#hope talks
me: noooo don’t start writing a harry potter fic u know ur never gonna finish, ur so sexy ahaha
being an adult involves a lot more crying on the phone than I expected.
okay I’m going to sound really, really pathetic but I just. need help.
you know that Reddit (I think it was Reddit) post where that person with anxiety asked how to make an order at Subway and someone non-judgmentally gave all the steps?
I need something similar, but with approaching my doctor about medication for my depression/anxiety. my therapist has been urging me to see my doctor about it, but I’m just—how do I make the appointment? what do I say on the phone? what do I say when I actually get there?
I know this is so dumb, I just don’t like new situations where I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen and I know that’s just life but I’m particularly nervous about this, so if anyone’s comfy with sharing their experiences, please help.
So I work full time these days (programming and doing the Big Code) but I’d absolutely love to do some writing over the long weekend
I’m under no aspersions I’m the big bad writer I once was, but apparently 6 thousand of you are still here, still reading my work, and still apparently not tired enough of me to kick me to the curb
If you’d like to send me prompts - you should do it now. Because God knows this weekend I am RECLAIMING THIS BLOG LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
I’m going to write terrible fanfics for niche fandoms. I’m going to reblog my favourite fics. I’m going to celebrate long dead fandom things. I’m going to do it, and nobody can stop me
If you’ve got an idea, check my masterlist, and if I write for them - send me your fucking prompts. Make them angsty, make them gritty. Remember the things you tend to enjoy me shining at and make me try to do them for your amusement. Plead with me for updates and I’ll update that fic in record time - I’ve got experience writing under the pump these days, and can gladly knock you out an update in a click :P
You have four days of my undivided attention. Four days of me going back to “ye good old times”
Go absolutely feral
So while I drink coffee and work my 9 to 5, I’m putting on The Vampire Diaires in the background and starting from the pilot
LET’S GO DELENA LET’S GO DELENA
(Yes, I will be blogging this experience)
While I do, feel free to message me, come and say hello, tell me what you’re into, tell me about your life, tell me about who’s captured your heart this week / month / year
Send me thoughts I can run away with to help me survive this week
I’m such a cryptid on this site now, it’s an absolute pleasure to show up, do nothing of interest, leave again
Bigfoot but without the sex appeal
Oh Tumblr, why do you find me at my lowest and highest moments
