i think the worst thing abt tumblr making it so much harder to find an original post (or as least one of the previous additions only) is now it's so much harder to avoid prismatic bell's abnoxious ass additions

hello friendz !! i am packing my bags and moving to @tetzoro !!! please come join me if ya want ^_^

back to navi.

Love that every time I'm like "I have no time to write and absolutely no brainpower to write anything decent or satisfying with and I'm due for a creative break anyway" is exactly when my brain spits out like five new ideas.

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Boys 🙄

Oh hey, remember when I wrote that story about Alice becoming the Malkavian Fledgling in Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines and doing all the Santa Monica missions in her snarky, snarky way?

Here's the first chapter of the sequel. :p Enjoy!

i know it has been a while but i hv to let this out—my gosh im not ready for this pain jusq why naman kailangan mamatay yung grandpa sa story tapos bAkeht kaya talagang binasa ko pa every detail nung struggle sa ospital like?¿?¿?¿ why am i putting myself through this pain?¿?¿¿

she says my heart is yours, from the caspian shores.

Years later and I’m wishing I had wrote the date. I always say that years later when I come back to something. I was in need of a fresh start and mindset. This was the only thing I knew to do. I felt so defeated so depressed. I believe this was 2020 I moved to AZ with my husband as a house wife and felt so bogged down from what I had left in my hometown… stress and disappointment. I wanted and needed to start a life the way I wanted to be alive. And so far it’s going pretty well. I can say for sure that life did not care about my rush to have this desired life, life still let everything unfold in a way/time most beneficial for me and I had to make peace with that in this process. So I’m posting this hoping it helps someone else on a journey of perseverance

percy’s feelings about luke just became 1000000x more complicated which I didn’t think was even possible but here we are and we are far from okay 💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺(rambling about the finale in the tags [spoiler alert ig])

And HOW am I getting misgendered by people that only know me from a LinkedIn profile with my pronouns right up at the top

I’m good <- lying on the floor after catching up on the divorce fic

a year and one day ago, one of my favourite people in the world, my kindred spirit, my uncle chris, died of a heart attack. he was a kind sensitive gay man who loved to read and travel and make people laugh and wake you up in the middle of the night to go out for ice cream if he was lonely. he had a peculiar interest in clowns and circuses and trains. he loved dogs more than people and people more than anything else in the world. i never got the chance to talk to him about being autistic but i’m almost 99% sure he was.

i couldn’t say anything about him on the day because i was absolutely inconsolable. i sat on the shower floor until it went cold and sobbed for hours so hard i threw up and then didn’t speak the rest of the day. and then, late at night, i went out for ice cream and was served by an old queen covered in pride pins who was around his age, and he reminded me of him, and it helped a microscopic amount. my mom told him we lost our uncle and he looked at me and i wanted to tell him “you remind me of him” because i know he would’ve understood, but i couldn’t make any words come out, so we just looked at each other a moment. i don’t remember anything else about that night. except that it rained really hard for a long time. i still go there for ice cream occasionally and he serves us every single time and he talks as if we’re good friends, even though i never do much of the talking.

anyway. i went back to look at his obituary today and it feels like it just happened. or like it didn’t happen at all. idk. but the thing that’s getting me the most is i’m looking through his photo gallery and there’s pictures of him in his teens and 20s and like….. we would’ve been friends. i just know we would have. despite how quiet i was in school, despite how quiet HE was in school, he would’ve seen me one day and said smth to make me smile like he always did and we would’ve been best friends from then on. but i was born 30 years too late and instead of befriending me first he befriended my grandmother and mother, and instead of going to school with him every day he called me nearly every day to do animal impressions. mr. cow says hello. mr. sheep says good morning. mr. horse is passing the phone to silly chris now. we grew up calling him silly chris. that was just his name. one word. sillychris.

idk where i’m going with this post but i just wanted the world to know that i miss him, and that when my nephew is finally big enough to use the phone he’ll have to speak to my secretary mrs. horse

im gonna pull what little energy i have left together and go to the store and then im just gonna lay down and probably cry the rest of the day idk

(Presumably) roadkill muscovy duck that I found last year and finally got around to cleaning