me, nearing tears: richard...richard please...please just tell me the fucking story
richard, dreamy eyed: today henry winter's shoulders looked especially sloping as his startling blue eyes scanned his homework with the concentration of a monk, though to me he is more like the god they serve. francis' coat billowed behind him, making him look like a student prince, and i admired the way the sun hit his hair, turning the red strands the colour of honey. i love camilla's boyishness and the way her features mirror her brother's so perfectly, framed by her short hair and masculine clothes borrowed from charles. i'm so heterosexual.
drying my eyes: nevermind gayboy, who cares about the murder
okay… imagine Todds first poetry book saying “dedicated to Neil Perry”
You can literally make anything and anyone problematic if you try hard enough seriously give me people and things and I’ll make them all “problematic” right now.
Nothing is “TMI” for me. I’m nosy as shit. Tell me everything. Spare no detail.
oh it's april 2025 no big deal it's just fucking april 2025
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
No babe you look wonderful your black great coat makes you look exactly like a cross between Jack the Ripper and a student prince
KEEP AI OUT OF FANDOM
DONT USE CHARACTER AI
DONT USE CHATGPT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
The next time people are gonna say a performance/art piece/etc is boring or meaningless or whatever, I’m gonna hold their hand when I say that the artist would have been killed by the Capitol if we lived in the Hunger Games world
begging for more marylene(mary x marlene) fics 😪😪