Day 4 without ao3.
It is absolute chaos. At dawn, the children brought a dead dove inside the house and told me not to eat it. After that, they wept, saying it reminded them of their father.
I sent a messenger pigeon to ao3, but I fear it, too, may die like the dove.
i never understand when people ask why a woman or a gay person would like sports when sports are often homophobic and misogynistic because it’s like yeah that’s all of life. people hate women and fags everywhere. we might as well enjoy the damn ball game if we want
The whole “the best fanfiction you’ll ever read is written by a 13 year old” idea needs to die. The best fanfic you’ll ever read is written by a 30+ lesbian or asexual with a full time job
sometimes a book or a show is five stars because it's a masterpiece. sometimes it's five stars because it made my brain release dopamine. both are valid.