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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ 36 | they/them | Toronto ⚘ author, playwright ⚘ antizionist jew ⚘ disabled, queer, possibly real vampire ⚘ sports, tattoos, cats, viddy games ⚘ leo ☼ taurus ☾ aquarius ↑ ⚘ noahwrites.ca ⚘ paypal.me/noahkoshkin ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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Okay, so I see SFU has brought back my weird crush Eric Balfour so forget Billy, this is the guy I would’ve shipped Claire with as a youth. And he just ODed on heroin. It would’ve been so over for me.

I accidentally immediately wrote Armand out of this fic. At least for now. I don't know what I'm doing.

Imagine writing stories with zero drug-using characters... Couldn't be me.

hello friends I have updated many of my usernames so they all finally match (it has been driving me nuts having different usernames on every website/app) so if you see noymolloy it is me.

the next time someone tells you to "touch grass" please check their profile. they may be a tick

I support natural lawns but I also love the smell of freshly cut grass. I contain multitudes.

Thought about changing my display pic but I think I've sorta become Jane Lane by this point. Maybe I'll give her some fangs or something.

I had to call my nephrologist to get my lab requisition reprinted because I, in all of my genius, put the original somewhere so it wouldn't get lost and now cannot find it.

I would legitimately risk my sobriety before I ever got another IUD without pain management. Fuck that.

I’ve sold less than 1/6th of the physical copies of the initial run. Unless COLOR TASTE TEXTURE becomes suddenly very popular, it’s deeply unlikely I’m ever getting another cookbook deal. (CTT is one of three volumes I have planned for ND readers)

*looks at Tigers score*

It's so weird to think that there was a time I was afraid to let my parents know I was dating a Black man. I didn't think they were racist but I'd heard stories of other non-racist parents freaking out when it came to their own kids, so y'know, I was a little worried.

I have a half-idea for a DM ficlet but, I don't know why, I feel more self-conscious about writing fic than my own original work. Probably bc my own characters are allowed to just be Me But Different™.

Muji at STC is closed now so I had to find somewhere else to buy pens. Ended up getting Sharpie pens from Walmart and was surprised to find I actually like them more than the Muji pens.

Adding more clarification because some of y'all have the reading comprehension of a dried out bottle of dish soap, this is not a "feel bad for Biden for having cancer" post. This is a STOP ACTING LIKE CANCER IS SOMETHING PEOPLE GET BECAUSE THEY "EARNED IT" post. Eat shit and live! Thanks!

Hana, my smallest cat, is growing again. She's a little bit longer than she just was. I'm so proud of her.

The rise of AI and dumbass people LEAPING at the chance to use it to avoid having to think ever has made me want to go out of my way to use my brain and learn more than anything else has on this entire planet. Fuck AI and fuck people who use AI. USE YOUR OWN BRAINS.

Yesterday was a HIGH SENSORY DAY so today I slept in and then had a huge nap (after taking my Adderall). Starting to feel somewhat normal again.