Renn

Little chart of Ye Olde Kinks.

Trying to focus. Been kinda spiraling today. Took a nap. Times are tough.

Has to be. They load him with bogus info, he drools it into a mic for the press, and then a few subordinates spend the day tweeting insanity under the guise of his social media handle.

He's a horrible creature, but he's a seviceable puppet for the other terrible people to hide behind.

This is a lie. I changed my approach and am instead playing video games.

Work kicked my ass today and I'm going to numb my brain to a few horrors before I need to make something that resembles dinner for myself.

"Watching 3 hours of porn won't fix anything."

"Then I shall try 4."

Motherfucking....

It's gonna be a long drive to Ireland.

But, the good news is this:

I have so much story in the works. It's in my head, on chicken scratch notes, all waiting to be put in place. I'm excited to hit a good stride and slam some updates on ao3. I've replayed future scenes in my head a hundred times and am SO hopeful that someone likes them.

Until that happens, I do what I can.

Chapter updates are slow, I know. I keep telling myself "just post it, make it perfect later" and I can't. Sometimes finding the right words takes time and I don't want to churn it out just to George Lucas it with special effects as a director's cut later.

I know I'm not exactly super social on here. I Like. I occasionally Reply. Now and then I'll Follow.

I'm busy. That's the long and short of it.

I wish I could quit my job, move to a cozy little place, and just create from dawn to dusk. Write. Draw. Animate. Listen to music. Stare at the horizon.

I did engagement-promoting things. Posted old photos and tagged people so they'd get notified. Shared memories about the photos, places, and people... only one listening was the void, apparently.

Between that and the "Meta" stuff, I'm glad I left.

It's been a long while since I dropped FB and... it was NOT easy at the time.

Had all these "almost still friends" connections to people I grew up with and making the call to cut the cord was tough. I WANTED to stay in touch with the people that I knew, and I TRIED with a lot of them, too.

Slowly freeing myself of all those little social media shackles.

Cept dis one. We like Bluesky.

Makes the posts. Writes the things. Posts about the things.

I've heard the way that you've been talking about me,
It's not so nice to bend my words as you please,
My armor's stronger, now you're not getting in,
The fire in my heart is burning to win,
So come on!

It's. Stuck. In. Me. Brain.

I didn't realize you were from MN! Just now checked your profile.

You folks up there deserve so many kind praises for what you've been able to endure without turning violent on those lunatics.

The US doesn't deserve to have such good people at a time like this. Canada would be lucky.

Well, Minnesota's right on the border. They DO like hockey, helping people, and have that gosh darn adorable accent that Canada could adopt into a nearby territory don'cha know?

Doodling. Practicing mouths.

Not like... that. Like, sounds. The way they look when speaking or singing.

The way the tip of the tongue touches teeth during "th" or that sneer and clenched teeth for "ee" sounds.

...I want Rachel to sing.

The $120/hr bootlickers they're probably paying to sound "trumpish" on the account.

Is he even capable of re/posting that many times in an hour? The man can hardly stay awake for 20 minutes at his own meetings.

Most read like something that was written by a fratboy or that Grok regurgitated.

Friendship is a karaoke night.
Love is joining in on the duet.

I wish I could suck out and print all these scenes directly from my brain while I'm at work. I'd get so much done.

Has he started referring to himself in the third person? Did I miss the memo on that one? Where's his trademark "REMEMBER I AM PRESIDENT DJT" at the end?

His social media interns are slipping.

I used to be really in to Animal Crossing.

...I should see if there's an animation of K.K. Slider and Ankha singing *that* song.

Honestly, it could be kinda cool. I've got ideas.

Don't wanna go back to woorrr-hurrrrk.
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While I'm trying to avoid any of them being a pure self-insert, I pour a bit of myself into everyone.

Paige mirrors my fondness for anime, movies music, and academic growth. On a deeper level, there's feelings of inadequacy and worries of acceptance.

I'm sprinkled here and there in my OCs, in one way or another. Paige and Andrew are both slightly nearsighted and wear glasses. Rachel shares my somewhat earthy/spiritual side while Katrina's thoroughly fascinated with tech. Jen and I both grew up with money concerns. Sam? Maybe she lucked out.

Tired of these non-stick pans that somehow let everything cling to them.

Give me non-stick food!

God, we're NOWHERE near the scene, but I want to get Rachel belting out ALIVE.

That pissed off, post-breakup, "fuck you" energy that shows she's risen above it.

Even if it's only as storyboard snippets with sketches or Koikatsu poses.

a girl with glasses is sitting in front of a computer monitor Alt: a girl with glasses is sitting in front of a computer monitor, she momentarily pauses and looks over towards the viewer

Blargh. Brain.

Write this.
No, draw that.
No, pose it.
No, spend 7 hours studying ANIMATION.
NO, WAIT, MAKE AN ANIMATED MUSIC VIDEO.

How much free time do I think I HAVE?

ⓘ This user has forgotten what they were going to post in the 3 seconds between having a thought and opening the app.

Minnesotans are famous for only getting violent for 2 reasons:

1: Green Bay is ahead by more than 6 (cheering for The Pack at this point will cause potato chips to be thrown at you)

2: Calling it a casserole (a most greivous act that will cause a steaming spoonful of hotdish to be thrown at you)

I'm still compiling full class schedules for the cast, which I'll post at some point or put on ao3 as part of an amalgamation of supplemental material.

Most of their weekdays are fairly similar. Currently, Andrew attends class in between meals, walks, and a bit of reading and gaming.
With the exception of Katrina, known for late nights and sleeping in, the girls generally have meals with one another and hang out when time allows.