have not seen kevin lately but i forgot to text his case worker back abt smthn else and it’s rlly awkward to just be like “heeeeey sorry i dropped the ball on getting back to you is this guy alive and not incarcerated still?” so like i guess i’ll just see him next week.
im gonna start a charity that will pair every “i hate small talk, tell me something deep” man with a homeless or elderly person who doesn’t often get a chance to talk with people. them mfs do not mess around. today a man told me that i had received 11 thousand blessings in the span of my lifetime without knowing my fucking name. and do you wanna know what? kevin was right. i have.
hey so relationship charts can be such an incredible visual metaphor for the hurdles capitalism and bigotry put on interpersonal relationships i’m discovering
as a psa
-i’m in the middle of changing my major and getting a new job
-my usual beta reader is in the middle of a compsci degree and busy as hell
-my other beta reader is about to give up romance/porno for lent
expect a little over 35k words of scythebelts as soon as college takes it’s boot off my neck- or, more likely, expect it with the end of lent and the return of our lord and savior jesus christ, on easter sunday.
side note more people should make characters schizospec. just for shits and also because everybody loves us forever
dicks out friday
thinks about how people talk about pcos and starts doing this
i just saw your rb tags on the schizospectrum post and I’m sending my thoughts as an ask because i didn’t want to clog that persons reblog </3
but both the vengolor brothers have storylines that are SOOOO neurodivergent coded, what originally drew me into fated was the fact that br’aad is blatantly autistic and I could relate so much to the way he interacted with the party and was received by them
consider the vengolors neuros DIVERGED !!!!
the problem with getting better at writing is all the passion of all my old products is getting choked to death by the fact that i can’t bear to reread the segments i wrote as a fifteen year old jackass. but i also refuse to rewrite the 40-60k words that constitute the entire gxddamn half-baked plot.
I am shaking with rage.
After my many unpleasant encounters with women these past few days (anon hate, mother being a pest) I updated my DNI to include women. I take my DNI very seriously and expect people offline to respect my boundaries as well. Naturally, the females in real life have been making this Incredibly. Fucking. Difficult. Fine, I will simply find more Males and Non Binaries to follow on tumblr and continue blogging in my female-free space to avoid their complaining and their feminism. I begin to scroll through the blogs of people I am following to see if the people they reblog from are not pesky women, so that I may follow those people as well.
When lo and behold, I see an intruiging post on one such blog about vultures (death and all things related to it captivate my twisted mind). I see it was reblogged from someone who, in their description, refers to themselves as a "Mr. Strange." I am delighted to find a male, and even more delighted to find someone with a strange and dark mind similar to my own. I scroll for a bit and. What's this? A screenshot with a youtube channel, the same name as this tumblr user.
The screenshot contains a Woman, but I assume this to be a guest on Mr. Strange's channel, at best. Certainly not a fellow host, and certainly not Mr. Strange himself.
I venture to the Youtube Channel. The female is on every thumbnail. My hands close into fists. Right before I fly into a rage, I remember a crucial piece of information: The Transgenders! This is clearly just a Transgender Male who dresses in a feminine manner. Why else would this person go by Mr. Strange? I smile to myself, relieved. I'm sorry, Mr. Strange for mistaking you for a female.
I was mistaken. After many confusing videos and video titles, I realize that Mr. Strange is not their name. It is a joke. A mockery of us men. I have been unknowinly watching. A woman. For hours. I am so enraged, and I am lucky that my boyfriends (K and J) are here to calm me down or I would go dark mode fucking permanently. Men, be warned: the woman's account is Strange Aeons. If you see a "Mr. Strange," remind yourself: A WOMAN.
cannot fucking believe i finally uploaded the end of OP&J and it killed ao3. my power was simply too much.