Ngl Dream Is The Kinda Guy To Have A Super Weird Name For His Dick. He’d Call It His Chicken Tender

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

one time i wrote a short story with my ocs. one of the lines was “the point is, you care about the guy. no homo. but also maybe totally yes homo. schrödingers sexuality. does the cat fuck dudes? who knows, but if he did, you’d support him 100%. and in this case, the cat is charlie. the cat that you’re maybe totally super in love with. maybe you should stop comparing him to cats if you’re going to say that.” i don’t know which davekat fanfic author i channeled while writing it but i’m not complaining

Ants

i was doing edibles outside in the rain this morning, and i accidentally dropped one onto the ground.

since i was already high, i kinda just… stared at it. i didn’t even bother to pick it back up. 

the rain hit the exposed surface of it in an almost melodic manner. i watched as it got more and more soaked. 

eventually, the rain stopped, and i was still staring at the fallen edible. 

a little ant crawled over to it, and broke off a piece. then, it left, presumably to bring it back to its colony. 

i wondered if ants could process drugs in the same way humans do. i doubted it, but i gave it some thought.

what if the ant brought the piece of the edible back to its colony, and they all got super high? what if they became enlightened??

that happened to a friend of mine, once. 

Avery Bourne. we met back in high school. he was the guy who got me into this stuff in the first place. 

one day, we were sitting at his place eating the edibles he had made, like normal. but then, all of a sudden, he began to scream.

he said he had seen god. 

he had seen god, and god had seen him, too. he said god had talked to him, in a language he could no longer comprehend. 

Avery said… he said we were all just bugs. just bugs compared to what’s truly out there. 

he ran away that night. i never saw him again.

i look back down to the edible on the ground, and i see a bunch of ants, just standing there.

looking at me. 

…maybe i should quit for good. 

Sapphics in Space holy fucking shit

characters from a musical i want to write: STARLIGHTS! The Comfort Of Artificial Gravity

anyways. love them

the fact that some of y’all saw the term “purity culture” and decided to apply it to FANDOM DISCOURSE to defend proshipping is DISGUSTING. i’m not even talking about the proshipping part, idrc abt that rn i’m specifically talking about the way you idiots are misusing a term that has LEAD TO PEOPLE DYING IRL because you couldn’t be bothered to google it before using it. do better.

@commonsenseyouneedit hey. it’s a fictional ship. calm down. if someone not liking a ship makes you THIS upset i think you need to log off the internet for a while. also, “they’re made for each other ur just a hater grr!” is not a good argument.

could i get a link to the stobotnik discord server perchance..?👉🏻👈🏻 i need to add fuel to the fire (the fire being me hyperfixating on gay people ONCE AGAIN)

skin

“And then there were those nights, where all I could feel was skin. That heat had been unbearable, and absolutely delicious. If I could die, I would go to hell for lust just for those nights alone. I would practically become him, both up and down, through taste and flesh. The sweat would make us soft enough to slide across each other’s bodies, like raindrops off a leaf.

It was warm, so warm, and we would leave the window open so the wind would blow our hair across our faces. It was warm enough that we couldn’t even feel the cold. The wind was loud enough that nobody would hear us, praise the lord. Those nights we would dance, skin against divine skin. Pressed together, like a wax seal to a letter. A love letter, from me to him, filled with soft praises and whispers of impossible promises.

As a bee is to a rose, and as a poet is to his craft, we were inseparable until morning came.”

honestly one of my worst fears is one of my future books becoming popular on booktok. that’s how i’ll know i’ve failed as an author/hj

woah old art redraw