i fear i should stop announcing that i’m working on a specific fic because right after i say it, the universe decides to cosmically alter the chemistry of my brain so that i have no interest in working on said fic and instead makes me want to work on something else instead
Nothing will EVER beat watching Yuri on ice drop every week and going crazy over the trailers and be talking online about Viktuuri in the winter of 2016.
Nothing will ever be close to that experience. Nothing peaked like that.
Me to my husband at the penultimate episode of a season of a show he's never seen: "Okay so we can watch one episode or four, but there is no in-between, so are you in or are you IN??"
(he was lowercase in 😞)
ugh I'm so far behind on my fic reading because when I'm in a writing era I like to stay in that headspace, but this has been a very long writing era and now I'm feeling VERY OVERWHELMED BY ALL THE UPDATES 😭😭
I love being married because why did my husband, two feet away from me, just send me a meme on my cellular device and I responded, still two feet away from him: "Why are you contacting me????"
shit my husband says to himself while baking:
"That's a good yeast jar"
"We want to scald, not boil"
"I dunno, Vaughn[recipe creator]..."
"Oh yeah, that's definitely supple"
"I was wrong, Vaughn"
*putting dough in proving drawer* "Be brave"
I love going to an early fall bonfire and carrying around the smell for hours, I know some people can't stand it but I like feeling charred in a cozy way idk
Even as a non-religious person, I personally cringe at the hubris required to personally tell the Pope that you think your company has created an ensouled being, thus rendering Anthropic equivalent to God the creator. Further, that you did it for profit and it is now enslaved.