#and im making this post because i AM happy

[sandumilfshous]

anon does not understand that some aspects of fandom are different from others. there's the top level enjoyment of the source media, in this case game of thrones by george rr martin. you do not invite him to your book club, but you talk about his stuff at book club, and recommend your non-book club friends to read it, and maybe you even make fanart and fanfiction and merch.

and that is the participatory culture of fandom. coined by henry jenkins, its a term that refers to how fandom doesnt just consume source media as a one way street, but actively gives back, remixes, and participates in a community that creates their own work, inventing a brand new lateral sub-level under the main source material, where you have brand new works made by your own peers!

and true to a participatory culture, fandom interacts with that as well. and because the creators are your peers, on the same level, you can in fact invite them to book club! instead of a participatory culture where you create and invent and remix and make theories and essays about your beloved thing that the creator (ie. george rr martin) never sees, the beloved thing is also stuff your peers and friends make! you have the opportunity to do all this directly with the creators, the writers, the artists, the fanvid makers!

and because this is now a two way street, if you interact with them and participate with them, they will do it back!

you say: oh my god i love this fic so much, the concept of x doing y was brilliant, and your imagery was fantastic, and the way you snuck in z? i am chewing my keyboardddddd 🙌 would you ever write abc?

and they say: aaa thank you so much, i was so excited for that plot twist! im so happy you liked it, comments like this give me so much dopamine and motivation! abc is actually a really interesting idea, let me think about it!

and then maybe a few weeks later, they post a fic about abc, shouting you out in the authors notes, giving YOU a double hit of dopamine and excitement! and now you can strike up another conversation, and build rapport, and follow each other on tumblr, and now you have a new fandom friend where you both inspire each other!

that is how fandom works. you can invite fan creators to your book club! fandom is built on being a two-way street, on bouncing ideas and compliments and motivation back and forth until the fission explodes new stuff into existence!

if you consume in silence, that energy fizzles out and disappears without anyone to bounce it off. fandom becomes empty and quiet, someone writing silently in one room, people reading it in another room, and it is no longer a mutual participatory culture. and that kills fandom.

Entitled white women I swear to God

People have been doing book clubs since forever. They do not put George RR Martin on the phone so he can join the chat.

Oh, thank you, kindly court jester jingling into my life under the brave banner of anonymity, for illustrating the exact problem of current fandom.

(This ask is about this post about private fanfiction "book clubs," for those of you who are not following my jester's ire.)

The bedrock of the problem entrenched fandom is having with the newer "TikTok fandom" element is that we have a fundamental disagreement about what fandom is, and what is the social relationship between the people who write fanfiction, make fanart, etc, and the people who read that fanfiction and enjoy that fanart.

(I am not going to use the term "content creator." Because that term is not applicable to fandom, fanfiction authors, or fan artist. Kill the capitalist in your brain. Content is hummingbird nectar made with artificial sweeteners. It resembles the real thing at a distance, but it is devoid of nutrients. It will fill you up so you're not hungry while starving you. Generative AI can produce content because it's empty; it doesn't mean anything. It doesn't even want to engage with you. The sole purpose of content is to get you to sit still long enough for the people who own the platform to squeeze whatever it is they want from you out of you and then abandon your malnourished husk until the next time they can get something from you.)

George RR Martin is not a member of fandom, and the relationship he has with his readers is fundamentally different, because his relationship as an author is explicitly a professional one. When George RR Martin sells a book—not to his readers, but to a publisher who acts as intermediary—he is given a lengthy contract outlining the terms of the sale. How much he will be paid, what can be done with his work by who, etc. George RR Martin is not your peer.

Fanfiction authors are your peers. They're your next door neighbors. They write fanfiction to connect to other fans in celebration of a canon everyone involved loves. Nobody makes a single red cent from writing or sharing their fanfiction. George RR Martin has sold 90 million copies of his books, and he gets money for every one. Because TikTok has trained you that people who are putting their creations out there are monetizing the experience of you reading or watching their art, the "TikTok fandom" element has you sorting your peer posting fanfiction on AO3 into the same category as George RR Martin. But your relationship with George RR Martin is a professional one, and the expectation from fanfiction authors and artists is a social relationship.

When you have a private book club reading and discussing fanfiction without ever telling the author or, God forbid, leaving a comment about how much you enjoyed the story—which is the expectation entrenched fandom authors and artists who view fandom as a social relationship—you think you're reading a mass produced novel from someone who has already been paid for it several times over, but this isn't even Walmart vs. local mom and pop. What are you actually doing is going to your neighborhood block party, picking up the cake someone made and brought to share, and taking it back to your house to eat with friends.

We are your peers. We are your neighbors. We are doing this for free because we want to talk to you about our common interest. No, it's not "payment." We offer our work for free, and you have the option of treating us like vending machines or ChatGPT or Walmart. This is a social relationship; you have this option just as you have the option of leaving your shopping cart in the middle of the parking lot instead of walking it to the cart return. You have that option just as you have the option to stick your chewed gum on a park bench or park your car across three handicap spaces or take a shit on the floor of a public bathroom. How you treat your peers and neighbors, how you treat the people in your community, is up to you.

You can keep stealing cakes from block parties. But don't be surprised when people get fed up with it and stop having block parties. Then you'll be stuck buying cake from Walmart or consuming artificially sweetened hummingbird nectar from ChatGPT while vultures raid your corpse for data.

Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk, court jester. Now get the fuck off my lawn.

[freyito]

'ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ...'

✭ pairing(s): mydei x gn reader

★ in which: you say 'i want to die'.

✧ a/n: oh yeah. time write the same thing ive always written with a different character. uhm. anyways.

i have a patreon now! a sub woulkd help me out a lot! it is only 18+ however (because the $5 tier includes access to my nsfw fics and what not), sooo... theres that. but hey, if you sub you get a discount on my commissions and ability to read fics 2 days before theyre posted and more! yeah. i cant sell things well but i am getting paid pennies at my job so any little bit helps~

i also have my queue up on notion now! it makes it easier to track whatever im writing, my wips, all that stuff. so take a peeksies if you want!!

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora, @pinkgvts

🗒 cw: gn reader, suicidal ideation, hurt/comfort, lowkey thats all, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.2k

Mydei turns around all too quickly. If you could bring yourself to look him in the eyes, you could see the shock and fear reflected in those little suns. Instead, you continue to stare at his torso. He stays still for a moment, and you can feel his gaze, practically burning a hole through you. 

An oppressive silence hangs over you two, before you decide to give up on the topic and turn over in bed, facing away from him. He hesitates for a moment, before you hear the sheets shift behind you. Then, he scooches closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating onto your back. Even with your back turned to him, you can tell he is mustering up the courage to reach out to you.

This will be a much harder conversation than even he thinks he’s ready for. He’s so used to you being concerned about him, to you doting over him, scolding him for doing something too reckless, the list goes on. But how was he supposed to contend with a thought like that? He doted on you, too, spoiled you when he could, and loved you with every beat of his heart. So why, why must you say those words?

Finally, he figures out what to do with himself. He places a warm, calloused hand on your hip, so gently as if he were afraid you might break from the simple touch he had mimicked time and time again. You don’t flinch. You don’t even move. You do your best to pretend you had never said anything, closing your eyes and trying to will yourself to sleep right this instant.

“Why?” Mydeimos finally voices the only word on his mind. His voice, normally so strong, was quiet, so, so quiet. Gentle, even. The question isn’t asked out of anger, nor out of disappointment or disgust. 

The best answer you can muster up is an “I don’t know.”

This does not satisfy Mydei. Of course it wouldn’t. If Mydei had told you the same words, an answer like yours wouldn’t make you happy, either. But what else could you say? This was something you’ve lived with for years, and lately, it has been increasingly hard to give life your all. You just wanted to curl up and wait for the hand of shadow to take you. It truly didn’t matter how well life was going, your brain had simply decided it was time to give up.

Mydei breathes softly behind you, before he wraps his arm around your waist instead, pushing himself up close, his chest pressed against your back. He does his best to make sure his presence wasn’t overwhelming, staring at the back of your head for a moment too long, before leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He says nothing. You say nothing. He takes in a deep breath that wavers just slightly, basking in the comfort of your scent, even now with your back turned and your mood melancholy. His hand slowly brushes up your side, before he flattens his palm and splays his fingers over your stomach. The warmth of his hand seeps into your skin once more.

“Well, I don’t want you to.” It’s a selfish, boyish response. And if this was any other situation, you might’ve teased Mydei for such a childish response. But what else is he supposed to say? He was being honest, after all.

You reach down and place your hand over his. He wastes no time pulling his hand out from under yours and encompassing yours with his, interlocking your fingers together. His thumb soothes over your palm, tracing over every crease. He takes in another breath, his chest expanding against your back.

“Can you look at me, please?” He asks oh so softly, pulling his head away from your shoulder.

Without hesitating, you wiggle around in his arm, turning over, meeting his gaze face to face. The light in his eyes is irrevocably warm, just like the rest of his body and soul. If he were a weaker man, the wistful look in your eye would make his eyes glaze over.

With his free hand, he reaches out and brushes a few strands of hair from your forehead, tucking some behind your ear, until he gets a clear view of your face. Then, he cups your cheek, thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek.

“Do you really have no other answer than ‘I don’t know’?” His question isn’t an angry one, his voice is almost sweet.

All you answer with is a shrug. Mydei sighs softly, shaking his head.

“Well, I want you here. If anything else, I want you here,” He huffs, “I’ll do more, if that’s what you wish–”

“That’s not what it is,” You mutter, your voice cracking. “It’s not you I want to leave. It’s not ‘cause of you, either.”

“Then what is it? Tell me. Please,” His eyes trace over your face, before meeting your own once more.

“It’s just… I dunno. It happens. I don’t wanna work, I don’t really wanna talk to anyone, I just… I wanna disappear,”

Mydei’s gaze only softens further, beyond what you thought possible. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, you know. Is it selfish of me to ask for you to… not disappear?” He pulls away and looks down at you, “Who… who else would I be able to cook for? And keep safe, and–”

“The rest of the Chry–”

“Don’t finish that sentence. You and the Heirs are much, much different.”

In reality, he could have brought up a lot more examples, ones that were much more near and dear to him. Who would he hold at night, when he is so tired from training, from battle, and when he needs a comforting hand. Who would he look to when, for the first time in years, he is tired? Who would he lean on, whose heartbeat would he listen to? Even now, with your vulnerabilities laid bare, he can’t help but feel shy asking those things.

“Just… just listen to me,” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “If it just ‘happens’ like you said, then you’ve gotten through it before, right?”

You nod.

“Then you can make it through this time, too.” He states matter-of-factly, his voice rather confident. “And I’ll help you this time. Okay?”

You furrow your brows, opening your mouth to say something. He doesn’t have to help, you don’t need his help, you’re sure you can make it this time. It’s not that you don’t want him to. But he’s already a Chrysos Heir, the crown prince of Kremnos, he has too much on his plate. So why would he need to add another thing to his long list of duties?

“Don’t argue with me. I’ll let you sleep in tomorrow, and I’ll cook whatever you want when you wake up. I’ll even bring it back to you so you can eat in bed,” Mydei tilts his head forward, raising an eyebrow.

“But–”

“Not ‘but’s’ either. I’ll stay with you, this time. And the next. And the next. Whenever you need me, okay?”

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[edensrose]

okay so, minimal aesthetics, i'm gonna do one final rant (? more like explanation ) post to just give y'all a little insight of me & to kinda explain myself to lessen the anxiety? i don't want people to think im just a miserable ball 24/7

then, i'm gonna put it away because honestly i do NOT want my blog to become my journal & i'm honestly trying to be better. so i'm gonna highlight a few things under the cut, vent it all out, we're gonna hold hands, & i'm gonna say goodbye to this era of mine okay? ok ! 🩷

i wanna be the pink princess that's bubbly & silly & able to make you all feel good whether through my writing or shenanigans on here. so, me ranting so much recently has made me feel sad & more anxious than anything else. bc I want this place to be positive, and happy, yk?

so. i'm not gonna get to into why i'm like this or why i'm perpetually fighting for my life. there's a lot. i consider myself to be an optimist but it's very difficult in my life & my head. to put it lightly, there are outside factors like family, financial, etc issues that all get me stuck in my own head.

i feel guilty when I can't get things done & tbh, that's not my fault because i am genuinely a very sickly person. I was born with a small heart, literally, which I assume is why I am like this physically. so on top of me having heart scares, I frequently catch colds, and infections, I struggle with my eyes a lot which gives me headaches, I suffer from bouts of insomnia, joint issues in my knuckles and knees, acid reflux induced by anxiety & a plethora of other medical anomalies I just really can't think of rn

i struggle with ocd & i've only recently been diagnosed together with depression. I'm trying to grapple with a lot of it especially bc it affects such a big portion of my life, more than I realised. I'm consistently anxious & trying to find outlets, I struggle with my own irrational panic & intrusive thoughts. it's not made any better by the religious family I am in. I love my family, but the christian religion actively triggers all of my anxiety and detriments me. so every week, I start fresh off of Sunday, the lord's day, or as I like to call it: anxiety fest.

socially? I feel like I'm always doing something wrong but I really wanna connect with people. so I guess I'm sorry if I ever come off weirdly.

all of this spins me into trying to relieve said anxiety with my compulsions and shutting people off. which I feel horrible about because i love talking to people. but this combined with my social battery make me a really horrible person to keep in touch with, which spirals into more or the guilt I already experience.

and guilt? oh god the guilt. writing is my greatest passion but also my career, im not employed atm & frankly it's very hard to find something, so I'm pushing into a lot of different projects in hopes I can get them done. so when I don't write for a day? i start spiralling. bad. that's why im always busy, always taking extreme amounts of time to work. i can't stop, I feel like if I do I'm gonna lose my mind, and I suppose it's become a bit of a compulsion itself in a way.

so I guess. . . tldr, I feel awful if I don't get stuff done & I don't get stuff done because of poor physical & mental health which spirals me deeper into am abyss and it just becomes a vicious cycle.

I take awhile to post stuff because aesthetics have become a way to relieve my anxiety, which means I'm consistently trying to make sure they're satisfying, otherwise I won't feel good & I'll spiral myself further. which in turn has me spiralling even more cause hey! i'm not writing!

i feel bad about ranting on here sm instead of being active with people because ik there are so many people that care about me and love this blog so it's just. sigh.

but I'm trying to break out of it! and this is kinda one step in that direction?

[dagothurgent]

Hey. Hey can you talk to me about Sanguine. Your brain is so beautiful and juicy

GWA! HELLO! WELCOME! I LOVE YOUR ART AND CHARACTERS SO MUCH I AM HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE

i do not know if youre talking about dms or if you just want me to infodump. i will in fact infodump . because i see opportunities and take them #yay. BUT DONT BE SCARED TO DM ME !!!! I DONT BITE I PROMISE. uhhhh this turned out to be LONG so im gonna cut riiight here

sanguine is one of my favourite daedric princes. like he and sheogorath are the two princes i can say 1. i am the most knowledgeable about and 2. are the most interesting to me. EVEN IF the writers dont understand them like i do. i understand them like i do. i'm literally making a sanguine cosplay for a con i'm going to next year entirely by hand. it's safe to say i really like sanguine.

i kinda view daedric princes as like. genuine embodiments of their sphere. idk how canon this really is but i think it tracks, the god of something would act like said something. sanguine is "one of the weakest princes" not necessarily by power, but rather by nature. he genuinely admits to you in skyrim that he does not think his decisions through and quite frankly i think he's telling the truth. i don't buy the whole "oh sanguine is just trying to lure you in because he's malicious". he's stupid is what he is. because he can only think about what's in front of him, metaphorically speaking. he's too in the moment. and he's too concerned with whether or not he feels good right now. because he's hedonism Himself. He can't plan for shit because he's too busy trying to find more vices to cling to. And as far as trying to have dominance goes, i really cannot be convinced that he cares about that. for the same exact reasons. he is a party animal. and so long as he is partying and his partying is not being disturbed, he genuinely does not a give a single shit.

i believe that sanguine isn't good intentioned or bad intentioned, he just is, and his moral code boils down to "whatever gives you a dopamine rush". and that's the actual danger. some people might find a lot of success as sanguine worshippers and really learn how to enjoy themselves, let loose, and actually give themselves what they want for once. others will wind up like martin septim, with a bunch of dead friends and probably not a lot of memories to explain it. self indulgence is inherently nuanced and the mortal experience with sanguine is going to reflect that, naturally. maybe there's a more eloquent way to say this, honestly, and i'm not sure. but people don't fall because sanguine likes seeing people's lives being destroyed by their addictions. people fall because sanguine enabled them. sanguine does not see the destruction. he only sees the desire. as is his nature to do so. he can be your best friend, sure. but whether or not you need him and why is always going to be the lingering question.

i will never not wonder why the sanguine rose summons these big armored dremora when thats not even remotely sanguine's vibe. like. why? what? are you joking. ok. like yeah, i get it, combat and all that. but dude its sanguine. i dont think he gives a shit about fighting. so of course i have to make my own dremora clan to explain that. i've posted about bloodlust clan before but they're effectively lackeys and doms, not soldiers. they appeal to the whims and proclivities of mortals on behalf of sanguine, and either serve as "entertainment" or as bodyguards when summoned by the rose (the way i see it, sanguine usually picks someone intelligent yet hedonistic as his champion so he gets to have a little advisor-pet who does the logical thought for him). sanguine is the most relaxed of the daedric princes when it comes to social structure CLEARLY, so i see no reason for him to have a military. like, you might THINK he has a military if you're not aware that some people are into a daedra in uniform but. no he just straight up doesn't. the bloodlust clan is just as interested in partying as sanguine is. they do not fight very often even when they're bodyguards. and BOY could i go on about them for ages (FEEL FREE TO ASK) but this post is REALLY long already

also some people draw him REALLY fucking hot and like hell if i'm not going for the rose ASAP if he comes to me as a big fat satyr.

[aroanthy]

being gay and aromantic is wild because people will accuse you of hating gay people because you (checks notes) wish people would be a little more critical of romance as a patriarchal structure. the thing is that rgu literally does this, it examines and interrogates how romance is a patriarchal structure. every time i talk about aromanticism in rgu people get very upset about that, as though aromanticism impedes queerness— i did not realise we were still doing exclusionism so bare faced. every time i talk about aromanticism, people get upset. im not even talking about it in relation to the show, instead making a general throwaway post about the weight that people afford anything that deals in Romance, and i get told that rgu is a romance and i should cry about it. like. what? rgu made me realise i was aromantic. i was already gay and that gave me the final piece of the puzzle.

to be gay and aromantic does not mean you Just Have Friends (? what does this even mean, let’s unpack this statement at a later date): to be gay and aromantic means myriad things for myriad people. it means queer sex, it means queer connections that aren’t defined as ‘romantic’, it means queer attraction, it means queer understanding. nothing about this devalues romantic queerness, though i must say that every time i post about aromanticism someone has to qualify my words with a statement about how romance is cool too. and sure, it is, but you can maybe understand how that’s exhausting when you actually want a meaningful conversation about your identity. anyway aromantic people i love you aromantic people and gay people i love you gay people (i am both. godbless goodnight)

[wu-does-art]

dumb sf au idea where everything is the same except the gang all knew eachother since they were kids not pictured: todd observing the affects eating a bug has on sal. also bonus salvis i found in my files:

[m4rz1t0ne]

getting analytical about spooning

to me, kenny is the little spoon and butters is the big spoon and here's why: kenny is the little spoon because i think he would feel really comforted by the feeling of falling asleep in someone else’s arms (someone else is "looking after/protecting him" him for once), he sleeps like a fucking baby. bros out like a LIGHT. butters is the big spoon because he has been shown at least twice in canon (to my knowledge, there might be more...) to naturally/unconsciously cling to people in his sleep in the episodes "Fun with Veal" (Season 6, Ep 4) and "Quest for Ratings" (Season 8, Ep 11).

to me this implies he likes to hold someone/something while he sleeps (especially cause when stan shakes him off of him he goes "oh sorry! i thought you were mr pickles" and goes to hold him instead), so i think butters loves to hold kenny and pull him close against his chest, it helps him sleep.

[tiarpopdind]

Found an interesting brush set, had an interesting drawing idea ?!

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Hello everyone!

Because my birthday is coming up in like a week, I'll be hosting a birthday magma and you're all invited to the party!

Feel free to drop by and doodle or leave a message if you feel like it <3 it does not have to be dca or fnaf related at all!

We have two party rooms, two blank spaces and a message board in case you don't feel like staying in the other rooms

Keep it SFW and remember to be nice! We are here to have a fun time :]

The board will be open until June 6

I'll probably be posting them once the time's up so if you wanna be tagged don't forget to write your @!

[deoidesign]

Idk who needs to hear this but time and time again isn't over!!!

Webtoon removed the "time and time again will return!!!" Banner and I don't know why, but it's not over!!! There's still another 1/3 of the comic to go! There's a lot more stuff that I'm working on and it'll be coming back soon!

Please be patient with me, I know it's been a long time... But the stuff I'm making is really good and there's a lot of reasons it's taken this long. I promise I want it back more than anyone.

I'm trying to come back around the end of October. I'm doing my best to get everything ready in time, so no promises, but I'm on track to do so! I'm just one person writing and drawing everything, and my editor was fired so I'm not even getting any notes anymore. It's literally just me. I'm doing my best I promise!

[findafight]

Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!

[stardust--ace]

i need to delete this blog bro it's not even the cringe demon anymore

[sapphicrot]

the rot au's 2nd anniversary is june 27th..........what the fuuuuuck these gremlins have been plaguing me for 2 entire years???

im probably gonna remake my pinned w/ new art and an updated plot synopsis for it, but oh my god this au is a toddler now (and it's become more and more insane with each passing day)

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a comic set in the parantural au, drawn in the parantural style, in which all the Hargreeves except Five are kids and Five is a teacher at their school.

Panel 1: Five's bedroom. He is seen sleeping next to Delores the mannequin. Klaus suddenly barges in through the window, shouting "Five, theres a spirit thing!" Five shouts back "WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE."

Panel 2: Allison climbs in after Klaus. She says, "We tried to text you first!"

Panel 3: Five blearily checks his phone. A notification reads "Sent 3 sec. ago. Child A: 5 THERES A THING"

Panel 4: Five rolls over and rubs his face, saying "Ugh, fine, I'll come help. Just get out!"

Panels 5 - 8: Five rolls out of bed, puts on a bathrobe, and teleports downstairs. He opens his front door to find Klaus and Allison looking up at him. They both say "Hi."

Panel 9: A white box labeled "Cool spirit fight scene that I'm not drawing"

Panel 10: Five looks suspiciously down at Allison, reaching over her head. He says, "Why are you still here." Allison aloofly says "No reason. Where's this woman you married without telling anyone?"

Panel 11: An image of Delores, who is actually a giant bug spirit, appears behind Five, who looks uncomfortable. He says, "Uh. None of your business."

Panel 12: They are revealed to be standing on Five's front porch, as Five opens the door. He says "If I give you hot chocolate will you leave," and Allison responds "Deal."

Panel 13: In Five's warmly lit kitchen, Allison delightedly drinks a mug of hot chocolate and Five pours himself coffee. End ID.]

sometimes you encounter a spirit problem you can't solve on your own and you break into your teacher's house about it. and then because in addition to being your teacher hes also a family friend you decide to interrogate him about why hes being so weird and secretive. Just normal things!

[microwave-core]

do you ever think about Cogita? I do. A lot. There was probably so much beauty in her life, and could be again, but in the end she'd lose it all and be alone. Again. Setting their bones adrift upon the river.

Dawg, I think about her all the time. I keep writing sentences and deleting them because it's just. She's one of the those characters where I have so many thoughts but when I express them it just comes out as "yeah I think she's neat. Definetely not seething and biting and running up the walls thinking about her". Anyways here's a really scuffed and also old and crusty doodle. Also don't worry about what's in the tags I'm having a normal one.

Actually do care because I guess I reached the tag limit or something. The point I was making after it cut off is that all three of the Cogita blurbs I've written have had titles named after tracks from the Super Paper Mario OST because I love that game and you should go play it.

[quinn-pop]

just a little doodle. for the soul