How The Hell Does A Shitpost About Gamer For President Have More Notes Than An Emotional Poem I Put Effort

Card House - Chapter 1 pt. 2

The room emptied faster than if someone had eaten twenty cans of beans the day before. The tall Club took off her helmet, and walked over to Jay. Jay simply tilted their head up a little bit, and smiled. “And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” The Club looked down at them with a cold, unamused expression. “I don’t need the sass. I trust you remember me?” “Oh, yes! Captain Tally! How could I forget the time you tried to steal my girlfriend?” Alex tripped, realizing why Tally seemed so familiar. Tally had gotten a pretty drunk one night, and started flirting with Alex. She got way too grabby, and Jay has to escort Tally out. “I’m surprised the bruise isn’t s-still there,” Alex blurted out. Tally flushed slightly, and said “If you’re done with the snarky comments, then I’ll get to searching this place.” “Just don’t search Alex, and everything should be fine,” Jay responded, and started mixing a drink. The other Club started moving towards the stairs in the back, the Heart going for the back door, and the Diamond going for the ‘Employees Only’ door behind the bar.

i just realized i’ve been forgetting to post

Why did I pick Alexander Hamilton as my topic for the research paper? Why did I do this to myself?

This was the drawing I made on night started the whole story

why do i feel like my blog is going to end up having the ruins of a bunch of stories i never finished

It’s James! He’s tied with Jay for my favorite.

Questioning My Gender

So Idk if I’m nb, trans, cis, fluid, or what. I’m a boi, and I’ve started wearing some more feminine clothes. One day when I looked in the mirror, I saw I looked pretty feminine and I got really happy. ＼_(^^)_／

Poetry

Am I a man, a woman, neither, both or does it change from day to day?/ I honestly don’t know/ it just goes to show/ that almost nothing's as simple as it seems. / I dream of reams and reams/ of stories/ of the glories/ from a throne, from space, from a place/ in another universe./ I want to be free with my ideas. With myself/ But I can’t get them out because I’m afraid./ What will they say?/ Will they tell me to just pick straight or gay?/ Or will I be the target of their hate? Day to day, I worry. I can’t know./ Sometimes everything just sounds like a crow/ crowing “Nevermore!/ For evermore/ You will not be sure/ who your friends are./” I know I got the bird wrong/ but this is getting long/ and I haven’t even started to begin.

can’t not reblog

Soft body + rigid body physics test with Porygon and Porygon2

not at all! we get to know the pan first, maybe take it out to lunch/dinner a few times