I’m sorry i get disgustingly uncomfortable w faux cest and the papa/daddy bs
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I’m sorry i get disgustingly uncomfortable w faux cest and the papa/daddy bs
Mustang talks a lot of shit about Ed’s height for someone an inch below the male’s average
weird to think i am a Prominent Creator in my fandom. i was doing some survey for something and it asked me about it and.
my instinct was not to say no. because like. i've got a fic approaching the first page when you sort by hits or kudos. i've got. i don't know what a lot of ao3 subscribers is but i think i'm at it. i thought my tumblr was relatively small but then someone else posted their followers and i'm Not.
so i did the good thing and said yes i am, because yes i am, but like. damn. that's. fuck. like -- i don't know. it's a lot of things.
it's me being like. wait no i feel good about myself. it's the 29 asks in my inbox, at LEAST one of which is highly questionable. it's the 22 unresponded to ao3 comments. it's the 5 fics that were inspired by mine. it's a lot of things.
i dunno. like. i'm not really.
i made a survey and 30 people responded. 30 people. and it wasn't even from my main fandom blog. what do i do with that information. i don't know.
i don't know i don't know! it's weird! it's a good feeling i'm HAPPY abt this but at the same time it's weird!
do people think about me? if i left a comment on someone's fic, do they care that it's from me? should they? do Others think of me as big? i don't know! do i want to know? i don't think so. i don't know what i think of myself as. prominent is a good word. that's measurable. my fics show up on a lot of ao3 pages.
but. i dunno what does that mean about me. am i gonna say something that's going to lead to a lot of people getting the wrong idea. is there.
fuck. i saw something -- i can't remember what it was -- and i remember thinking, this sounds like something i said. not in a "repost" way in a. i don't know. i don't know how to explain it, honestly.
someone sent me an ask pulling in one of my friends. what's that about. i don't know. it was cool like my beloved <3 i'm so glad our friendship is known but also what is it that our friendship is known.
do people have parasocial relationships with me? do they care what i think about things? i don't know. i don't want to know, i don't think.
things sure are weird. i started my warriors blog about six months ago, and Wow it sure has taken off. sometimes i don't get it. i'm just a college kid. i'm just. here. i don't know.
if u told me in february, "hey, this thing you're about to do, the thing you're going to throw yourself into to get through a terrible break up, that thing -- people are going to see it and know and care," what would i have thought?
i don't know.
i started writing six months ago. maybe not exactly, i don't know.
i wrote 10k words for icbtyssm because i wanted to think about dovewing for the first time in years. i wrote another 40k in three days over the summer because i needed to -- not.
my friends send me pictures of their cats. i love them all.
i get an ask i can't figure out what the hell to do with. i post it, confused, and get another.
how many people have seen my cats? do my cats know i miss them?
someone asks a question about something i'm working on. i write over a thousand words in response. i get another ask about it and respond with an emoticon.
i write in second person when i am stuck. i was a homestuck writer first.
it rained yesterday. i walked until i was soaked because i wanted to feel something again. it worked. i could cry. i am alive again. how is this related? i'm not sure. but it is.
had ONE post lowkey blow up and now a bunch of middle-aged porn addict pages are following me. GO AWAY OMG.
but it's like. i'd have to somehow get rid of all my journals before doing anything. or at least update them idk
not sleeping tonight because fuck fuck fuck everything's fucking fine and sunshine and daisies and rainbows and i still have 2 projects to complete and formatting is so fucking impossible when ur doing shit in a group and i have exams going on at the same time and i can't seem to sit down and work for like 5 fucking minutes while everyone else is calling 5 hours a day too little because at the stage we are at it is and where am i nowhere i'm going nowhere i'm going to crash and burn and disappoint everyone again