applesorceress

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And with this, I bypass 300 followers.

Oh my god, guys. My follower count has more than doubled since Christmas. 0u0

applesorceress  asked:

TAG. YOU’RE IT. The rules are to state 10 random facts about yourself. Then, go to your ten favourite blogs and tell them that they are it!

1. I’m a cat person. If I could have ALL THE KITTIES, I totally would.

2. My most visited websites are Tumblr, AO3, and LJ.

3. I love pineapple. I’m eating some right now and it is delicious.

4. I hate summer. I hate the fact that the weather today felt positively mild when it was damn hot. I want autumn and winter to show up already because summer suuuucks.

5. I’m playing kink bingo this year because I have a problem with internalized sex-negativity and kink-shaming, where I, like… it’s awesome for other people to have kinks and enjoy them, but I’m not allowed to do it, it’s bad when I do it, and I’m trying to break myself out of that. Slowly and in the medium I know best: fic.

…and also poetry, for some reason. Like, I’m seriously writing this long poem — “The Waste Land” is my model for length here, and I’m probably going to exceed that at some point — and it’s just as many prompts as I can possibly shove into it, off of all of my cards, and… ehhh? This would probably be a great idea if I could write poetry that doesn’t totally suck and isn’t super-pretentious, but since I can’t on either count… huzzah for terrible, pretentious poetry about kinky things.

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