Going To Go Read Through The Comments On My Fanfic To Try And Get Post-election Dopamine To Make Myself

Well shit. Can’t be cursed.

Snorting, cackling, and consoling my itty bitty inner child at this.

Oop yeah this is going on the blog. We fucken hate ai in here

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Also, again, queer is still so much easier. I’m not obligated to sit down and explain that I’m panromantic Demisexual, because most people don’t fucking understand what those terms mean, and:

Hello to you too acephobia!

And don’t get me started on the “isn’t bisexuality and pansexuality the same thing?” Argument people sometimes start. Technically no, there are more than just two genders and pansexuality means you literally do not care about that. It doesn’t matter to you what they identify as or what’s in their pants, and for some Bisexuals that might actually matter to them, even if to most you meet it doesn’t.

Here’s the other thing:

I don’t feel like having those conversations in public.

When I had to try and explain that to my mom upon coming out, that was exhausting enough. A stranger or even some family aren’t entitled to my explanations of my existence. Sorry, that’s up to me to decide.

So yeah. Queer it is.

Everything is like “QUEER history” and “List of QUEER young adult books” or “Top 10 QUEER movies” and queer this and queer that and for the love of god please just say LGBT.

Am I cringe for liking a dragon fic? Maybe. But you can tear dragon nrmt from my cold, dead hands.

I’d personally like to think Trucy knew what Phoenix was asking and was like “sic ‘em pops” because if I’m honest I’d want to get back at the dude who threw my life into shambles in the most poetic way possible too. Especially if the person they threw into shambles with me took me in without a second thought and stepped up for me because I was vulnerable, even if they were also hurt in the process too. Especially in trucy’s case where she comes to see Phoenix as her real father, and Phoenix adores Trucy as his daughter.

“You forged evidence and used me? Well, oopsies! Looks like the evidence you wanted to use against us was forged as well! Silly me, silly papa, how in the world did that happen? Oh? I delivered it? Well how was I supposed to know that it wasn’t real, that’s not my job, I’m just a silly teenager!”

I also believe she is far too perceptive to have not figured it out.

Like yeah, it’s not the merciful, righteous, “truth is unveiled in court” reveal that Phoenix would have pulled off pre disbarment, and it’s certainly not moral or legal the way he outs Kristoph, which definitely shows how he’s lost a lot of faith in the law because at the end of the day it failed both himself and his daughter tremendously, and it also shows how he’s willing to Bend and break rules if he deems it necessary- which he kind of didn’t before- but those are like, the bitter, scorned reactions I expect from someone who was failed so terribly. Phoenix and Trucy were both hurt by Phoenix’s disbarment. They bonded together through that hurt. Lived with it. Suffered through and persevered. But that anger would still be there, bubbling under the surface. And an opportunity to get revenge on someone who hurt you in a terribly satisfying way? Ooo boy. I’d take it. I’d take it and run.

a pawn twice over

How dare you be this fucking talented bitch. This is amazing.

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The Patreon, and the Ko-Fi 🐦

I wish I could just turn off my existence for the next few days and turn it on again when my first week of exams are over so I have no memory of the even, my eye hasn’t stopped fucking TWITCHING in weeks.

Why couldn’t great apes evolve the ability to go into torpor on command. (don’t answer this I know that wouldn’t be very effective.)

Why couldn’t I have been an opossum, and just conk the fuck out when I’m stressed so people think I’m dead until I wake up an hour later and I’m just fine.

I have this every time I have to wake for work. Why can’t I build stick and log shelters in the woods like I did as a child forage food for my family? That feels far more fulfilling to me than *gestures towards rampant end stage capitalism* this.

I would love to barter and trade for crafts, and I would love to have a job so intrinsically valuable to my daily life yet be allowed to have fun and goof off with my clan of chosen people like I was meant to. Instead I have to justify a comfortable existence with labor that isn’t even fulfilling, but is never ending and unchanging. Where is the challenge? Where’s the prize? The paycheck I can’t see half the time?

Winged AU narumitsu art teehee~

Definitely didn’t research up different birds to assign one to edgeworth only to not use the feather markings.

(I did. I absolutely did that.)