also sucks that "you clearly think something is wrong with me because I haven't quit my job to settle down and have 8 children yet, but at least you acknowledge that I am smart enough to have gotten my degree and my job on my own merits" is a concession I have to make at all ever

sometimes I forget that I'm pretty fortunate in that even the least progressive/most old-fashioned people I regularly interact with are still like. capable of having a conversation with a woman as if she is a fellow human being with a mind. encountering outspoken misogyny is always a rude reminder

now that I haven't talked about dragonfable or heropulchure in fully like six years I have to say: perstephone "steph" "hero" margaret cornfield is a cringe annoying little freak and sepulchure should be embarrassed to be in love with them. and he is. both embarrassed and in love with them. thanks

it’s fine to mark up and draw in books and fold pages and whatever else to your hearts content and the way ppl sometimes treat this like desecration of a sacred object is annoying to me

let me Out of dogshit sleep hell I have things to doooooo

my brain: does not let me Try to go to sleep until stupid late my brain: doesn't let me Actually sleep until later than that my brain: wakes me up Way earlier than it needs to with a stress dream about the kittens, who for the record are fine my brain as I drag myself unwillingly to consciousness:

doing stuff to my car but you can't be mean about the dirt because I'm from a world where car washes are banned on pain of death and even cleaning it this much was risky

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ you're so kawaii when you're being plagued by the inevitability of it all!!

I need. apples

so PLEASE do not judge my taste in media or anything else based on this, but I finally finished a fic that's been haunting my brain for almost four years now and all I ask is acknowledgement that I finished it. oh my god archiveofourown.org/works/38068681

transkovsky I think about him

“This two-handed soldier’s sword was huge and aberrant and frankly malicious, and utterly your responsibility.”

people assume my "come a little closer and I'll teach you about rabies" shirt implies I'm going to Give them rabies but it's actually very literal in that if you give me the chance I will become an unskippable cutscene about it

yeeting this into the void archiveofourown.org/works/72308456

I came so close to getting my own kayak for my birthday this year before I changed my request to funding to take my fragile catdaughter to the vet, but now that she's doing better I need to get back on that bc literally nothing puts me in a good mood as easily as rowing a small boat around

good afternoon girl I am in the water

enough cars pissed me off at the same time that I called them collectively Bitches Ass, which is not a plural form I'd considered previously

[fe3h] ashelix .................................

sometimes writing will make you ask yourself tough questions, such as "who will actually want to read the horse dentistry chapter in my yaoi fic"

sat so gay onstage that it startled the director

singing tier list bc i got sidetracked from whatever i was doing earlier and wanted to hear lorenz's choir voice line

I haven't even played my fucked up paladin boy's campaign in 5 years but we still sometimes bring him up for concepts such as "modern au cash's parents are a deadly pro gamer and an asshole fashion mogul and somehow he needs even more therapy than in canon where they're both evil overlords"

you know what they say: down an arm, up a ghoul

went looking for something in the irls discord and instead I found a perplexing dream I had completely forgotten about

me when I Ioooovvvveeeeee spending large amounts of money randomly with no warning

ugh can't wait to get this cut off (ambiguously referring to my overlong hair or my head)

ugh can't wait to get this cut off (ambiguously referring to my overlong hair or my head)

almost every time I go on facebook (not often tbf) I see a new [feminine name] [last name of a guy from my high school] and I have to squint at the pfp bc "two classmates with the same hair color got married" feels about as likely as "there was Yet Another repressed trans person at that school"

#whumptober ok i killed him again. but like in a cul chulainn way.

lrp still hysterical to me that I'm on a "political drama" blocklist when the literal only "political" original posts I've ever made are like. if you treat trans people like shit consider not doing that

I love checking the blocklists I'm on and it's like "leftists that make me so so so mad" by the most annoying guy you've ever seen in your life

my cat son helpfully brings me items from my own art supply boxes across the room in case I wanted to look at them

In honor of National Poetry Day, the greatest parody rewrite of all time:

steam friend notifs are so weird if you've been on there for long enough

made another friend for the day at the vet. this literally always happens there and never in any other place or situation

one of my favorite chemicals conceptually is dmso, aka the on-contact garlic potion (if you spill a drop anywhere on your skin you will instantly taste garlic) which is fairly harmless on its own except that it will take absolutely anything dissolved in it directly through your skin with it

I think part of my Deal with writing is that it's harder for me to stand back from the evidence of my own work and see the finished product for what it is than with basically any other creative pursuit

. I try to temporarily contain my cat son in the bathroom while a bug situation is dealt with . I see a string toy slowly and quietly disappearing under the door . I see my cat son freely running around uninhibited by bathroom jail ok buddy

I have got to make some of the insane shirts I put on in my dreams real

I have loved every cat I've known inexpressibly much but I think when ag goes (which will hopefully be a long time from now) I might have to commission a statue in her honor

my this <3

gently telling the car matching pace with me through three stoplights that I'm sure they're very nice but I'm just not ready for marriage

"well I'll just read a couple lines of this fic and then mark it for later" he says before regaining consciousness an hour later to find he is more than halfway through it

the coworkers saying weird shit about me to my face and openly trying to Figure Me Out is part of the inspiration for the tag on one of my necklaces that says "ask me about my deal" bc like. people Will, spontaneously and without any leadup, ask me about my deal

thinking in particular about the time somebody at my last job looked at me thoughtfully, as if he had spent a While trying to decipher something, and saying (paraphrased) "you know, at first I thought you just didn't care at all but I think it's just that there's no warmth to you"

Obscene horror ⬇️ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ⬇️

mindset

I think this is the first job I've had where none of my coworkers try to psychoanalyze me as a pastime

as an adult man it is okay and even encouraged to harm me badly. as long as the gore is pixelated <3

The horror they accept now: