Just When I Thought I Could Not Love Anything More Than Hoax Pt 1 You Come In With Pt 2!!! The Way You

just when i thought i could not love anything more than hoax pt 1 you come in with pt 2!!! the way you write angst is so heart-squeezingly realistic. you have a gift for making external conflict so painfully internal. your brain is so big, beautiful, and shiny hehehehe!!!! have a good day mwah!

STOPPP YOUR COMPLIMENTS ARE MAKING ME BLUSH HAHA, thank you so much! you're so sweet!

i think it's because i'm the type to internalize pretty much anything (believe me, it's not great) but i'm so glad you enjoyed it! i love getting right into the thick of it as we all suffer lmaooo

YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY, MWAH <333

Additionally, caught in the midst of constantly forced to choose a side, Asian Americans are not able to attain a space to grieve their loss or erasure: they are either placed in neat categories of victim or perpetrator, but never victim and perpetrator, and thus are unable to come to terms with what they have lost.

hello! not sure if it's late in where u are but trick or treat!! 🎃🍬

it's not late! (but i'm definitely answering late, ahhh sorry haha).

here's a concept thought for my latest mythology/folklore wip for my main character as a treat:

like being haunted by the ghosts of my history that i've neglected, like accepting discrimination as a rite of passage, like believing that to survive, you must assimilate and stay silent.

trick or treat asks/event here

Write whatever you want. Write the things that set your soul on fire. Write the things that inspire you. Write the things that bring you joy. Writing is about having fun. Writing is about creative expression. Don’t stifle your imagination. Allow it to flourish, allow your soul to speak.

Trick or treat! 🎃

treat! (this d4 is working against me lol)

a little Dragonsong excerpt

Enya’s voice twined into the song, loud and clear from her position on Isi’s shoulders. A chill ran down Isi’s spine and spread over her whole body. Enya’s song was equal parts haunting and sweet, and entirely unlike anything else Isi knew. Even though she’d heard it before, it was… indescribable. The air seemed to crackle. Joy bubbled up inside her chest. The music seemed to find a place inside her she hadn’t known was empty until today, flowing in and filling it up to overflowing. She tipped her head back and grinned as she hummed, letting the song wash over her.

literally ofc my room had to lose power 💀