@hawkeyefrommash / hawkeyefrommash.tumblr.com
hi! i didn't write fic for a long time so i stopped linking my accounts and i always forget to post about it, so i'm gonna make this and pin it so people can find my writing if they're interested :)
You can find my AO3 here.
I have a lot of fics for things I don't write for anymore, but below are fandoms I plan to write more for:
my favorite love language is trying, actually
like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying
bad: idk if i’ve ever been this nauseous in my life
good: my indigo shipment is out for delivery meaning that i may have a puzzle book for my sick day depending on when it arrives
i’m taking a sick day i think it’s just a food thing but i have been awake for hours and my throat is raw
the good thing about going to bed as early as i do is that if you wake up at 2:30 am violently ill then you’ve already have five hours of sleep and so you’re wired and awake bc you threw up your sleep medication
moving back in with my parents as a grown adult is hard and has a lot of downs but the ups are that they no longer really act like 'parents' in that my mom and i looked at each other the other day and went 'do you want ice cream cake' and bc we're both adults with adult money we bought an ice cream cake.
I know I'm a bit late to saying this but frankly if I found out a secret society of magic-users were just playing nonsense sports and making up slurs for the rest of us instead of helping us out with famines or leukemia I think I'd apply for a job with my local witch hunters
The most well known of San Francisco's numerous pedestrian streets is that section of Filbert Street between Montgomery and Battery streets on the steep eastern slope of Telegraph Hill - the Filbert Steps. This pastoral enclave, which includes the cross streets Darrell Place and Napier Lane and the nearby Greenwich Steps, is dotted with cottages that are testament to the bittersweet challenge of cottage living.
The Cottage Book, 1989
the pillars holding up society:
I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.
i can not believe how much doing the bare minimum stresses me out
Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
ME
[ID: a tiktok showing a person on a train looking serious with the caption, "4 hour train ride thank god i have my headphones and haven't gotten over anything in my entire life". End ID]
