Waiting For My Fic To Update So I Can Read The Last Chapter >:

Be like me

Load up fallout 4

Play until I look around and my room is completely dark

Realize I have not eaten today (don't do this part)

Go into kitchen, find a hunk of smoked brisket in the fridge. Cut off a chunk and go to town on it. No sauce. Nothing. Just meat.

Heavily push down the urge to growl at the dogs because it's my food.

Also find a container of chopped up cucumber. Eat a handful of it.

Feel satisfied.

Go back to fallout.

I get so excited at the idea of what my future readers will find out when they analyze my works to gain a better understanding of my psyche :3

Like damn Crypt. That's a lot of dead or absent sibling motifs mixed with characters going through some kind of identity crisis (often paired with them experiencing a disconnect from reality).

Yeah, reader. It's my brand.

One thing ya gotta know about me? I'm gonna analyze a Gorillaz song. I'm gonna dissect it like a mad scientist. I'm going to play the same Gorillaz song over and over again until I have it SWIMMING in my brain. I'll listen to so much of it that my inner monalogue will turn British.

Are my takes on the songs gonna be what was intended??? PROBABLY NOT! BUT THATS OKAY. Because I'm having fun.

I will never shut up about Chalk Tablet Towers or Souk Eye or Fireflies. OR TO BINGE.

Mmm Gorillaz.

Questioning being fictionkin??? I have been for a little over a year now. However, I feel like despite how much I've looked into it and thought about it, I still don't know???

I can't tell if it's an actual part of my identity or if it's just because I worked on adapting this character for such a long time that he's just basically become me. I've used him as a way to work through things for so long, whether having conversations with him just to voice issues out loud, writing my own trauma through him, or just pretending to be him for comfort. Granted at times with the last scenario it's been a more unpleasant feeling, but sometimes just having the idea of his presence beside me is reassuring. He's like a friend I can always rely on, and if he needed a place to stay, I'd offer my own without a moment of hesitation.

I don't know if I'd consider myself to be him, but it feels like more than just a favorite character. He isn't quite me, but he isn't quite not me. Does any of this make sense? I am genuinely looking for advice if anyone has any.

Happy pride month!

Especially a big happy pride month to anyone who is in the closet, recently came out, just realized that theyre lgbtq+, lgbtq+ kids, older lgbtq+ folks, any trans person in the entire world, and trans people who don't want to/can't afford to medically transition.

I love you all very much, and I hope you're all doing well and taking some time to love yourself for who you are.

College class scheduling is evil. You know what isn't? Going for a hike in the cold winter air. I'm tired of concrete and brick. I wanna go get in them damn woods.

I love my pack they're such nice people

Feelin real green.

The Tumblr green text shade is a pretty good representation of me, I think. It's just toxic enough for me to think of Fallout and radioactive sludge.

The orange is good too. It isn't super bright, which I appreciate. More Halloween. Like, if I bottled up the original Halloween Town movie or a Spirit Halloween? It would be this orange.

Good shit

This picture but they're both me.

me (wolf) and my doggy friend, we're so silly !!!

I'd like to own my own house someday. In my dream scenario, I'd own a few acres of land, and I'd build a guest house for my pack to come and go as they please.

Me and my mate would build a cob house specifically and model it after earthship homes. We'd have a conversation pit and a sun room, and we'd make everything nice and cozy. We'd have kids, and we'd raise them in a strong and loving community of friends who treat each other like family. I'd get to sit on my front porch like any other old southern folk, and I'd watch my pack run around happily in the safe haven we have cultivated for ourselves.

I'd like to foster, if I'm able, and provide others with a safe space to live for a while while on their journeys. Maybe I'd also rescue animals.

I'd learn how to farm and work towards being more and more self sustainable (which is already a real goal of mine). I'd repair old clothes and harvest my own food, and I'd give back to my community the same way they give back to me.

Nonhumans of Tumblr, what is your dream as “human”, if you have one?

Personally, I wanna move somewhere north (probably Sweden), own a cabin in the woods with my own garden and a dog, and a partner. Embrace my nonhumanity. Make music but also home-baked goods in my free time. Ideally no job, but since that’s not how the world works, I’d wanna do something with canines, other northern animals, or something out in nature in general.