#fuckic

[steelmogairun]

Fuck / Fuckic / FUCKTHATSAGENDER A gender that just feels like it's a fucking gender alright. ---------- >It can feel really confusing, and like you just wanna say "FUCK" because it's so confusing >It can just be a fucking gender, and you're okay with not wanting to describe it any other way >It can just feel big and just fucking THERE, and when you feel it you're like "YEP AH FUCK, THAT'S A GENDER" >Or for base: It's a fucking gender alright.

[mogai-headcanons]

Caliborn from Homestuck is an autistic disabled altersex genderlord antagogender redgender fuckic boy+ aegomatespritic homokismesic pansexual aegosexual gay man with PDNOS who uses he/him, they/them, tick/tock, and 💀/💀s pronouns!

dni transcript here

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

fire & brimstone, act 3, part 1

heyyyyyyyyy........... sorry. i am so, so ashamed of how long this has taken me but OH MY GOD life will not stop knocking me the fuck out. 

the chapter really fucking got away from me, so i’ve cut it in half. the second part will be out tomorrow night I PROMISE!!! I LOVE YOU SWEET ANGELS SO MUCH I’M SO SORRY I’M SUCH A GARBAGE PERSON.

anyway. thanks again to @justwandering-neverlost​ for the moodboard. 

PREVIEW

He leaned his head against the cool, metal wall at his back, eyes sliding closed. Now that he was out of their unit, and out of the Drift… he felt his strength waning, fatigue flooding in in the wake of his tapped adrenaline. His stomach turned, his skin grew clammy— the familiar Drift hangover inching up his spine.

He cracked his eyes open and peered over at Dany, knowing that she would probably be feeling the same. And indeed, she looked a bit sickly— pale, her mouth a thin line, a faint bloom of sweat over her cheeks. He squeezed her knee and she looked over at him in faint alarm.

“Good or bad, you’ll always feel it, after,” Jon assured her, his voice strangely breathy and not the least bit uncanny as it echoed through his headset… it was as if they were back in the Drift again. He smiled, knowing that she must be freaking out a bit, thinking that such a thing only ever happened after a bad Drift. “Gets better each time, but it’ll always be there.”

She laughed weakly, seeming a bit stunned, for some reason. “Thank you,” she managed and there was something behind the shaky smile that she gave him that made him think she meant a lot more. She took up his hand on her knee in both her own and leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

read it on ao3!