I Am So Overcome By The Way Knives Is In Love With An Idea Of His Brother. An Image. He Is So Infatuated

u know ur fucked if a ship has a white/black or red/blue color scheme. doomed from the mf start.

I CREATED YOU. YOU CREATED ME.

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

the urge to draw andhera and/or binx is overwhelming. must resist...

I CANT THE URGE IS TOO STRONG

BINX LOVES ANDHERA IM GONNA THROW UP THIS IS AMAZING

There are so many moments in Heartstopper that are relatable, but nothing has hit me in the gut more than the moment where everyone is picking their roommates for the Paris trip and Imogen just stands there as a still point in the chaos, looking around even though she knows she's not going to spot anyone who wants her

I love when you’re reading multiple fics by the same author and you start to spot all the phrases and adjectives they like to use

I do have a piece of writing advice, actually.

See, the first time I grew parsnips, I fucked it up good. I hadn't seen parsnips sprouting before, right, and in my eagerness I was keeping a close eye on the row. And every time I saw some intruding grass coming up, I twitched it right out, and went back to anticipating the germination of my parsnips.

But it turns out parsnips take a bit longer than anything else I'd ever grown to distinguish themselves visually. It's just the two little split leaves, almost identical to a newly seeded bit of kentucky bluegrass when they first come up, and they take a good bit to establish themselves and spread out flat before the main stem with its first distinctive scallopy leaf gets going.

I didn't get any parsnips, not that year, because I'd weeded them all out as soon as they showed their faces, with my 'ugh no that's grass' twitchy horticulture finger.

The next year, having in retrospect come to suspect what had happened, I left the row alone and didn't weed anything until all the sprouts coming up had all had a bit to set in and show their colors, and I've grown lots of parsnips since. They're kind of a slow crop, not a huge return, but I like them and watching them grow and digging them up, and their papery little seeds in the second year, if you don't harvest one either on purpose or because you misjudged the frost, so it's worth it.

Anyway, whenever I see someone stuck and struggling with their writing who's gotten into that frustration loop of typing a few words, rejecting them, backspacing, and starting again, I find myself thinking, you gotta stop weeding your parsnips, man.