#I'M GONNA USE ONE OF THE ICONS

[front-facing-pokemon]

#gogoat #i like this Less than skiddo. which is unfortunately why i rarely ever end up using skiddo in my teams #that's the main thing stopping me from using a lot of pokémon in my teams. i like their prevos but the final evolutions just don't do it #for me for one reason or another and since that's the only reason to use a pokémon on your team aside from the early game i just #never end up using that pokémon. because they'll just fall so drastically behind so quickly that i never use them #so pokémon like skiddo‚ fennekin‚ vulpix‚ ponyta #etc etc i never end up using just because i only like their weak baby forms. and like i guess it's a me issue bc i could just give them an #eviolite and say it's a strat but i always feel like i'm missing out on a lot by not letting them evolve. some pokémon get such a huge stat #boost that i feel like keeping them a baby is just holding my whole team back #so i never use skiddo despite loving it to death. justice for skiddo. y'know what #i'm gonna go change my discord icon to a skiddo RIGHT now #get skiddo'd

[pokimoko]

I have had it with these motherfucking spam bots on this motherfucking site.

#personal #tumblr stuff #vent post #spam bots #i've been getting like 1000 spam bot followers a day for the last few days and blocking them all is getting--dare i say--TEDIOUS #wake up. block 300 bots. go to work. come home and block 500 more bots. spend evening checking tumblr to block bots. it's becoming a chore #it's starting to feel like I offended the tumblr gods or something. this is ridiculous. but like hell will i let them win #i won't let my follower count be 50% bots. i feel like a deserve a tumblr badge or something for fending off so many bots. #tribble #the trouble with tribbles #a very apt metaphor i think for these bloody spam bots; block one and five more come to take its place #but upside: the spam bots are helping me compile a Rosetta Stone for the word 'Untitled'. woo #also if you just joined tumblr and want to follow me: for the love of god personalise your bloody blog #i don't care if you have a icon or a summary. if your blog and likes are empty i'm blocking you #because i don't trust empty blogs and i really don't have the time to sort out who's real or not right now #(though if the blog's offering free mp3s 'just click the link!' or is advertising US keto gold coast gummies i know for sure it ain't real) #but hey! good news to people who followed me in the last four days who haven't been blocked; you passed the blog captcha test #anyway just had to get this frustration out of my system; gonna go block some more bots now i guess. i'll be very happy when this stops

[atopvisenyashill]

This Is How I Can Still Win: How The Penroses Are Related to House Targaryen

SO. In case you don’t remember - you probably don’t, it’s a throwaway line and likely just George retconning and not doing it on purpose - Jeor Mormont misremembers Aelinor Penrose as being Aerys I’s sister instead of her cousin. Here’s the quote, from Jon I in A Clash of Kings:

"No, this was Aerys the First. The one Robert deposed was the second of that name.” “How long ago was this?” “Eighty years or close enough,” the Old Bear said, “and no, I still hadn’t been born, though Aemon had forged half a dozen links of his maester’s chain by then. Aerys wed his own sister, as the Targaryens were wont to do, and reigned for ten or twelve years."

Potentially, this means that Aelinor has ~the Valyrian look~ and that’s why Jeor got them mixed up. But when you look at the information surrounding the Penroses that existed in this era, it looks a little wonky because of this line from The Mystery Knight:

"At the crossing of the Mandel, he cut down the sons of Lady Penrose one by one. They say he spared the life of the youngest one as a kindness to his mother."

So how can Elaena marry Ronnel, Lord of the Parchments, only have one son, yet Quentyn Ball slew all of “Lady Penrose’s” sons? How is Aelinor related to the Penroses and the Targaryens? What woman of Targaryen blood would marry into this random ass house in the middle of Stormlands? Why was it so important to retcon Aelinor from a sister into a cousin? Well - let’s have a think about what other houses have recent Valyrian blood…we have some female lines after all…perhaps even Targaryen women that married into politically active houses, who would love to marry back into the main branch again…I wonder who that could be…..Oh what’s that? Is that-

DRAGON TWINS TIME.

Allow me to spin two family trees for you, one where Rhaena’s daughter marries into the Penroses, and one where Baela’s daughter marries into the Penroses:

(pls applaud me for the amount of math i did for this very unserious post!) green is a romantic/marriage line, black is a parental relationship.

I am noting that this would mean Alyssa (I made her name up btw, mostly because I thought it would piss Daemon off to have a Hightower named after his beloved mother) gives birth at around 34, which is a perfectly reasonable age to have a child at, and Laena gives birth at like 40, which is definitely a lil risky! BUT there’s plenty of time for Laena to have other children, and for a second born son to have had a child at that same age, so if you think it’s a stretch for Laena to have a kid at 40 (perfectly fair) just pretend there’s a son there named “Roland” or something as Aelinor’s dad and Laena’s second born.

Now, FIRST OF ALL, this makes the cousin thing make sense, but also it makes it deeply funny - Aelinor is Aerys’ great aunt’s granddaughter. That’s a close enough relationship that you would consider them a cousin but it’s also the exact relationship Robert has to Rhaegar (because Rhaegar is Robert’s great uncle’s grandson). Both Aerys and Robert avoiding incest/kinslaying on a technicality lol.

But SECOND OF ALL. Do you know what makes me absolutely fucjing feral about this. Alyn Velaryon is messing around with a woman so much younger than him. That she marries his GRANDSON. because SHE IS THE SAME AGE AS HIS GRANDSON. i feel like george is weird enough to do the Baela scenario too.

And LASTLY OF ALL. Notice there’s plenty of time for Alyssa/Laena aka Lady Penrose after she’s married, to have several sons for Quentyn Ball to slay on the Redgrass Field, including Elaena’s husband, Ronnel himself, and for Elaena’s son, Robin Penrose, to inherit the seat afterwards. It also means, since it’s mentioned that Elaena married Michael Manwoody soon after her second husband died, that the two of them got a long time together. Why is this important? Because Michael Manwoody was her marriage for love and I want Elaena to have been with him for a long time.

This scenario gives her like 9 years with Ronnel (kinda sad, their kids don’t get to know their dad very long) and a minimum of 15 years with Michael Manwoody, who is apparently not the step dad but the dad that stepped up.

#me giving myself ronnel/elaena feelings for no goddamn reason making this akskkd. also used show casting but its book canon. #valyrianscrolls #elaena targaryen #aelinor penrose #michael manwoody #rhaena of pentos #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #aerys i targaryen #ronnel penrose #house penrose #getting on my soap box #rani attempts meta #i realize this is basically a secret targaryen theory. but the targaryens they're descended from are THE DRAGON TWINS so its fine #also don’t talk to me about the aerys fancast. yes it’s wwe superstar sami zayn. what about it. #i wanted to fancast someone with some sort of swana heritage that could pass for white. had a bitch of a time not repeating anyone from my #dornish graphic. gave up and threw in my man sami bc he’s a white passing syrian icon. #i'm otherwise very proud of these fancasts. if we ever get the blackfyre rebellion and elaena isn't played by kylie bunbury #i'm gonna be disappointed now lol. also if you are wondering yes the aelinor and ronnel in the rhaena graphic have one (1) black grandparen #alfred molina is probably too sexy to play aegon iv but mark addy is already robert so. #also the longwaters sigil is from the asoiaf rp wiki bc i didn't want to give them a velaryon one #bc fuck alyn that's why #echoes of sansa and arya

[howlpendraig]

Quick Alfira icon, like/reblog if using, save as a png to maintain transparency ✨

#think i prefer this one to the one i'm using but i'm gonna stick #Alfira #baldur's gate #bg3 #bg3edit #icons #anyway i love her <3 #might make some shadowheart icons next stay tuned

[dazzlerazz]

*Agnea using Donate BP voice* For you!

ended up as more than a doodle ahaha… I don’t know how accurate this is to your vision of him, but I had so much fun :D

OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKIBNGGGGGGGGGGGGG GOPDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG IT'S SONNET!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S THE BLORBOC!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKL YOU THANK YOYU THANK YOUY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#YOU GOT SONNET EXACTLY RIGHT! #even down to the skin tone too! #appie is looking into my thoughts rn #askbox #stuff for me #oc sonnet #I FUCKING LOVE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!!!!! #what you did with the eyes is just PERFECT #god I love this so much I'm gonna use this as my icon in like every tumblr discord server I'm in #OH AND MY ART BLOG TOO #hehehehhehe #I plan to have my current icon for the main blog till the end of October but then after that who knows (it will be one of your arts <3)

[overdevelopedglasses]

I'm going to try a draw.... oh dear

#i'm seeing everyone with their quriky little icons for their ask blogs #i want one too #time to improvise #this is gonna take forever LMAO #anyway off to the mines.... put those 2 drawing classes to use

[nerdynanny]

i feel attacked by we/lt from h/onkai cuz HOLY FUCK DID THEY STEAL MY LOOK FOR A DAD?

AND HE'S AUTISTIC CODED?

he has my irl resting bitch face too.

my partner is a hsr fan and told me he had my vibe but when i found an avi of him i went WAIT A MINUTE GLASSES? BROWN HAIR? FUCKIN NERD? OLD?

THAT'S MY BRAND.

#;;ooc #this is absolutely satire but omg can i just use icons of him for RP now? #JUST MADE MY LIFE WAY EASIER THANKS HON.KAI #literally this is so me my friends have asked when i'm gonna cosplay him cuz I JUST NEED THE OUTFIT. I HAVE EVERYTHING ELSE. IT'S JUST ME. #deadass shook my brand has shown up in a game like it's so weird to see a guy without anime colored hair #i know fuck all about this fandom but i love one [1] grandpa #i too am also just the physical manifestation of a concept-- i am the gay agender

[despairforme]

He's up to no good!

#[ he's never been up to anything good ever in his entire life ] #[ BUT I LOVE HIM STILL ] #[ welpppppp i'm so sleepy today ] #[ been thinking i REALLY want more icons for nnoitra ] #[ i used to have like 2000 but after i switched to colored icons i've been too lazy to colour new ones ] #[ >-< i wantttttt more icons !! ] #[ gonna be a lil goal for me to color some new ones this month ] #[ hope you're all doing good guys! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character.

[caeloservare]

//I want to specifically thank my followers for joining in on my circus 💖

#ooc #one day I'll use a normal icon #definitely not today #I'm gonna scream at drafts and go sleep if it doesn't work

[primordialchoice]

Got a cartoon FC for the HH fandom :) Fair warning, I don't have many icons, so I may not use them in my replies.

#ooc : the mortal #the frame looks so much better like this #i'll do my main rl icons like this too! #v : hh motherhood #i'm gonna use a different cartoon fc for my main verses #this one just looked very similar to one of the official arts from faustisse cause of the hair

[youthslost]

little blind is here !!! maybe give this a little like if you'd like a mischievous little brat in your inbox??

(to my non-mdzs friends, she is open for all sorts of cross overs and i can place her in a modern verse!! i'm working on her lore currently heh)

#> ooc. #i'm gonna use live action icons but also ones from the manhua bc #well i love her thats why #realising now this colour for the text was the absolute wrong choice. good thing i only made this one icon sDGJSDF

[byanyan]

took a page out of moon's book and started playing around with the idea of illustrated icons but i am Unsure

#actually tbh i considered using the webtoon for icons way back at the beginning of this blog #the only thing that stopped me...... was the short hair #it's still the main thing making me hesitate tbh #but lbr nothing's ever gonna suit perfectly for an oc #even my irl icons aren't Perfect for byan and never will be bc their perfect look exists only in my head #but the vibes here are decent now that i finally went to the trouble of digging up a pdf of the full comic and started scrolling through it #(bc i'm a fake fan who has never actually read it oops) #also it's literally animated jk like it can't get more ideal than this right #AND LIKE. it's always felt a little off to me to throw my irl icons onto threads w my mutuals who only have animated icons/fcs #i don't mind it THAT much but similar media makes things a little less jarring to look at #IDK idk i'm finishing up a reply to one such thread so i might take the opportunity to test the idea out idk #could play around with the colour palette too and make it more pink or smth 🤔 #that could help add a little more of the right energy too maybe hmmm #anyway i'm rambling yes i'm thinking about it too much shush #if u read through all this ilu pls feel free to share ur opinion w me bc i'm Indecisive™️ #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me.

[viatrixtravels]

[Throws cat plushie]

"..."

She first scanned the area to make sure nobody else was around.

"Okay, coast is clear!"

Once Lumine was sure she was alone, she quickly hugged the plush close, nuzzling her cheek against the soft fabric.

"Hehe~"

#;; ic #;; ask #// I have an icon of this exact scene but with a bird!Xiao plushie lol #// I was gonna edit it but I'm too lazy right now so I'll just use this one

[coollyinterferes]

Lights a cigarette and stares into the distance

Donna Burke's Sins Of The Father starts playing in the background

#[ *cue a loud WO-HOOOO* ] #[m.g.s the pha.nt.om (blood) pa.in] #[no real reason for this post other than me getting That One Iconic part of SOTF stuck in my head] #[all rambling aside... hello everyone~~ 8) ] #[i'm still not feeling all too great (still getting nosebleeds every now and then + the weather being absolute ass)] #[buuuut i wanted to do stuff around here so i'll stick around for a bit] #[gonna take it slow for now and see if i can get some things done tonight] #[to everyone who i still owe replies to: thank you so much for your patience!! <3] #[and to everyone reading this: hope you're having a wonderful day/night <3] #;ic #(? #[idk but feel free to make good use of it if you feel like it xd]

[abyssembraced]

(Plotted starter for @succiduxus!)

They had been trapped in this realm for an uncountable length of time. The Godseeker had claimed this was where they belonged now, in this Home of the Gods, to be attuned to and ascended by their ever-loyal followers and worshippers.

They had helped her and her people, she said. Saved them. Brought to them the “God of Gods” they had been searching for for all their lives.

They were an ascended deity now. The Lord of Shades. The Void united and given focus through divine ritual. Though they had split off from their siblings after defeating the Light at the height of her strength, manifesting themself in their familiar, miniscule form as the excess Void laid dormant in the pits of Godhome, their divine power and control over the substance remained. This place was where they were meant to stay.

...

They didn't want to.

The Godseekers offered praise and adoration, but little in the way of companionship. One would think that, given their past as a lone traveller, they would be accustomed to such solitude, yet they found themself becoming... Lonely. They longed to see their friends again. They were the Ghost of Hallownest, as their sister had once dubbed them, not Godhome's ultimate God of Gods.

Yet, no matter how hard they tried to cut themself free from this dream, nothing seemed to work. Normally, their Dream Nail allowed them to traverse between the realms of waking and sleep with ease, but this time the tool apparently proved insufficient. Sometime after their ascension and subsequent (accidental) destruction of the original Godhome, the nail had lost its Awoken status, and the essence once contained within the blade had scattered out across the Dream Realm. Perhaps that was the reason they were now trapped in here? With no knowledge of what had occurred in Hallownest following the defeat of the Absolute Radiance at the Pantheon's peak, Ghost didn't understand what was so different about this reconstructed Godhome compared to any other dream.

Still, they needed to keep trying. With enough persistence, maybe eventually they would create an opportunity to break free from this land, or at least find a way to contact someone from the outside world.

...Wait. Though most of the “gods” they'd faced in the Pantheons were merely illusory constructs—stronger imitations of the opponents they'd slain in Hallownest, summoned only to fight—perhaps some of them had truly been alive, aware. Ghost recalled their battles with Sister Hornet, and the inner thoughts her mind had relinquished to them in the moments she had staggered and stopped to catch her breath.

“...Do they watch us struggle?..”

“Little Ghost... What dreams we share...”

“Do you haunt my dreams... Or I yours?”

Maybe... If the real Sister Hornet was truly aware of and remembered their dream battles, maybe she would be able to help them.

With that thought in mind, Ghost dashed over to Godhome's Hall of Gods, paying no heed to the Godseekers that bowed to them as they passed. There, they could contact Sister Hornet directly, without any need to scale one of the Pantheons beforehand. Standing in front of the Sentinel's statue, they drew their nail in a stance that signified a challenge, transporting them to the arena at the sound of a bell's chime.

Though it retained Godhome's signature architecture, the battlefield was also littered with piles of ash, reminiscent of the clearing in Kingdom's Edge where Ghost had once fought Sister Hornet in a similar battle. Crowds of smaller Godseekers surrounded the arena on all sides, eager eyes watching the two combatants' every move as they waited for the battle to begin. Among them, sitting high above on her golden throne, was the Seekers' leader, leaning forward in anticipation, surely expecting a glorious fight between her “God of Gods” and their demigoddess sister.

However, this time the Godseekers would not be getting the grand battle they craved. Ghost would have preferred that they not be here spectating at all, but there wasn't anything they could do about that. So, they simply ignored the audience, just as they had done in the Pantheons, and focused entirely on their sister as she dropped into the arena from above.

Rather than draw their nail and fight, as they normally would have done, Ghost took it and tossed it to the side. They looked back at the other expectantly. If this was the real Sister Hornet and not one of Godhome's simulations, then surely she would take notice of their behaviour and cease to attack, right? The action left them vulnerable and would put them in a dangerous situation should their attempt at communication fail, but it was a risk they needed to take. Besides, even if they were to perish, they knew that they would simply wake up in front of the statue anyway, as though the encounter had never happened at all.

#.🪲 #🪲 ghost ic #rp #succiduxus #.hornet (hollow knight) #🪲 verse | post embrace the void #(( :D! )) #((this ended up being long dgdgssgfs)) #((oh yeah also fun fact apparently godseeker mode only gives you the unawoken dream nail since the upgraded one isn't necessary for fights) #((you also don't get any maps or the quill so ghost doesn't have any easy way to write right now </3)) #((they'll probably end up trying to use the ash to write some words if they need to)) #((oh also. we are simply going to pretend that ghost does not have their nail in that last icon asghfgshf)) #((i don't have any fitting icons of them without it and i don't expect that to be a common need so i'm not gonna make one fghsgdh))

[livvywritesworld]

A Fist in the Mouth | Overview & Analysis

For those who don’t know, I am a creative writing student in my first year of university. In my introduction to creative writing class this semester, I wrote a short story called ‘A Fist in the Mouth’ for our fiction unit. After a couple rounds of editing, I submitted this piece to my university’s literary magazine and was later accepted for publication.

This is my first ever publication acceptance so of course this story holds such a special place in my heart now, and I thought I might make a post about it just kind of sharing a couple of snippets and some of the inspiration and thought I put behind the story as a whole.

(please let it be known that I retain all rights to my original work and no plagiarism will be tolerated)

excerpts and analysis under the cut

‘A Fist in the Mouth’ began as a way for me to kind of reintroduce myself to short fiction after a period of not having written anything at all due to some health issues. I had all of these ideas for the short fiction piece that I needed to write for class and none of them were working out how I wanted them to while still fitting within the word limit. So, I decided to discovery write something while listening to one of my many Spotify playlists just to kind of get in the groove of writing once more and really just see what would happen.

As I was writing, the song “Modern Girl” by Sleater-Kinney came on shuffle and for those of you who have never heard the song, there’s a repeating lyric, “hunger makes me a modern girl.” This really sparked some inspiration in me and all of a sudden I was writing about a teenage runaway come riot grrrl serial concert goer experiencing the horrors of girlhood and ambition. 

‘A Fist in the Mouth’ begins like this:

There’s a difference between running from and running to. When I left home, I thought I was running towards. I didn’t think of it as me leaving my parents’ oppressive religious household, though that was a fact that I readily acknowledged as a girl. I only ever thought of it as me, freshly eighteen, running full speed at a future I thought I deserved. A future I knew never would have found me if I’d stayed in that town, in that house, with those people, spending my days on my knees praying to a god that didn’t see me as deserving of anything more than I’d already been given.

Now, I think all I was doing was running away from every facet of my life. I didn’t feel the same way about God as the rest of my family, was scared to death of them looking at me one day and suddenly seeing all of me. Back then, I felt like I didn’t have any other choice. And I probably didn’t.

The narrator is kind of inspired by the character Maxine in the film ‘X,’ which I had watched a couple of weeks before writing the story, as well as Ethel Cain’s discography. I really wanted to write from the perspective of a teenage girl fleeing a very religious household (religious trauma for the win) because she wants more out of life than what her parents have laid out for her.

As we move through the story and see how the narrator interacts with the 90s Seattle grunge & punk scene, we are introduced to the narrator’s insatiable hunger (her ambition, queerness, and dedicated yearning). I use a lot of motifs throughout the beginning and middle of the text to try and recreate this feeling for the reader.

I was nineteen and my presence felt both excessive and non-existent. I wasn’t eating as much as I should’ve been, couldn’t really afford three meals a day. Most of my money went towards rent and bills, any real food I got would be leftovers from the diner. The cook was a bit sweet on me, so he’d make me a sandwich every day, free of charge, whatever kind I wanted.

The thing was though, even if I did get enough to eat, I still never felt full. I’d look in the mirror and my mouth would be this gaping cavern, something that didn’t fit on my face. It didn’t matter how old I was, how much life I did or didn’t experience— in the mirror smiling back at me was a gape-toothed girl looking to swallow the whole world if given the chance.

Then, we meet the character of Magdalene Williams, who is the only character in the story that I’ve named. The inspiration for Magdalene was definitely Mary Magdalene— I kind of wanted this holy-like figure to come into the narrator’s life and really give her a taste of the life that she craves for herself.

Magdalene invites the narrator to an all non-men punk show on the edge of Seattle and the narrator feels her hunger clawing up out of her stomach and demanding to go. She is inherently drawn to Magdalene and has no idea why. So she accepts the invitation. 

The story kind of unravels from there, and we end with Magdalene coming onstage with her band and giving The Performance of a Lifetime and generally really disturbing the narrator. The narrator knows that something Is Not Right here, she’s been very active in the scene for the last year and has never heard of Magdalene yet the entire crowd is going wild over her, and once Magdalene starts singing she immediately knows that something is wrong. And yet. She just can’t look away.

In Magdalene, the narrator sees everything that she wants, everything that she is so hungry for, and it terrifies her. She’s also a little jealous, and a little horny but very much in a prophet/faithhealer x devotee kind of way. 

I wrote the entire story in past tense because I really wanted it to have a sort of confessional vibe, to really keep in tone with the religious themes and imagery. My professor suggested after workshop that I might try it in present tense but it just was not working. During our class workshop however, everyone said that they liked the choice of past tense because it was almost like the narrator was telling us, the reader, that she experienced such an intense period of wanting in her life and still made it out in the end.

I don’t know if it’s too much to share on here like word count-wise, but the last few paragraphs of the story are my absolute favorites and I’m so proud of them. They’ve remained mostly unchanged in my various rounds of edits and I’m so impressed with myself for being able to write like this after having literally not written anything substantial in around six months.

Before I left home, my whole life was like a sepia photograph of a sunny day. Over-exposed, parents with smiling faces and sons with square jaws, daughters with ribbons in their hair. Wooden crosses on the walls, simple and unornate because God doesn’t need to be loved in gold foil. Grass stains on white tights, Sunday kitten heels scuffed from being worn so often, deodorant powder refusing to wash off the baby pink dress Mama thought looked so nice with my brown eyes.

There’s a difference between running from and running to. At eighteen, I was running towards something. I’msure of that. I don’t think I ever had an idea of what that something was, or what I even wanted it to be, but I did know that I didn’t want to be some televangelist’s golden daughter proffered up to God like Icarus was to the sun.

I noticed things about myself the way my family noticed things about God and religion and theology. Studied myself in mirrors, in the dark, in the depths of my own mind. I noticed everything and remembered nothing. Blood never started to fill my mouth until I surrounded myself with idolatry of a different kind, the screams sounded too much like mine.

At nineteen, I was running from. That night, hunger attacked every fiber of my being, ate away at my organs, left behind teeth marks and blood. I saw that hunger reflected in Magdalene, her mouth an open wound as she screamed out her lyrics. I wasn’t scared, though. There’s nothing scary about hunger, what’s scary is the response hunger elicits from other people.

This, I noticed. All in real time. Learned it of myself.

I watched the crowd feed Magdalene, and consequently devour her whole. Sanctify her living and alive, right before my eyes. And I never wanted anything more than I did then. I craved it, would’ve let hordes of women and girls crucify me where I stood just to be in Magdalene’s position. She never could’ve been full, not with the way she sang, but at least she was well fed. Oh how I wanted to be kept in excess.

Have learned to become my own number one fan lol

#really am my own biggest fan lolll who else is gonna do it #writeblr #writerblr #my writing #mywriting #viaspeaks #love how I use a nickname on here that I hate but have already committed to #literally no one has ever called me via #and I do not like it #but all of my posts already have via tags #via speaks #queer teenage girls with religious trauma are terrifying #unnamed narrator you will always be famous #kinda sorta working on a magdalene prequel short fiction piece #because she's an absolute icon #and I'm obsessed with her #I literally love talking about my own writing #so if you made it through this I love you