I’m taking an indefinite break from here. I will make my return when I have real fic content to post again- the timeline remains unclear to me, and regardless, I don’t feel comfortable publishing anything with the current state of things. You’ll likely catch me on main blog™️ before you see me here again.
Stop reading here if you don’t care for the gory details of human emotion!
I’ve spoken a lot about feeling this very heavy burden of being human, on a blog made to churn out sexually gratifying content and to respond with the likeness of some AI meta assistant. I write corporate emails all day long for a living- please forgive me for seeking the thrill of human connection on occasion.
Simply put, the internet evidently doesn’t like when I bear my most human traits. Moral stances, personal anecdotes, the complexities of mental slumps and religious guilt and political ideologies. They’re a little too human to handle on here- they’re gentle reminders that there’s a person behind the content you came here from. (Yes, I am a person !!!!)
I’m taking some time to reconnect with myself first and foremost, but I apologize for the uncomfortable reminder that I am a human being with thoughts and feelings and emotions at the end of the day. That fact will never change (unless of course the techno-fascist takeover of AI is successful before I make my return)
But upon my re-integration to main blog™️ I will do my best to mirror the “November me” many cling to so dearly. AKA more content and less of everything else. Please note, however, that side blog™️ serves an entirely different purpose- and if I’m too human to tolerate on here, there is no obligation to hate-follow.
My inbox will remain open if you need to drop a message, and I will catch up on any and all messages when I return. In fact, I’d love to catch up with the details of your lives when I’m back, so feel free to spam all you want!
Please take care of yourselves, do whatever you can to be a voice for Palestine as many of us are doing, and know that even if we don’t see eye to eye, I really have tried my best to foster a safe space for you all. My love for you guys and skz has not changed in the slightest.
Bobby pulls into the parking lot of an old library. It’s closed.
They are out of the truck, weapons in hand, mere seconds later.
Bobby takes the back entrance, Dean takes the front.
They’re expecting a nest.
But nothing is there.There’s no one there.
It’s quiet.
Except.
THUNK.
Dean heads upstairs.He pauses at the end of the hallway, still obstructed by the corner. He waits, catches his breath, and turns to the noise, gun raised high.
John. Pointing his own gun high.
He sighs with relief and closes his eyes, and they both immediately lower their weapons.