I Used To Write Short Stories About Gay Lovers, Now I Write Fanfics About Gay Lovers

My partners friend went missing if you all could signal boost this!

No your honor i would never kill out of anger. I killed that guy for sport

my new gender identity

Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.

I forgot where I was going with this.

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I'm finally getting some fucking justice

For some context, I used to live part time with my mother's awful borderline abusive boyfriend, and last February they broke up. There's a court thing going on now because his daughter's mother (who is a really sweet person) is filing for full custody. I finally get to actually share what happened to the judge (via a letter) and give them my perspective on the whole thing. I'm awful at explaining it but basically, I'm writing to a judge, and I get to tell them how awful he was and hopefully they let her mother get full custody.

You don’t need to say “She was sad.” Show me the untouched coffee gone cold. The half-written text that never gets sent. The way she laughs at a joke and then immediately looks away. People don’t announce their emotions, they live them, they try to hide them, they pretend they’re fine when they’re not. Make your readers feel it between the words.

"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.

Yeah, but why not?

I'm so glad I live in a world where there's Archive of Our Own