the shape of water is dick

the debate: one dick out of a cloaca or two dicks clasper style.

or, i just need to hire a ghostwriter to write this monster from the trench dicking scene.

words to put on a page

to do list because i've got zero self-control or moderation and if i think about it i possibly went a bit overboard:

• body on a wire's edge, jaydick for stevie, 2nd chapter in jason pov, 40% written  
  
• DCMB, signed up with marourin, brujay, 100% written, rough draft deadline hopeful for Aug 1
  
• DCMB, signed up with fleet, brujay, 50% written, rough draft deadline hopeful for Aug 1
• DCEU exchange, signed up, prompts out (100% written) 
  
• jaydick summer exchange, signed up, prompts out (0% planned and 20% written)
• jason omega week, jaydick entry (0% planned and 0% written) 
• jason omega week, romanjay entry (100% written, needs editing)
• ra'sbat week, aiming for one batra's entry (0% written)

live your life because we all die

it's not even 10:30 in the morn and I'm sitting on my couch eating spicy shrimp crackers for brekkie before dropping it on the ground and then just picking it up to eat again.

I'm the peak of humanity and idc for anything otherwise.

the sky might be blue but i'm not gonna feel that way

y'know what, nah.

i can be apologetic when it is my fault, there is absolutely no need for me to apologize for how other people might feel.

you're all i want, and i want everything

being an adult and having the money to be able to buy myself dumb shit is terrible because i have the impulse control of a child but i also want.

also, i signed up for 2 5k minibangs because again, what is impulse control??

time well spent

so a lot of stuff has happened and i'm still trying to wrap my head around all of it.

but i'm another year older and without glasses and about to be going solo from training and all of it is just a handful of the stuff that's been happening.

on the more manageable hand here, i miss writing messy choppy rambling brain to ao3 draft fics.

the sun is about to set, open up your mind

i had a bad dream.

usually, i don't dream at all. or when i do, i don't remember it when i wake up.

but this one i do.

write me a novel to pass the time

i really want to translate a chinese romanjay fic  but it's been ageeeeeees since i've done any translating even though i've been reading a lot more chinese fic than i used to as of late.

but i wanna get this brujay prison fic up in time for cny too. oh, the dilemma. 

it's all about the preparations

feelin' inspired but not enough to write.

feelin' like my brain just keeps going back to think about work on some kind of ridiculous loop even though i know it's gotten better.

at least i'm almost planned all the way up to my ears for my london trip. woooOOHOOO. i'm lowkey excited for getting a chance to travel a couple of days on my own, try out that lonely tourist thing. i miss being content with being on my own.

i live my life to the fullest

so i might have ate too much tictacs and ended up throwing up at like 2am in the morning because i'm classy like that.

on the other hand, this elf-mix tictacs they are selling are gREAT.