Oh So I’m Gonna Pass Away

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Artist 🎨: @vhsdogs

My ideal death is bleeding out in the snow while writing my secret gay lover how I will find them in the next life and to look for me in a place that maybe we can be happy together

top 3 places to bleed out:

1. the snow

2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms

3. bathroom floor

Posture & Physical Presence For Writers

(Because how they stand can say more than how they speak.)

Upright and stiff — Formal, tense, or deeply uncomfortable. Slouched shoulders — Insecure, exhausted, or defeated. Relaxed stance — Open, comfortable, confident. Hands in pockets — Guarded, casual, or hiding something. Crossed arms — Defensive, cold, or waiting to be impressed. Leaning forward — Engaged, flirtatious, or impatient. Back straight, chin high — Proud, stubborn, or putting on a show. Shifting weight side to side — Nervous, indecisive, or stalling. Foot tapping — Anxious, impatient, or barely holding it together. Arms loose at sides — Neutral, calm, open to the moment. Fidgeting with sleeves/hair/etc. — Inner turmoil disguised as casual touch. Spine curled inward — Trying to be small, invisible, or unnoticeable. Standing too still — Suppressed emotion, discomfort, or internal freeze. Dominant stance (feet wide, chest forward) — Confidence, aggression, or showmanship. Head tilted slightly — Curiosity, confusion, or playful challenge.

Chinese emperor Ai of Han, fell in love with a minor official, a man named Dong Xian, and bestowed upon him great political power and a magnificent palace. Legend has it that one day while the two men were sleeping in the same bed, the emperor was roused from his sleep by pressing business. Dong Xian had fallen asleep across the emperor’s robe, but rather than awaken his peaceful lover, the Emperor cut his robe free at the sleeve. Thus “the passion of the cut sleeve” became a euphemism for same-sex love in China. — R.G.L.

My sperm donor is buying me the gay flat irons cause I’m a gay hairdresser and he’d be homophobic if he didn’t

But...

Make what bigger?

ye boy, Pirate!AU

Just heartfelt yapping

Forgive me I'm gonna get kinda emotional in this one, I'm even putting it on the main blog to make this a human moment you get what I'm saying

To start this off as a cliche, ever since I was a kid I wanted to be a writer.

Like that was my dream job because I loved reading so much and it was such a helpful escape from my p shit home life and I wanted to write my own story to escape into. I wrote in notebooks, I wrote on sticky notes, like anything and everything I was writing on.

I was pretty ruthlessly bullied all of my time in school and one of the major targets was my writing. I was the cliche teachers pet who liked to write and read so I was a easy target. It discouraged me a lot and eventually, I just stopped.

When I got to high school I started to write fanfiction because I loved reading it so much, it gave me that same feeling I used to have as a kid reading all the books I loved. I didn't post much, my magnum opus in numbers is actually a Fallout 3 fanfiction I wrote my senior year into my first year of college lol but I was writing and I was happy.

Then I got to college and I struggled a lot. I was the most depressed I had ever been in my entire life up to that point, I was in a place that was not accepting of me being transgender, I had a terrible "boyfriend" who crossed so many boundaries, I didn't have good friends, i was in a career path I didn't want to do and I had had my top surgery basically taken away from me because I got pneumonia, which I was hospitalized for and had to take the time I was supposed to have off recovering from surgery to recover from that and just so much shit.

I tried to write again but I couldn't and then some "friends" of mine how find my writing and bullied me for it so bad I had deleted so much stuff I wish I still had out of embarrassment. I mean at least over 100 works, gone. I hate that I did that so much.

Then years went by and beyond docs with not even a 100 words on it, I didn't write extensively.

Then BG3 came out and I was so full of lore for my character I just had to write it. I was going through what would be the worst phase of my life and mental health ever and I could find no outlet beyond BG3 and it was starting to drive me a little crazy so I tried my hand at writing again. I made my older sibling cry with what I had written, I had people messaging me telling me how they were crying over my character I had written and I thought, maybe I can do this.

Than life got shit again and I didn't write lol.

Till god damn Veilguard and bioware once again caught me in their clutches and I started to write again.

I dusted off the old tumblr I had made in highschool, revamped it and posted and my god the response was so incredibly sweet.

Ever since then, I have received nothing but love and just the most incredible kind things said to me about my writing and my characters. How people love them, how people want more of them and how they like the way I write.

I always wanted to be a writer and I am one now, and I just want to thank you all for that <3

Sorry for the ramble and for a bit of the dump!

TLDR? I love you and appreciate yall being here <3

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