I’m really confused on what my gender and sexuality is, what do you have to say that would help?
Try not to stress out about putting a definitive label on it, because at the end of the day, the label doesn't matter that much. It comes down to what you feel, who you like, and what you identify with. Sometimes this takes a long time. It took me until I was 20 to finally realise this stuff myself, for some this realisation happens even in like their 60s!
My advice would be that you don't need to rush anything. Like who you want to like and if you absolutely feel like you NEED to have a label, use whatever just feels best at the time, you're allowed to change. Or you could use a more vague, yet overarching term like "queer" or "genderqueer" as those cover basically everything.
I wish you all the best in your journey! :D
sometimes, it dawns on me just how incredibly happy i am that fanfic exists as a medium. like, the amount of experiences had, the excitement and thrills and tears and joy—and more—that writers of fic can give to so, so many people... it's immeasurable; it's wonderful.
and just. what an amazing thought, you know? in a world where we're all struggling to get by, recognising this beautiful thing we have created, knowing that we're all sharing in taking some sort of pleasure/lesson/comfort etc from reading and/or writing it?
that's really special.
“蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉 (Since my house burned down I now own a better view of the rising moon)”
—
Mizuta Masahide, 17th Century Japanese Poet & Samurai (via
missjodi)
We took the drunk train home.
They were all absolutely infatuated with him and whispering about how much they wanted to pet him and then shushing each other saying “no that’s rude you can’t! just leave him alone!” so I told them they can pet him if they want and they were absolutely overwhelmed with happiness, while simultaneously being very concerned for his well-being, continually asking if I was very sure that it was okay and that I should please please tell them if I need them to leave him alone.
Basically, it was a great ending to a VERY long day. Sometimes people are really great.
BROOOO TUMBLR CHEWED AND SNEEZED ON THE QUALITY OF THIS WTF
at the end of it, you’re always just the point of someone else’s story, everyone clamoring to say what you were, what you meant, and your thoughts on it all don’t mean nothing.
Writing is first and foremost about having fun.
Write the story you want to write, no matter how cliché or overdone of a concept it might be. You are allowed to write your story, even if it's filled with billions of things we've already seen before.
As long as you enjoy what you're doing, and you're passionate and excited about your project, that's what matters.
And don't give too much thought into what other people are trying to tell you. There's an audience for everything. Some people do actively search to consume stories about ''washed up'' concepts.
(realized I never posted this here, sorry tumblr fans, you have been starved)
"You want to run that by me again?" Headcanon that while Ghostbur was around, he tried to fix Alivebur's jacket with blue thread he made from Friend's wool- which glows! So now, after Revivebur regained his possessions, his jacket still has Ghostbur's threads holding it together.
"Let the red dawn surmise / What we shall do, / When this blue starlight dies / And all is through"
This is a long scrolling comic I started in 2019 that won't look good uploaded here as a complete image. I'm sure I could divide it up in a way that Tumblr would like, but I also have worked on this for a long time and would like to post it and yeet myself off to read a good book. So HEY! Follow one of the two links here to see the complete comic (or download the full PNG from the Patreon post)!
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cassildas-song-72323431
Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/post/Cassildas-Song--Critical-Role-comic-B0B2F6Y32
me in planning stages of writing: this fucks. this is gonna be so fun.
me the minute i sit down to write: language is an unwieldy cudgel we use to beat the human experience to death in an attempt at ever communicating fully with another being. i wish intelligent life had never evolved. i want to go back to the cell stage like in spore