme guy. What's not clicking