hold on, I’m about to fall in love and self ship with another fictional character real quick
Welp, back to obsessively refreshing the Guardian front page…
Me, finishing ep 3 of When My Love Blooms: *screams into a pillow for 5 hours*
(WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS THIS STORY. WHY AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT THIS BULLSHIT “LOVE” STORY. THEY’RE STALKERS. IT’S FORCED. IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE. I’M UPSET.)
hongjoong honestly makes me so stressed sometimes…
I AM MCFUCKN STRESSED
Someone bash my head in with a hammer I’ll pay u
HEY CHRIS CHIBNALL WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO
*lets out a snarl* I am not your fucking therapist, I do not have to put up with your catastrophyzing at me, and I do not have the FUCKING spoons to be nice about shutting your shit down today mother. Deal with it.
*takes a deep breath, and does their best to let this go* Already was having a flare of ow today. I do not need to court making it worse by holding onto the stress.
*takes another deep breath, and plans to go back to reading fic after hitting post*
when ur butch sends hand pics…..😳
CW: description of eating disorder techniques
i looked up “omad” because i’d never encountered that specific term before yesterday & found some article explaining what it was (one meal a day a.k.a. starving yourself for 23 hours a day & putting huge restrictions on what you do eat, that i won’t list here bc this is bad enough already) & they quoted some doctor saying that the problem is that people who’ve been starving for 23 hours will want to eat “junk food” instead of “healthy food” so it won’t be ~effective~ for weight loss… instead of the fact that you’re literally starving yourself
“Noragami is a comedy”
i set aside two hours to sit down and work on some wips and guess how much i wrote?? bitch, nothing!!!
I think by sheer post count alone I am actually the most vocal worm in here but goddamn if I don’t also break thw average word count bubble HEY REMEMBER WHEN I USED TO SPEND ALL THIS ANXIOUS ENERGY WRITING AND READING AND PLAYING GAMES?
REMEMBER WHEN I ENJOYED DOING THINGS? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THAT?
& @thyfate lesbeans
WATER TICKLES DOWN BARE SKIN when she shifts, lips following the droplets clinging to vyel’s shoulder. the underground cave is sparsely illuminated, lamps casting orange light across the stones. she had loved coming here as a child ——— the heated pond her little secret, far away from the noise of the court. and now she gets to share it, to bask in the serene warmth together. a finger lifts to trace the jagged edge of a scar, as if she’s trying to decipher a secret code written in braille, chest pressing against her back so she can reach her ear. “ you’re so beautiful. ”
When you print out your 300+ page draft to find halfway through that you neglected to put PAGE NUMBERS ON IT.