c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
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c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
I fucking hate when plans change or get cancelled...
Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh....
I also realize I need a damn life and more than the two friends I have IRL.
It’s starting to feel like I’ve written so much smut about monsters ‘recently’ (if you could call it that) that I feel hesitant about writing anything involving normal humans. Mostly because I always seem to end up writing really aggressive or very filthy sex.
Or I’m simply trying to rationalize my laziness about not getting around writing the WH40k story I’ve got plotted out but can never get around to even start with for some reason.
Perhaps I need to change the setting just so I can let them cut loose a little without it feeling weird. For as much as I’m willing to bend and stretch 40k lore it still feels kind of weird writing about a Sisters of Battle who wants her partner to choke her. I ‘blame’ Green’s recent Sombra pictures for putting that into my head. Even if I’ve had that odd qualm for a while otherwise.
Then there’s also that additional minor worry of that I might end up writing a 40k story that doesn’t feel like a 40k story at all other than at a really superfluous levels. But then again that’s not much different from the rest of the stuff I’ve written in established settings so it really is a minor issue.
FOURTH TIME I’VE GOTTEN A WINTER GOLD.
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FOURTH TIME IT’S BEEN FUCKING WINSTON.
SERIOUSLY BLIZZARD.
Give me Zarya’s emote dammit.
very frustrating when the mental energy and physical energy and mood are out of alignment. having a terrible pain flare up on the first day that my mood is fine (i.e., not manic or depressed, just a truly neutral mood) and my executive function isn't nonexistent feels like a cruel joke.
Y'know, I actually complain about my father a good bit on here...
Even if I don't directly say it. But it's part of why I don't say my legal name here.
If one of my posts about him end up on YouTube, there's too high a chance of him seeing it.
If he sees it and can prove it's me, he has another way to reach me.
I don't want him reaching me. The only reason he gets to still know anything at all about my life is because I still want to keep contact with the rest of my family, and I know damn well my mother won't be divorcing him any time soon, if at all.