Ha, 69 Notes At The Time I Reblog This, Nice

This test called me autistic (correct) and touch starved (also correct) and I DONT LIKE IT

where’s that personality test where you pick from different colors and then it reads your emotional state for complete filth

Reblogged one of those dumb good luck posts yesterday and then got an email 30 minutes later saying that I was selected by my professors to go to a writing conference for free (and it costs minimum 875$ to go)

So now I’m not gonna skip shit like this I am superstitious now

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

sorry for my recent breakdown. do you still think i'm hot?

Being queer means that the only time I’ve ever felt good about myself in photos is when I dressed up as a clown for my sister’s photography assignment where my clownsona (Gigatron AKA Giggles AKA Trap K$ng G) climbs the clown corporate ladder to become clown of the month

I use this photo every time I have to use a photo of myself for something (including a name placard for a research conference) and I have no regrets

womb tattoo on forehead because mind pregnate with ideas

I’m yearning. Someone sedate me pls

are you loud in bed?

you could say that

Ok ok so yes angst that builds over the course of the narrative and ends with A and B fucking absolutely NASTY is fun and all but consider:

The arc *starts* with A and B fucking nasty once or maybe even a few times (because what else would be a better inciting incident?) and it catches the reader off guard bc isn’t this supposed to be angst? What’s the plot? Is this just self indulgent smut (which is still fine but not what the reader was expecting)

Bc A is happy about it, thrilled even. Feelings have been acted on, things are looking up…even tho they went from 0 to 100 with B it feels normal.

B on the other hand, is a disaster. Repression with a side of pride and a dash of comphet for good measure. It wasn’t until they were literally in bed with A (or a closet, or the back seat of a car) that they even considered A to be an option. At least consciously.

THATS where you get the angst, babie! The angst and the new build up comes in the same way. Arguing, distance, confusion, manipulation…but instead of it being “will they, won’t they” it’s “will they ever again” which is just so DELICIOUS!!!!

Like every time their fingers brush or there’s lingering eye contact or an absentminded comment is made it is colored even worse because THEY’VE ALREADY DONE SOMETHING! SOMETHING HAS ALREADY HAPPENED! A and B both know there’s something there because they broke the bed (or the closet door, or the car seat) so of course they wouldn’t be rejected…right?

And of course after thousands upon thousands of words of angst and slow burn and self destructive behavior they fuck nasty AGAIN but they don’t pull away from each other after

Fic over! Boom! Done! Give me your wallet!