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I have a story I want to write for NaNoWriMo and a character I have in mind would need to be handled with care.

The character in question is a 2nd generation immigrant from a pair of Filipino parents who's relationship with his mother is tenuous at best because of a language barrier. He is named Luis. The idea in my head is that Luis' father wanted him to assimilate to Western norms in the hope that he would have a better/easier time, and so he never really let Luis learn Filipino, and Luis' mother's grasp of English is fairly weak overall. Luis is also a high school student living in Vegas, going to a magnet school for computer engineering/tech stuff and he's also being the sound engineer person for a podcast with his childhood friend, Jane.

Before I go any further with this, I was wondering if there were any POC 2nd generation immigrants I could consult.

Anyway, my DMs are open

Bringing this back because I feel like I don't have the talent for storytelling or drawing...

There's this one series (Lunette Precure) I had that I want to bring back as a novel but I'm not sure if I should due to the toxic experience I had with making a series, I remember I had this precure fanseries called dream skies precure when I was 13-14 and the experience I had while trying to make it was awful, a lot of people bullying me into changing the character designs, people calling it terrible when I never even got started with the first episode (and they could've ignored it if they didn't like it), stealing my characters just to make hateful shit and more (and there was very little criticism to help improve it btw), I was like 13-14 with low self confidence and decided that i should just cancel it and nothing changed.... Nowadays when I come up with a new series, I always worry if it's not good enough and that I need to change something about it (I'm 17 now and still struggle)

Guess who got a pair of thigh highs!

i got them from a friend, so they don't fit the best. anyone know a good place to buy those sock suspenders?

I know this is supposed to be my silly ha-ha cock and balls account, but I am in that "what am I doing with my life"/"what SHOULD I be doing with my life" phase and I need some advice. what job should I try for? I wanted to be a soldier for the longest time but the whole military industrial complex can be just a tad horrifying (please see Smedley butler). and I was considering being a law enforcer but then I thought "what if there's another ruby ridge, I don't wanna pull that trigger". what I'm trying to say is, anyone got any ideas beyond "fuck it p.m.c. time"

Whenever I’m in any type of relationship with a man whether it be casual or serious, I always feel like I’m pretending throughout the entire duration of the relationship, and I don’t do it on purpose. I don’t aspire to morph into my current boyfriend’s image of the perfect girl, it just happens. The way I talk, walk, dress and behave all become skewed and foreign to me. I hate that no man I’ve been in love with has met the real me. I don’t make up the way I feel about these guys, I just haven’t met anybody that I’ve felt like I could be my true self around. Whenever whatever fling I have going ends, I’m left disgusted with myself and empty because though I was vulnerable with my heart, I wasn’t with my soul and I don’t know how to change that. It’s not even just with romantic partners, it happens in majority of my friendships too. Also, for some reason I don’t think that any of these people have really tried to get to know to me on a deeper level anyway, so how could I be myself if nobody ever knows me? I think I’m cool and worth knowing, it just feels shit that nobody else seems to. I don’t know where or how to meet people that make me feel like being myself, but I would really like to.

Question for yall:

Is 6,662 words too long for a second chapter?

The first was only like, 3,879 now that I’m looking at it.

Should I wrap this one up and post it, or break it in half or something????

I’m remembering why I avoided writing fanfics now. It’s because I am like Oscar fucking Wilde and I don’t know how to stop once the flood gates open.

I need advice. Help.

Had a long fucking day