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Oh, Character Who Exists For Backstory Reasons And Is Dead Before The Plot Begins, how I love you.
Character Who Exists For Backstory Reasons And Is Dead Before The Plot Begins, I wish you could meet the rest of the characters in your story.
Character Who Exists For Backstory Reasons And Is Dead Before The Plot Begins, why must you be doomed by the narrative?
I love drafting warnings for fics I’m writing. I’ve got one with a solid paragraph of warnings that begins like this:
“The dove is fucking dead and the necrophiliacs are en route. The dove is decomposing. The dove is in the hands of a taxidermist who’s into bestiality.“
And includes the gem:
“This is psychological horror disguised as a romance. I will romanticize abuse.”
The only redeemable quality that these characters have is that most of them are reliable narrators. That’s it.
I wish I were a roly poly. A pill bug, if you will. So that I could roll into a little ball and all my problems would be gone.
I’m getting less and less ashamed of my SPN phase/enjoyment/trauma/whatever we’re calling it these days
Someone come bully the fear of god back into me before I start SPN posting and change my blog header to “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition”
In case you needed the reminder: you can like and enjoy media that is problematic and still recognize and talk about its problems.
You can call out media for being offensive or problematic or any number of things and still enjoy it.
These opinions can coexist.
I love that the ides of March flooded my dash but St. Patrick’s Day gets not a mention
I wish I didn't have to write my essays. I wish I could just think my thoughts and people could know
Rant incoming
Hyperfixation is the most intrusive of my adhd symptoms in my daily life - sometimes it’s fun, especially when it’s something that I actually need and want to get done. I had a great time on my trip to Rome because my ADHD said: “let’s do everything! Fuck sleep and health and everything else - that can wait until we’re home!!”
Now I’m home and I can’t focus on my chores or prepping to leave for college or even enjoy podcasts or books that I like because my brain is still stuck in “indulging in hyper focus” mode and latched onto the first enjoyable thing I did since I got home which happened to be starting Star vs the Forces of Evil - which, fine. I like it. But I’d like to listen to a podcast while I fold laundry and I can’t. I’d like to listen to a musical and I can’t. I’d like to pack so I can be ready to leave for college in three weeks and I can’t.
And my mom doesn’t get it - like genuinely. She doesn’t understand how I can push myself for things I want to do like having a good time in Rome but not for things like cleaning my room. And I don’t know how to explain that it’s paralyzing and awful and exhausting physically and emotionally to even start. I don’t know how to explain that it’s not just “things I want to do” because I have a lot of things I love and am excited about that I can’t even look at.
I’m medicated and it’s better - the full on executive function paralysis happens less often and generally only when I don’t take care of my body, but it’s still exhausting to have to be constantly monitoring my physical and mental health, knowing that if I slip even a littler that my brain will pull me into a spiral that it’ll be miserable to get out of.
