there is no one coming to save you. there is no future version of yourself that will save you. there is no predestined course correction. all there is are the choices you make right now, and your best guess of how things will go. there is no narrative. no winning. only movement. and your convictions. you have no choice but to act on your convictions, your principles. or else the movement will sweep you up. dont be inert.
i love when they draw a carrot on top of the carrot cake just to remind you this aint no ordinary fuckin cake youre dealing with
why was the stick or twist set up like that? making it like a regular recoupling where anyone could decide whether to change or swap based on what their partner said killed any potential for drama
punt kicking this week’s chapter of burn into the void, see ya next week
i’m still planning on writing this btw. i just had to be realistic about the idea of writing 2 long fics at once and i know i’d burn myself out so this is staying a draft until i’m at least until summer
it’s actually funny how i couldn’t come up with any canon compliant fic ideas for luz & hunter but the finale gave me such a good idea for them in the future 😮💨 i try to take a little more time with drafting but i might just speed run this so i can get it posted
What if you loved me so much it literally undoomed me haha jk unless
yes being a teenage girl can be incredibly alienating and lonely and searching for an identity through self-expression can help with that but my god if i was 15 and the entire internet was telling me i needed to be a clean girl or a vanilla girl or a coquette girl or a coastal girl that i should wear gold hoops and slicked back hair and an oversized blazer that i should buy matching pink workout sets to be a pilates princess that i should get a 400 dollar ralph lauren sweater for the ‘old money’ aesthetic that a nose job is a rite of passage that buccal fat removal is a great idea that the kardashians are removing their bbls and heroin chic is back that i need to dissect every single aspect of my personality and make sure it conforms to a label just to make me more palatable and more cute and more trendy i think i’d run into the woods and never come back