House At Wilson

Sometimes I sit in public staring off into the void thinking about my transphobic father

Other times, usually immediately after, I see shit like this and start laughing so hard I attract unwanted stares in the coffee shop:

It’s all about balance

Big writers block tip I learned that can be helpful but also super dangerous:

Write the scenes in whatever damn order you want and then eventually you’ll be done (or alternatively you’ll end up avoiding the One Scene that’s bothering you bc you already wrote everything else you wanted to write)

when i realize i have to write the scenes in order to get to the scenes i want to write

I know absolutely fuck all nothing about severance but “cocky want boing boing” is so fucking diabolical combined with the selfie

Killing myself is not enough

i dont care if mondays rife,tuesday qednesday full of strife, thursday fuck my baka life, its friday im in sucks

look at these two characters…wouldn’t it be a shame if they…tenderly rested their foreheads together…

If people want to do self inserts in stories (OG or fanfic) you can’t just make them the protagonist or the love interest or the villain!!! (I mean you can but that’s too easy)

What you gotta do is make the self insert a silly little guy that pops up in the narrative arc like two-three times and fucks EVERYTHING up for the protagonist and co. It doesn’t have to be malicious, it could just be like an “oopsies accidentally ruined your plan my b” thing.

Cause if you really think about it, that’s the roll of the writer (you) in relationship to the narrative. Your job is to make your character’s life difficult in one way or another so that the story is interesting

PLUS if something (god forbid) is actually PUBLISHED, characters are gonna get cut anyways so the self insert needs to be just barely relevant enough to the plot that removing them would mess up the story arc

PLEASE GOD GIMME ONE CHANCE TO LOOK LIKE THIS ITS ALL I ASK

Sometimes I forget that I’m perceived in a certain way by others

Was watching The Birdcage w my parents (who perceive me as either a straight cis woman or possibly a cis lesbian) and so I forget that saying shit like “goddamn I wish I looked like Robin Williams in this movie” or “lmao so me” whenever Nathan Lane does something faggy is going to get an unpleasant reaction

But also Armand is so fine and I wish I had that much queer swagger but god nerfed me by making me afab and also an incel

I HATE YOU!!!!!!

You know who else hates people? Freddy Fazbear. And he, Freddy gicebear, and chica the chiken are like RAWR🦁 and bite you (C H O M P) and then Fessy The Chives go to 1987 and eat babies. The end :)

The air smells like neglecting my sleep schedule and skipping class to reread my favorite books and quitting my job and writing until I can’t feel my fingers and telling my friends that I love them so much that it gives me heartburn and eating the same three meals because they taste so fucking good and cracking jokes that’ll make people uncomfortable and—

Ha, 69 notes at the time I reblog this, nice

The most intimate experience I’ve ever had with another person has got to be when my friend and I drove around for over an hour and she just patiently listened to my rant about House MD and Hilson even tho she had never watched it and it also wasn’t the type of media she engaged in. And half way through the drive she started constructing a playlist specifically of songs that were so Hilson coded “for inspiration” and once there were a few songs on the playlist we started taking turns explaining what exactly in the song FELT Hilson coded and it’s the closest I’ve felt to being understood