My Writing Masterlist
Hey, I’m finally getting around to organizing my stories on Tumblr? Quarantine what have you done to me?
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If you want to read my work on AO3, Here’s The Link.
dirt enthusiast
$LAYYYTER

Love Begins

@theartofmadeline
RMH

titsay
taylor price
Keni
Not today Justin
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art blog(derogatory)

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Xuebing Du
we're not kids anymore.
almost home
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Claire Keane
styofa doing anything
wallacepolsom

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My Writing Masterlist
Hey, I’m finally getting around to organizing my stories on Tumblr? Quarantine what have you done to me?
Let me know if any of the links are giving you trouble.
If you want to read my work on AO3, Here’s The Link.
ah yes, the famous all healing office potted plant
good art doesnt exist. you can't make it.
you're free now.
obsessed with the guy sitting next to me on the bus who i caught googling "what is commie dyke" after seeing my buttons
apparently the cops arrested fuckin Bicycles Georg today
someone found this guy's house on google maps and I'm screaming
Breathtaking view of the Milky Way from the surface of Mars
the universe is amazing
Stunning.
A bus may have only a couple of passengers, especially at the beginning or end of its route. But let's also take fuel efficiency into account.
If there's one person on a bus because that person cannot or doesn't want to drive, the bus is succeeding.
I read a study once on the fuel efficiency of various types of commuter vehicles (car, bus, train) on a per person basis and the number of people needed riding public transit to match the "efficiency" of cars is shockingly low. A bus needs to carry like 3-4 people to be fuel efficient, and trains require 2-3 per train car. Both often carry two dozen or more during peak hours, more than justifying any perceived requirements for efficiency for the train or bus to provide service the entire day.
Woman who hasn't been held in a decade: oh I'm pretty low maintenance, yeah honestly I think I'd find that overwhelming or something, can I just hold your hand instead? If that's okay of course?
Woman who feels ill at the notion of taking up space: yeah I can stand. Yeah honestly it's no biggie I like standing. Do you mind if I lean here? It's okay to say no.
Woman who would rather die than be considered selfish: I'm really sorry to ask I'm probably just being annoying but could I ask for another pillow? Yeah there isn't one in the room. Yeah no worries I can just bunch up some towels if needed.
Woman who's most outlandish and fantastical fantasies are a coffee date and seeing a movie with someone: oh I don't get out much. Yeah I don't really like being around people. I'm pretty much an introvert. Or something like that yeah.
Woman who would break down screaming and crying if someone showed even a hint of affection in person, who would fall apart at the seams if you held her still and asked her if she was okay, woman who if allowed too would wrap herself around you and sob and weep until she became severely dehydrated: oh yeah sorry I spaced out for a second there. Yeah I'm doing alright.
I just saw the world's freshest baby in Panera bread. Like that thing was JUST out of the oven. I've heard of being wet behind the ears but this baby was wet behind the everything. It was still damp.
being some fucking guy on tumblr is so crucial for me it keeps me humble and, importantly, stupid
depressed steampunk guy: like nothing makes me happy anymore i feel like my fantastical flying contraption just ran out of coal
do you think steam just magically comes out of nowhere im so sick of these people who dont understand steampunk it makes me want to get into my submersible bathysphere and never reemerge
Steam. Is. Water. Coal. Makes. Smoke.
what is the coal doing to the water
Makes sense to me
everyones got that fic they chip away at like michaelangelo sculpting david. and brother? its penis month
asked my friends if they knew what i was referencing and they said no. we all know that post where someone divided how long it took michelangelo to sculpt david by it's size and went "yuuuuup. whole month spent on penis" right. sure, my search history is full variations upon "michelangelo penis month tumblr" to no avail, but we all know it. right.
Hi, that was a MBMBAM bit. But i see you and i hear you and i dont know if someone already said something
oh my god youre right.
[ID: Screenshot of a transcript.
Travis: Yeah. It well--but it's seventeen feet tall divided by twenty-four months means that every month he crafted point seven--so like about three-quarters of a foot. Right? So, nine inches. So yes, I could say that just statistically speaking, there was a wiener month.
Griffin: Okay. "So how was your September, Michelangelo?" "It was, it was intense."
/ID]
Glam kitchen woman and that twink who makes old dessert recipes are on different ends of the same spectrum I just don’t know what that spectrum is yet
The fact of the matter is that I do not want to do it
"do what?" you might wonder. well. [gestures broadly]
Guys can I share a passage from heated rivalry book that’s actually extremely beautiful and heartbreaking
He had imagined benign scenarios where they are at a function— maybe the NHL awards— and Shane casually says, “Mom. Dad. Have you met Ilya Rozanov?” And they would meet. And they would shake his hand and Ilya would nod politely at them and tell them it was nice to meet them. Then it would be over, and his parents would shake the hand of the next person who approached them and they would have no idea— no idea— how much of a relief it would be for Shane to have witnessed just that simple contact. To know that the two people he loved the most had touched the skin of Ilya Rozanov, and had looked into his eyes, even for a second, and that Shane now had concrete proof that all three of them existed in the same world.