💙 I sure do exist 💙 22, aroace, agender, and autism supremacy :] cringe culture died a brutal and violent death with my own two hands.
been here for ten years someone get me out
- if you read this far my name is echo -
Inner Senshi: You need to eat three well-rounded meals per day! Fried foods are fine, you'll just also need a salad or veggies for the rest of your nutrients!
Inner Chilchuck: Don't overwork yourself, do what they're paying you to do. A job is a job. Also, don't get involved in office politics or romances, they're more trouble than they're worth! And don't risk your health for some job!
Inner Laios: Yes, the stray doggie is cute, but it may not be used to being around people, and can absolutely still bite you! Call animal control so the dog can be taken to a shelter, fed, vaccinated, and hopefully adopted!
Inner Marcille: Tradition and rules exist for a reason, but it may not be a good one. You should know why the rules are what they are instead of following them blindly. A lot of times, rules and traditions exist to reinforce power structures!
Inner Falin: Even ugly things deserve love and respect! The people around you are suffering too, so always try kindness first!
"if you ship this thing it's because you're too naïve to understand that it's toxic and that you wouldn't like a relationship like this" actually it's because I see one of them as a mentos drop and the other as a bottle of coke zero and I want to watch the mess they'll be together
dear writers who are slower/take more time with their writing or writers who are on hiatus or writers who are trying to find their voice again, i see you and i love you and you are valid
people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
Complete darkness surrounded them, all but for the crimson silhouettes that stood starkly against the consuming pitch dark of the night. The bright crimson hue almost seemed to glow, unearthly so, but even before the sharp glow of the cars headlights, not a single feature of theirs was illuminated.
No, the figures stood still and featureless amongst the darkness, awashed in crimson robes that seemed to order the night to obey rather than succumb to its cold, endless veil. John followed Garcia’s gaze, his breath quickening with every passing moment until he stared at the single figure that stood before them in the middle of the road.
The man’s hood fell across his shoulders, revealing the sadistic, keen expression drawn across the aged lines of his face.
i'm a sleepy girl. not beating the sleepy girl allegations. sleeping it, girl style. when i'm in a sleepy girl competition and my opponent is me. straight up "sleeping it." and by "it," haha, well. let's justr say. she sleep on my girl until i