Some Diaryposting:

there is such an inherent rage in being queer. not by choice but because other people’s rage is inflicted upon you. and it’s so hard. and i’m so tired. i work twice as hard to achieve half as much decency, which should not be something i can achieve it should be given freely, and no stupid sticker will ever truly encapsulate the immense rage in me, the anger. if i play by the rules and lay down and take it, i betray myself and my community. if i stand against it, i am demonized and harassed and painted as though that is the natural state of a queer person, instead of the truth: i am a response. i am a response to every injustice that has ever been delivered to me. the whole thing is going to make me scream.

haters are mad that I can find a way to jack off to Nine Inch Nails lyrics alone 

biggayhimbo propoganda

HEY RIPTIDE BITCHES

i tried to write for y’all’s campaign- here’s the riptide modern au oneshot i mentioned in the poll a few days ago. hope ya like it.

btw if you like this fic you’re legally required to either submit an ask for me to write something else or go read some of my other shit /j

constructive criticism greatly appreciated :)

the dagger holster stays on during sex

i think velrisa greyrock bit people as a kid. like not in the cutesy lilo and stitch playfighting way or in a glamorizing way- i think she lost her first tooth in a fight. and i think she lost that fight, i think she never stood a chance in it- she was a little girl branded a monster and therefore a heretic. and i think when she peeled herself out of the afterforge dirt and came home, she didn’t tell ander who did it, no matter how much he asked. i think she woke up the next morning to the sharp point of a fang growing out of the hole where her incisor once was. i think velrisa greyrock, disowned by the age of five, woke up with a black eye and scraped knees; and i think she must have known her fangs were her goddess saying get up, my champion.

nice forearms and nicer staff!

Have been rewatching ouran recently and decided to doodle my favs. I love these little guys

a parcel is set outside your bedroom door while you’re asleep. you live alone. nobody could have placed it there. confused, cautious, you open it. inside, a single jagged scrap of paper reads “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic, accidental magic, physical hurt/comfort, thieves guild au, background kathnan.” as soon as you unfold it and read the words, it explodes like a magician’s flashpaper.

a piece of paper labeled “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic” slides under your door. it turns to ash in your hands.

dicks out friday

me @ my mutuals