you ever want to just go whisper some shit into a rock in cambodia

"apologies for the wait. I see the reservation here" the hostess looks slightly disheveled, but in a way that works for her. like when the final girl stops running, and turns around to face the monster, knife in hand. you wonder if that's a look she does on purpose. you wonder what she orders here

a crackle of her footsteps on plastic sheeting as she steps up to pull off the hood. what a waste of gorgeous eyes. he does look like a jason. but, then again, they all do. he is staring directly at you. you suppose he can tell you're the easier mark if he's going to try to get out of this breathing

"apologies for the wait. I see the reservation here" the hostess looks slightly disheveled, but in a way that works for her. like when the final girl stops running, and turns around to face the monster, knife in hand. you wonder if that's a look she does on purpose. you wonder what she orders here

this guy looks like he belongs in an ad for an IPA that tastes like the least appealing parts of fucking a pine tree. he looks like he has a dog named after a roman general famous for a coining a phrase that roughly translates to "fuck their pussies first. feed your soldiers second". he's crying now

the table has a lovely view of the city, twinkling through the glass. it's a trek to make it out here, but it's hard to argue with the results. she chose nonscreaming tonight, which is fair. a quite night is more appropriate to the occasion. she'll want to talk about her recent promotion, after all

"for two, then" the hostess smiles. "will that be screaming or nonscreaming" she's smiling specifically at the knife earrings, which you worried were too on the nose. but that thing about wearing a band's own tshirt to the show being cringe is made up. you made a girl smile. you're already winning

the plans are open to amendment. but here's the outline: The Seventh Generation From Freedom (The Smoldering Hunger Of A Forest That Thirsts After A Long Season Of Drought And Violence): you will learn to feel uneasy in artificial forests. you will learn to view the fires as a sign of rebirth

queer pride month isn't quite the vibe imo. so, we're trying out something a little different. welcome to: The Seven Generations Of Cishet Shame And Embarrassment

rabbitbrained (wasp infested)

jobs I'm suited for: - oracle - crabspotter - oysternazi shucker at fancy lesbian restaurant - the girl who can't do long boat trips due to claustrophobia but always meets you on the dock to wish you luck even though you'd prefer she slept in - girl who writes the bus stop announcement vignettes

seattle

I am supposed to still be on hiatus btw. today was a mistake. don't let me do this again

pretty sure what was missing was sleep deprivation. that last one got away from me. ah well. this is alt, who cares

Jana H-S Would Make A Terrible Bartender Part 2: enter a terrible god. she appears to be in a bad mood. or maybe she's just wet. you didn't realize that it was raining outside. she is faking the smile, in any case. "how late am I", asks the terrible god. you hadn't noticed she was late, actually

Jana H-S Would Make A Terrible Bartender Part 1:

I kind of hate how well "jana the fae bartender" works. it works well enough that I'm sincerely questioning whether I could swing bartending as a job, which I had not previously given serious thought to

new girl behind the bar, smiling with teeth. "you got your ID on you", she asks, which is fair. how could she recognize you. she takes the license, reading it carefully. "you like this name", she asks, returning it. you aren't sure how to respond, you're noncommittal. "that wasn't very enthusiastic"

"for two, then" the hostess smiles. "will that be screaming or nonscreaming" she's smiling specifically at the knife earrings, which you worried were too on the nose. but that thing about wearing a band's own tshirt to the show being cringe is made up. you made a girl smile. you're already winning

jobs I'm suited for: - oracle - crabspotter - oysternazi shucker at fancy lesbian restaurant - the girl who can't do long boat trips due to claustrophobia but always meets you on the dock to wish you luck even though you'd prefer she slept in - girl who writes the bus stop announcement vignettes

Okay this cooks though

queer pride month isn't quite the vibe imo. so, we're trying out something a little different. welcome to: The Seven Generations Of Cishet Shame And Embarrassment

this is still obviously true imo

rabbitbrained (wasp infested)

they should pay me to write a tokusatsu about my real life experiences

jana h-s is most famous for having had the normal human brain

@aychessianorchid.bsky.social credit where it's due, "I am your god and also your little sister, now let me take advantage of your gorgeous tangle of magically powerful transexuals or i will bleed you dry of the one thing you've always felt you were running out of" is some really incredible villainy

sigmund freud would shoot me with a gun

it's neat that they made a mental illness that feels like being ontologically consumed from the inside out like a paralyzed grub with a wasp larvae bursting out of it and then gave that mental illness to the exact girl who is most likely to turn that feeling into a weird sex thing. it's a good setup

when do the meds changes hit the quality of my writing, because, as long as I remain capable of spitting fire like this, I am in danger

if someone had told me that running out of meds would cause interruptions to my social life, it would have changed nothing. because I am a crazy, irresponsible bimbo with no self control to speak of

fucked up that I'm not being tied up and used rn. someone should attend to that

do I really want to be an "influencer" I certainly act as though I do

maybe it's the fact that I'm only partially medicated atm. but I'm seriously considering an actual pivot to tiktok music content and jesus christ I hope this thought passes without making an impression

I Miss My Gorgeous Teethfriends

resisting the urge to say this on main for opsec reasons. but that mountain goats show in august is literally in my neighborhood. if no one buys me tickets and then walks me home and does stuff to me after, you're just leaving money on the table tbh

the question trans lit keeps asking is: how we can save ourselves without needing to save each other. there is no answer, at least no true one. You are in a sublet in the Brooklyn neighborhood of New York City. There is an exit to the north. It is very dark, you are likely to be eaten by a grue

Behind The Posts fun fact! this Post isn't actually true. they just let you do that, if you're hot enough

the rabbit got a doctor's appointment btw. white knuckles for three weeks, though

rabbithearted / rabbitbrained

I have lost at meds chicken now we play "try not to die before your pcp calls you back"

toxic throuple between a bunnygirl, a deergirl, and a foxgirl

the looming tragedy that, eventually, a girl is going to try to teach me to play mtg

but these last two carts have only lasted me like a week. being surrounded by gorgeous stoners is expensive

playing a game that I like to call "meds chicken"

better yet. give us a fucking podcast

pretty fucked up that I used to be married to a dude

having an alt is great because I can say things like "need to go to urgent care today to get med refills because I don't have a doctor yet, because I've been too busy being distracted by the beautiful inevitability of how well it fits down my throat" without anyone being weird to be about it. right

proof of rope

I get to make fun of the night vale guys because I am better than them in essentially every one. also they haven't chosen my song for the weather yet