04/02/2021 10:42 PM  *WARNING VENT* Current mood:  anxious I am under so much stress right now. One of my friends is devealoping an eating disorder, which they refuse to turn to me for help with, instead turning to one of my best friends who is the "therapist friend" who needs a f***ing break considering they already deal with my bs. I have like fifty assignments to do, I'm going to my homophobic aunt's over next week's break, I have discovered my acid reflux returning, it's pollen season so my throat is clogged as sh*t, and I feel like I can't feel bad about it because said friend who is developing an eating disorder hasn't eaten in five days. So I am in a constant state of panic. I am also having another sexuality crisis, one of my online friends is completely out of contact and I won't be knowing them again, I might have a queer platonic crush on two of my best friends, and there's a cute girl at my school and I don't know how to talk to people. I wanna be her friend so bad, but all my friends are having hard times so I feel sh*tty for wanting to reach out. Y'know? Anyway,  Crowley, out 0 Comments

02/10/2021 09:56 PM  ~The Court Jester~ I would like anyone reading this to know I wrote this when I was nine and didn't feel like editing this sh*t. If I ever post more of this character's stories, know that a lot of stuff about all of the characters mentioned have changed in my cannonical universe, anyway, I hope you suffer reading this absolute garbage.~ ~Jaux~ Jaux pulled the mask over his face. The pale skin, purple paint, and glitter a sure sign he wasn't playing a prince at this masquerade. He felt colorful, abstract in a way he couldn't quite describe, and well, different. It settled in his chest like a melting piece of chocolate. The court jester costume was nothing like his usual, more elegant attire. The black suit, dark violet tie, and black dress shoes had a tendency to make him look either intimidating or charming, or to a select few, both. Yet now, he looked in the mirror, at himself, as he were, adorned in the jester attire, he looked, silly. He looked downright ridiculous in a way he'd never been allowed to be. The hat had jingling bells and bright colors, his shoes looked like an elf's from a children's book. His mask had the same gold bells, as well as little music notes handpainted on the sides. He looked like an utter goof. A doofus. And he loved it. He remembered their blue eyes shining as they laughed at him, the way he felt when they called him funny. They weren't scared of him, and it gave him hope. That maybe one day, not everyone would scream when he crossed their paths, that maybe someday he might see a friendly face in the crowd. They gave him hope with how happy they were to see him, how they easily failed at saying such a simple name. Jester, they had called him instead. Somehow, it felt more like his name than his actual name did, resonating within his bones. He shook his head with a smile, opening the door and starting to the sound of classical music flooding out of the ballroom. You're late. A voice inside him whispered, and for once, he didn't run, instead opting to skip his way to the doors, bells jingling with every step and tilt of his head. The doors were ornate and far too large, but having done it so many times, it was easy to open them. He gazed into the colorful cacophany of voices and people, the sinking feeling in his chest ignored as he pushed his mask over his face. Ja-Jester joined the party.   1 Comments

02/10/2021 07:20 PM  ~*Truth*~ Current mood:  angsty I'mmmmm gonnnaaaa beeeeeeeee  eeeeedddddddggggggyyyyyy.  Anyway, I was thinking back to when I was a little kid and someone told me that I would have to choose between truth and safety. At the time, I was adament that I would always choose truth, even if it killed me. But that was before I discovered I was queer. I think finding out that the truth could put me in danger, not physically, but life-wise, I hesitated. I now believe in a different kind of truth. So, I decided that truth for me would be that if it didn't affect others, they didn't need to know. It didn't matter if it didn't hurt sort of thing. I don't know if that makes any sense. 0 Comments

01/29/2021 05:26 PM  whut Current mood:  numb I think I have a partner now. I was like, so very awkward about it, but like, they asked me out. And I said yes. Are we dating now? No one has ever liked me before wtf is going on. 0 Comments

01/28/2021 09:13 PM  Okay, so I don't know how to start this Current mood:  breezy Soooo, like, I had a sort of queerplatonic-leaning-very-much-into-romantic crush on someone and I recently recieved a confession from them over email. I have literally never been in a relationship before so my response was basically 'I like you, but I barely know you or how this even works.' One of their friends, the one who tried to wingman us, keeps like, egging me on to ask him out, so in like, context of us being in like, middle school, I don't know what that really entails. But, at the same time, we've been like, sending each other good morning and good night messages and my heart is like, you know? It is a thing, and I'm really happy about it because he's so cute and chaotic and wonderful, but also,,, PaNiC. You know? 0 Comments

01/28/2021 06:58 PM  Hey! Current mood:  energetic So, I'm really new here, so hi! I'm Crowley, but most of my friends call me Crow! I am genderfluid and go by he/they pronouns! I'd really like to make some friends, so if you're around my age feel free to contact me!  0 Comments

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