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I identify as a villain because I'm already queer-coded and don't feel like being the quirky best friend who dies for motivation.

This is a coming out scene I wrote in a story. What do y'all think?

"This is something that I've been meaning to tell you for a while. I- uh." I take a deep breath, but before I can continue, dad cuts me off.

"Are you pregnant?"

"I- what? No. I'm gay dad."

"Hi gay I'm dad." He says.

"Hi dad, I'm gay and trans." I answer without a beat.

"Hi gay and trans, have you seen my son?" He smiles kindly.

I feel myself tear up, "I'm right here."

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

I just found out the offspring of a goat and sheep is called a GEEP and they’re the cutest lil shits ever I want 200 of them

Dracula Daily. My Chem Return. Friday the 13th on tumblr this year is so. the stars are never gonna align like this ever again.

Writing 101

Okay, where does the chapter start

Shit, no he wouldn’t say that…

Am I foreshadowing too hard

I’ve used the word ‘chair’ seventeen times in the paragraph. This is supposed to be exposition about snakes

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’VE BEEN WRITING IN THE WRONG TENSE FOR THE LAST PAGE AND A HALF

I need a break from this story

Wait, where was I? Did I just kill her, or did she just make out with someone? 

She did both??????

Have I been misspelling his name this entire time or

If I have to resort to describing her hair as ‘golden princess curls’ one more time I think I’m just gonna have to kill her

IS THIS SYMBOLISM SUBTLE ENOUGH YET

Did I actually just write that

Have I referenced his necklace yet this chapter? Only four times? One more time, then I’m done, I swear

Shit, that’s not how that works

Can I call something a French braid in a world where France doesn’t exist?

What the shit do you mean I just spent four hours writing 500 words?

Lol

non-writer: why do you think that your ocs would automatically dislike you if you met in person. surely the fact that you created them means you have things in common to get along?

me, staring off into the distance with blank, unseeing eyes: I have created these fictional people, breathed life into them, and sent them off into a fictional landscape where the price of their existence is exacted on them by the ravening plot as it demands conflict to fuel itself. their very creation and becoming is tied inextricably to the same plot that feeds on them so relentlessly, and they in turn grow and change as a result. they exist in symbiosis with this beast and I, the creator of all they have ever known, subject them to whatever I wish based on my flights of fancy and aesthetic preferences. to face me would be to face the omnipotent being who has dictated their lives like rats in a maze, unseen, always pulling the strings. to face me would be to face their worst fears. they would have to face themselves, and so would I.

me:

non-writer:

me:

non-writer:

me: basically I can make them fuck or fuck them up and they can't do shit to stop me. I'd be pretty hacked off at me if I were in their shoes

Hey, stop scrolling.

Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

The Rap Battle (Director's Cut)