Not to be dramatic or anything... but Rick Riordan legitimately changed my life. Like, I would not be who I am today if it wasn't for the riordanverse.
people are starting to ruin peeta and finnick for me :(
like i understand they are hot are all, but im starting to get tired of the "omg they are so fine!" "they went through the worst.." "katniss didnt deserve peeta!" "ugh they are just soooo perfect!!"
like the constant peeta and finnick love and constant katniss hate is getting to me
being an otherkin with a big ass tail and getting phantom tail is sitting weird in cars and feeling embarrassed if you feel like your tail is taking up too much space, turning carefully around tables and dressers because you feel like you'll knock the contents off, feeling awkward when people stand too close behind you, hating the feeling of tight pants, getting scared you'll knock over people if you turn to fast, tail wags strong enough to power a city, sleeping on your back, never being able to find / make gear that properly mimics the size of your phantom tail without spending crazy ammounts of money or crazy ammounts of time, curling your tail around yourself when you sleep because its fucking huge, imagining using your tail like a whip / pushing the foes away !
Every time I'm like "oh, no, what's happening to my sex drive??? It's dwindling, it's disappearing!!!" I look at my cycle tracker and what do you know? My estrogen plummeted right after my ovulation. Bitch.
It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
Whenever I read a fanfic and the story says something like “he was hungry for her” or “he wanted to kiss her desperately” this is what plays in my mind 😂
I have this weird thing where if you ask me when someone's birthday is I will tell you the exact date without hesitation but when it is that day I will not immediately piece together that it's this person's birthday
The best way I’ve found to explain my hyperfixation on Goosebumps 2023 is that it’s a lot like a relationship with a toxic on-and-off boyfriend. I’ll rant about how much I hate it and how episode 9 let me down, my friends will be like “that show sounds so stupid!” trying to be supportive, and then I’ll go right back to loving it again and they’ll pretend they didn’t just say it was stupid so they don’t seem mean.
ya’ll ever get hit with thought of maybe tumblr/fandom is just…going to be phase in your life??? Like I’m 26 right now, liking and reblogging the hell out of things that tickle my fancy and interest me about the different fandoms that I belong to, reading copious and countless amounts of fanfiction, and spending way too much time than I should on this site during the week, but like what’s going to happen when I’m 56? Ya know? Will I still be completely obsessed and at times feral over the same fandoms, characters, and stories that currently have a tremendously tight grip on my functional self and personality? Will I even have time for it? Will it even be a thought when I’m a parent of two that is in the midst of paying for one kids college tuition, busting their ass to get my other kid to hockey practice, and is doing their best to fulfill their parents yard-work favors on the weekends? Or what about when I’m 86, HUH?! Will tumblr and ao3 be fundamental parts of my daily routine then? WILL THEY? Like, will I be that elderly lady who shows up late to their gourd painting class because they HAD to read the next three new chapters of their favorite fanfic because she couldn’t set it aside until after? Ya feel me? …. I guess what I’m trying to say is…will my love and devotion to my many current fandom musings fizzle out as I grow old or will I still be screaming whole heartedly and fervently “FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN” on my death bed?!?