I don’t ship Sterek because I watch Teen Wolf.
I watch Teen Wolf because I ship Sterek.
why hello entire day spent writing: you were a good life choice
I now have 60 000 (!!!) words of gay scifi space opera goodness. Including (finally!) a sex scene and more than one robot battle and with an impending gigantic explosion and also intrigue! And, you know, more sex. Because that is the way these things go.
And UGH feelings. So many of them. Oh, my darlings.
(As a side note, I am super surprised by the number of tags I have that are capitalized. What can I say? I have a lot of feelings)
“Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents and everyone is writing a book.”
Cicero, circa 43 BC (via amandaonwriting)
no thanks, dream-phantom-pregnancy
UGH. I had a pregnancy dream last night, which went something like this: Suddenly realized I was six months pregnant and spent the rest of the dream in a panic, crying and desperately trying to find a place that would perform an abortion that far along. It was like having my body forcibly removed from my control, occupied and controlled by external forces made internal, and there was nothing I could do. Like being invaded, colonized, trapped by something I couldn’t escape because it was inside of my own skin.
Whenever I am unfortunate enough to dream about pregnancy, it is always a nightmare. It is always terrifying. And yet some people insist that, you know, biology will kick in and all ladies really want a fetus growing inside of them.
NOPE. NO THANKS. NEVER. REALLY NOT A THING FOR ME.
Hilarious, though: at first I was like, well, shit, I’ll just get an abortion and that’ll show all the anti-choice fuckers. Suck it! Abortion solidarity! Put my politics into practice! Oh dream self, you are bad. And awesome.
(I should clarify: I do not think pregnancy is gross or icky but I really, really never want to be pregnant myself and do not think having a fetus inside of my uterus is necessary for me to fully understand womanhood and besides, what is womanhood and do I want to understand it and is it even part of my identity in the way that most people mean it? Anyway, my scary-pregnancy-nightmares do not mean I am body-negative, only that I want agency for my own body… which is pretty fucking important for everyone!)