#same story

I feel so patethic for no reason in this period of my life. Need to get more in touch w my old habits (aka staying indoors reading books and scrolling internet or going out for lonely walks, sketching etc) for a while untill i'll be ready to actually put myself out there again.

And i need to study science. Like actually study it, cuz there will be a test the day after tomorrow and i NEED to get it right :/

I think my personal nature keeps me away from being the kind of person who feels comfortable always hanging out and talking to people. Oh well.

But hey, here's a pic of my desk w a Rei plushie, a Beck's beer as a memory from my first antifa "protest"/celebration, and two smoking sticks of incense. Idk im kinda proud of buying them, they smell great ^_^

"Hadrian Caesar said to Rebbi Yehoshua 'Great is the lamb who stands among 70 wolves!', [Rebbi Yehoshua] responded 'Great is the shepherd who protects her and breaks them down before her'."

i just had the epiphany that the reason i love kevin day, despite him not fitting the archetype of characters i obsess over, is because both of the characters i am obsessed with are completely and inextricably intertwined with him (andrew and jean)

see I told you this would happen. I told you you’d get to know me better and you’d fall out of love with me. it’s like an old cassette jammed in the car stereo. I’m driving this banana yellow car and you get in and sit next to me and for the first few miles you write me verses of love poetry. you see my gorgeous smile and hear my sensual laugh and the breeze in my hair always makes it look like I’m some goddess you can’t get enough of. but after enough miles you see me, really see me and then what you want to do the most is to get out. and so I warn you. every time we stop for gas, I tell you this is a good time to say our goodbyes, a great time to exit. you laugh like you can’t believe I’m saying this and pull me in for a hug. then tell me, what exactly happens, a hundred miles later that you jump out of the moving car? now you’ve broken your arm and the blame is on me. I had warned you, I always do. so please don’t put any of this on me.

What happened on the subway before Five and Lila returned to the others? I've completely retranslated this one-shot. Enjoy.

I'm sorry if I sound whiny, but the thing that grinds my gears to no end is people using chatGTP to write comments on ao3. This happened to me a couple of times now and I just.

Don't feed my story into an ai. Don't let it write me a comment that is soulless, conveys no emotion and also gets the goddamn plot wrong. Don't kill the planet because you want to comment and don't have the capability to write a "loved this" when that would work perfectly well.

Don't use bloody AI to write comments for fanfics that are locked for the simple reason that we don't want our works to be fed into the slop factory.

But also, if you write me an ai comment prepare to he blocked. I'm not dealing with this.

The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.