And Now While I'm Back To Introduce You Again To My Agenda Of The Bad Kids Meeting The Hatchetfield High

HIOOLY SHIT

in 2025 i'm restarting my tradition of drawing velrisa annually :)

babe are you okay you keep opening and closing the notes app again. no babe it’s cool i swear it’s just that screaming into the void won’t cure it. it will lessen the ache but then most things will and one day you will have to lay down and let it roll over you instead of making it into art.

my piece for the @jrwi-art-exchange!!! a cozy velrisa for the lovely @octolingo-writes!!!!! i really hope you like it!!!!!! :D

more diaryposts because gxd is dead and this is my internet

i think maybe i am not afraid of love. i am afraid of the way i learned it. i am not afraid of parenthood- i want to be a father more than anything. i am afraid of the way i learned it. i am not afraid of boys. i am afraid of the way i learned to be one, to love one.

i spend my pocket money on liquor and show tickets and inhalants. i do not cut my hair. i wear ridiculous outfits and watch dirty movies i was not allowed to as a child. i am alive, alive, alive. i am living. i do not have to be liked. i do not have to be good. i do my best to be kind. it is enough.

i think he is good enough. i think i am good enough.

maybe it’ll all be good enough.

maybe it won’t be and i’ll be thirty. maybe is not enough. you cannot build a life on a maybe. you cannot rule beyond reasonable doubt when working with a maybe. you have to sit with it, and let it decide. a maybe is only a maybe for a time. sooner or later, it becomes a choice. a choice is good enough to build on, to carve into a life, to forge into a future.

what is enough is my gentleness. gentleness and goodness are two brothers, cut of the same cloth, but one of them is a god and one of them is a man. i am a boy. i am becoming a man. i have to make myself reach for the man, not the god. there is no sin in gentleness. i do not need godhood. this, here, now, is enough. gentleness is enough.

i’m three types of high rn and i’ve just gotta say i fucking love the fated. they have it all. old man yaoi. everything.

i’m on here <3333

Just Roll With It: "Required Reading"

The document has been compiled! A list of every fic I could think of, alongside ones that were submitted, to be added to a list of "required reading", aka the cream of the JRWI-fanfiction-crop :D

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-JRWI Required Reading-

Hello! Welcome to the document :) these fics are organized from shortest to longest, and I have provided their summaries directly quoted fro

Fics are organized from shortest to longest, with summaries provided :) if at any point you want more to be added, let me know! I'd be happy to add more whenever you'd like :D

Any authors who have their work featured here, if you want me to take it down or unlink your profile and/or tumblr account, let me know :) I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or step over boundaries, so if you want your work taken off the list please let me know and I'll do it, no questions asked

no matter how many years stretch by, so long as both of us are alive, there is still a chance my father will permit me to die in his memory as something other than his daughter. that permission means he will die as something other than his father’s son. something better. something kinder.

in the ether of my mind, no matter which way it goes, we will meet on the other side. he will be twenty, thirty, again, trying to light a cigarette. i will stop, and hold out my lighter. the flame will dance; offering. it is up to him if he takes it.

there are theories that the self is all there is; the self is the universe’s entire consciousness, that you have been and will be every single person and thing in all of existence. all i know is that i keep my lighter forever topped-up with fuel. if i meet my father, on this corner or the next or the one after that, i will keep offering. in one of these worlds, on one of these corners, he accepts. in one of these worlds, we exhale plumes of tobacco smoke, soothing ourselves with nicotine as the world around us melts, warping into the open flame of the zippo.

in one of these worlds, we stand on the corner, watching the cars drive past, and my father walks down to a payphone and calls his father. when he hangs up after the first ring, i pick the receiver up. the operator asks where i’d like to call; tells me i paid for five minutes’ conversation. i stub my cigarette out underneath the keypad and tell her nevermind.

in the distance, the lights of a church basement glow up through barred windows at us. in another world, my father and i sit side by side, and pick up 24-hour chips, and drink shitty coffee. in another world, my father and i wear nicotine patches and lay brick. in another world, when i pick up the payphone, the operator informs me time is out on this receiver. please insert a quarter.

months ago i was shelving romance novels and came across the realization all of them can and should be remade gay. follow to see if i will enact this realization or if i will continue to write one (1) heterosexual couple having another 6 weddings.

braxxi but make it,,,, women!?

also some bonus stuff i drew a couple months ago, translating designs my beloved