Do Me A Solid And Just Reblog This Saying What Time It Is Where You Are And What You’re Thinking About

i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream

i have rude bitch disorder and it makes me say things like this 

AO3 is down for maintenance, and we're all being so brave* about it.

*crying about it on Tumblr dot com

Pt.2

This is literally why I write what I usually describe as sapphic smut, but is actually closer to the classic fantasy stories from 80′s and 90′s that initially (and unhealthily) shaped my perspectives on romance and fiction. What I write (professionally) has a bit more sex and romance than those, but with an actually diverse cast, in regards to gender/sexuality/race. However, I only describe it as smut because most people treat it as such, since it isn’t cis/het sex, causing it to be treated as effectively pornographic in nature, which, in a vacuum, I’m not upset about, BUT, if I were to provide the exact same sex scene to the exact same publisher with only the pronouns changed, a scene involving a cis/het man and cis/het woman is treated as nothing to look twice at, whereas the same scene with a transwoman and cis woman is, for some fucking reason, treated as hardcore pornography unfit for the general public.

My actual heartfelt dream is to be able to write stories that help people of all kinds to understand what it really feels like to fall in love and continue to be loved, sexually, romantically, or platonically, in a healthy and happy way. If I could help every person in the world to understand what it feels like to fall asleep in the arms of your lover, feeling nothing but safety and comfort, I would happily give my life.

Writer and RiteGud co-host Raquel S Benedict criticizing sanitized portrayals of queerness in media.

my first offical drawing of ’23 had to be wenclair

Anyone else feel like they missed a significant youth socialization thing that would make sense of the visceral hate for polys? Why does it incite actual anger? This is obviously more than meeting an annoying ex-theater kid poly dom once

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.