​Art I made about my twin brother being out of state for a couple of days

Stop im rewatching why dan is leaving me bc of ur post theyre so disgustingly domestic i adore them

sometimes i watch that video just to feel something

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Had a dream about gender nonconforming Kamui Shiro. Let my boy where cute dresses.

it's amazing how just having time to do some cleaning and take a bubble bath with wine and talk to a friend while my cat naps on my lap was enough to bring me back from the borderline mental health crisis i had going on this morning. it seems cliche but life really is about self-care and the little things that bring you joy sometimes.

The sentence “Mark Johnson and T’Pel are here again, sir” becomes every Starfleet admiral’s worst nightmare.

rrrrrrrrr im so frustrated with my writing. its just been weeks of struggle and whyyyy. idk i think i need to rework or rethink what im going for with this one or something, its like i can feel the threads of the themes i wanna do are sooo close to tying together but it just isnt quite reaching yet and so it reads like a stilted bland mess but the more i stare at it the further away it feels aaah

i know it can get there i kNOW it can, the ending and like aha moment is so cleaaaar that i think its almost too solid and thats why my beginning feels so fucked—like i just keep asking myself 'well if hes gonna get there in chapter 5, whats stopping him from getting there now in chapter 2??' i tHOUGHT i had reasons but now that im there i just keep instinctually writing him to have the connecting/realization moment anyway and like. if that's how it is then what even IS the story??? i need a break

me watching s2 of teen wolf though really is like. oh and they did nothing with that plot thread. and that plot thread. and that plot thread

sasja x daniel

Hi. I want to thank Temuera Morrison for everything he did for Boba Fett.

"Non farlo piangere" girl he literally cries in his mother's arms when he's trying to fall asleep because he gets frustrated when he can't and now I'm making him cry???????????????

The way susanna is so horrifically (racistly) abused and neglected by the narrative and by king himself… and yet she’s the only one who gets a happy ending…. Its so lame and too little too late and yet…. I crey every time

In a modern au where somehow all of these people are alive at the same time and the ages work out conveniently—Alicent, who is getting out of her shitty Targ marriage, becomes great friends with Elia, who also left a shitty Targ marriage, her distant cousin Baelor’s new girlfriend.

Alicent sets up Elia and Baelor (She is somehow baelors great aunt despite being 10 years younger liek ???) While Aemond is frantically trying to hit on Elia and slide into her dms because he simply can't let a pretty dark haired milf slide out of his grasp.

i mentioned it last month that i went to a poetry reading event w my friend, and to encourage her to perform i was like “alright i’ll go up if you go up” even though i hadn’t performed one of my poems publicly since i was a sophomore in high school, right? i mentioned that. well if you weren’t here for that, now you’re filled in. also, it went well. i did a good job. now you’re really filled in.

i went to another poetry reading tonight w that same friend, but it was a kinda different sort of thing. the host was different, the crowd was different. some of the performers overlapped bc it’s local but it felt like, still good but, y’know, another atmosphere. i signed up to perform with my friend again, though this time i had actually brought something prepared to read. oddly enough it made me more nervous, but it turned out not to matter because technical difficulties, blah blah, the sign-up list went a little out-of-order, and not everyone who signed up got to read, because it went overtime. i was one of those ppl. that’s fine, i’ll do it next time. no big deal.

but as the night was ending and i was kinda perplexed like “wait, was i just skipped?” and the place was closing. someone came up to me. complete stranger. he was like, “hey, you.”

“me? you mean me?”

“yes, you. definitely you. i really loved your poem.”

“me? but i didn’t read anything. do you mean you were here last month and you saw me?”

“yeah, the poem you read. it was just amazing. i was so inspired, by just the way you read it, and the words, and the details.”

and i was just like really floored bc he remembered my poem. it was actually this one. i had introduced it, of course, by saying it was a prompt from my poetry class about the simple subject of “who am i?” and then he showed me in his notebook that he wrote his own poem about “who am i?” because it really got him thinking. and i could see the title on the page and that he had done a few drawings with it and whatnot but he didn’t want to let me read it at first bc he was shy.

so i was like, well, let me enter my number in your phone so you can text it to me later. and he did. and i read it. and it was really beautiful. and i’m just like, wow. i have an admirer. someone really came up to me over a month later to introduce themselves and tell me i inspired them to write poetry.

this is so surreal a feeling.

my toxic trait is that i think more people would dislike nancy/how stancy ended if nancy was the guy and steve was the girl

tells my boyfriend im overwhelmed lately bc ive had 0 alone time for almost a full month now bc we have a friend staying with us until we can get set up in the new house and he goes "oh yeah that sucks im sorry :(( but hey soon ill be working till 10 every night just like (roommate) so whenever we both work youll have most of the day to urself!" i go hide in the closet come out to make a drink and he sits in the kitchen and silently watches me make the drink the entire time