The Nice Thing About College (esp. Midterm Week) Is That You Can Write All You Want In Public And Nobody

dicks out friday

reblog with your most unhinged jrwi convos!!!

sometimes i have the audacity to think like "oh i dont think being alone so much over break affects me" and then i look back at old screenshots i have.

NEW CHAPTER

if tumblr dies i will begin hand-writing fanfic interspersed with deranged journal entries and i will start selling the notebooks on ebay like i’m fucking franz kafka doing letters to milena i’m not afraid

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

dicks out friday

19 is such an unromantic age for spring. in winter it’s all well and good, it serves like an overcoat and scarf. it coats all embarrassment about who you are in a thick layer of frost and ennui- so what if i’m boring. winter serves as a modifier to the shame of being boring while young. it’s winter, i’m 19, light my cigarette about it. but in spring? and, god forbid, summer? it seems almost chaste, as a number. to be 18 in summer was monumental, a symbol of incredible, defining freedom, a maidenhead and a maiden voyage all at once, even if i knew as i was 18 that it was humiliating to be 18. but 19? in spring? that winter ennui is remaining even now that the frosts are melting. how horrifically embarrassing it is to be 19 in spring! hustler and virgin all in one. i don’t even like good music.

hello at last fellow kyokao enjoyers.

i love bra’ad so much because in all the dnd i’ve played/watched/etc no character has ever captured gay panic so effectively.

while we’re talking about Charlie’s propensity for gay roleplay, here’s one of my favorite Br’aad moments.