Brain Rot Hours - Blog Posts

sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken

In conclusion, it is not healthy for the brain to stay up this late.

Also man. Being mostly femme presenting and liking a man in a ragingly homosexual way is so. Hard to anvigate.

How do you get a guy to understand you like them, but please don't assume I'm gonna be heterosexual about it! and please don't suddenly view me as a girl from now on, this is very much not that! And also, don't do a 180 and become scared of me being masculine and an agressor please! I swear I am very normal. About gender and relationships, my guy. Or dude. Uh. bro.

I tend to forget how important it really is to me that people recognize the fact that I am, i'm fact, a queer person.

The way I choose to present myself makes it very easy for people that want to ignore that fact to cast it aside when they find it most convenient. Which, while sometimes still jarring, I've come to expect.

And then I will have one singular interaction with someone who just gets it, alludes to my queerness speaking as if it was a given, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the realization of "Oh. I have been missing it. It really was an important and valuable, indispensable, part of what makes me fundamentally myself".

Yeah I love manipulating my friends for my own gain, the gain is called "hanging out", obtained via such cruel tactics as "showing interest in stuff they like" and "being generally complimentary and charming"

when you're sick you're either a prince moder or a dog moder. prince moding is when you demand many little treats, drinks etc. i personally prefer to drag myself off to a secluded corner to either die or recover, aka dog moding

finally finished the whole series hehehe

all of humanity in his hands

Hannibal Lecter :) I’ve just watched Hannibal for the first time. It became my favourite tv series.

I can’t believe one of the plot points in Hannibal was that he couldn’t get Will pregnant so he baby trapped him with a teenager? I feel like he could have asked him to dinner before he tried all that.

(driving home from work) i must not kill myself. killing myself is the myself killer. i will— (sees a guy jogging shirtless and he’s all sweaty) Woaw i wish I lived in his armpit (crashes car into telephone pole)

She/her but in the way Brennan used she/her to describe the Box of Doom

[guy who hasn't realized they're a lab animal in a cage yet voice] i love my wire mother even though her cold sharp edges cut me when i try to cling to her. she provides me with everything i need to survive and to ask for anything more would be excessive and ungrateful. this is my decision. given the choice i would make it again.

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

When is it my turn, God?

thinking about Bedelia saying “You spend a lot of time building walls, Hannibal. It's natural to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.” and Will literally scaling that gate in Lithuania