they all get called pullingo and are kicked out of the city

Pavitr and Bhim Rajeshkumar and Karna Prabhakar.. the spider bros...

one thing I have learned about being poor is that you cannot for a moment stop thinking about it

jealous

hey. um. i love him

Wild that anytime I post an update a lot of people read it and are even excited about it and have their own thoughts and reactions to it that I'll never know.

Comments are only the very tip of the iceberg with it. And I am Very grateful to commenters for letting me in on it. But in the same way that I'll be excited with my friends when a fic we love updates, it's likely that Other people enthuse with Their friends when my fic updates. And it's just so strange. An experience I'll never have access to.

Everyone's relationship with my fic is unique. So many different people with so many different circumstances and preferences... and the number of people that have told me that my fic is one of their favorites, some even saying it's their Favorite favorite... every single one of them have their own relationship with my writing.

It's just interesting to me. I think and think and think on my writing. I have my plans for basically the entire fic, the way I want it to end already thought out, all the major plot beats and the relationship progressions, All of that thought out. I love my writing so very much, but I'm on the inside looking out. This is my mechanical horse, and I'm in here laying out the groundwork and pulling levers and constructing limbs, puttering away making the horse move. Forever and always, my relationship with it will be more intimate than anyone's, and yet more clinical. Because I know it better than the back of my own hand, but I'll never have the experience of reading it fresh. Of reading it without knowing everything that's going to happen from now to the end and beyond. I won't have the thrill of the plot twists I have planned, the delight at seeing things progress, the horror at seeing things go wrong...

This is my mechanical horse, and I'm making it move.

I just always wonder what it must be like to see it from the outside. I hope to others that it's a pretty horse.

my ex is talking about all these cute dates they're going on with this trans guy and how they're planning to kiss for the first time tonight and i just wish i had something like that with someone. if i had transitioned maybe i could've had a chance of being attractive to them... i only say that bc i reallyyyy struggle to believe i'll find my person. i feel so unattractive physically and personality wise :/ and i have no money to my name, and my apartment is constantly a mess. all the girls i was into turned out to be a jerk or rejected me. What Is It Going To Take!!!!!!

if you like my linguistics videos, watch this, it’s very good.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g14EvDDhgpE

last post ended up deleting my tags so im continuing them here

hate being genuine and vulnerable abt the things i like bc of the very real spectre of Being Cringe. bc it feels like cringe culture is dead but only if you're cringe in the appropriate way and not a lame way... idk

i have a plan:

if kosa passes, i’m gonna rename myself to shifusreallover or inkylovesshifu

that simple chat of sae and bianca makes me go mad like 🙃 (especially the tags)

that’s just the tip of the iceberg sadly :’) but don’t worry yn will get some too 😭

That’s our friendship I say and do the dumbest things, and Newt falls victim. “Tommy, you’re weird you know that.” “And yet, you’re my friend.” “Unfortunately.” “I would be offended, but I know deep down you actually like me.”

This concept was leaving in my head, and needed to be let out.

read on ao3

speaking of fictional characters who have committed atrocities—

I'm not much for posting selfies anywhere, but I was so adorable yesterday you must all suffer.