When I'm In A Long-ass Run-on Sentence Competition And My Opponent Is Johnny Truant

writers block is absolutely kicking my ass so hard

i’m on break for my fic till i can finally finish this chapter and im to the point where i might just connect the two scenes i have properly and then post it (when the posting schedule comes back on my calendar)

i also have TWO side fics for that fic that i’m trying to work on but one idk what to do next and the other it feels like im forcing the characters to do stuff instead of letting them just kinda go with what they want to do

i also have so many ideas but can’t DO IT (i have a 5+1 Game Changer fic i needa work on, a slightly older Roxy fic, a perchance to glean fic for my friend, and i wanna remake my MarDan(Marcus Calder x Dan Grarrity) fic)!!

From our French vacation

cause youre the last of a dying breed write our names in the wet concrete i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me im here in search of your glory theres been a million before me that ultra kind of love you never walk away from youre just the last of the real ones

apparently in october 2021 I opened notes and started writing down some very important media analysis

this was originally reposted by one of those stupid repost accounts but i like the image so much so im stealing it. its mine now. on my blog. without reblogging the repost account

First time seeing Johnny's long ass footnotes be like-

autism so bad that when i saw Callenger Deep on a thing for english class i had to check the author to see if it was Neal Shusterman… it was, and i geeked out

I love the idea of a roomba topography map being the jumping on point for a liminal horror story. House of Leaves II: Roomba.