Learning to not hate myself just like how a first grader learns how to play Hot Cross Buns on the recorder: progress is halting and painful, but it’s happening very slowly.
Rail et al.
- 57 Followers
- 67 Following
- 951 Posts
Trans, spotted trainspotter wandering the Northeast. Sometimes I take pictures of things (usually trains). Snow leopard at heart. 30s. Shi/hir or she/her.
Dear Graceful Spark,
How do you snap with hooves on?
Railfully yours,
Rail
All this talk about the engineer being the only apparent crew on the train is activating the part of our brain that’s perpetually angry about Precision Scheduled Railroading. It’s probably a good thing that my letter-writing character (mareacter?) is a normal, non-Isekai’d pony with no knowledge of PSR or Audience World.
any sufficiently empty laundry hamper is indistinguishable from a cat toy
(In the English dub, it’s called『Carolina Reaper』)
New fancharacter idea: a normal-ass chicken with a stand that triggers the body’s heat receptors
Her name is Boc, and her stand is『Don’t Fear the Reaper』
Every day since getting home has been a fight against the world and against myself. I’m scared that I’m sliding closer and closer to the breaking point where I just implode completely.
Sorry cishets, it’s called a toll TRANSponder, not a toll CISponder.
That bittersweet feeling of looking back on a work project from years ago and saying, “goddamn I wish this project wasn’t my first time doing $thing; I could do this so much better now.”