Watson-Holmes A.Z. FELL Anthony J. Crowley & Co.

Hello, dear audience. If you're reading this message, then it means that I will no longer be with you. I'm packing my things and moving to Archive Of Our Own. I will be on Reddit and Tumblr as well, more so on Reddit. I may not have known you lot for long, but as a person whose heart holds the purest intentions for the good, I send you but this message to part. My heart is not as cheery as it was a lifetime ago. My anxiety is rising and my health has been fucking with my overall performance. Thank you fools for putting up with my bullshit. I will try to find some semblance of health and joy to resume my dim but still shining hope for the future. It would be best to cut ties with me and move on. I can no longer help you. I can no longer be a part of your lives. Say farewell, for I shall no longer dream of you. My heart is no more. A thousand more times, farewell.

DAM BOI WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO BE GHOST RIDER-
          WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO BE CROWLEY-
          WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO BE A MALE ANTIHERO/VIGILANTE-
          WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO BE MALE-
          *weeps manly tears* 
          HEY GOD, GIVE ME MY DICK BACK! I MAY HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL, I MAY NOT EXACTLY BE A DEMON YET, BUT STILL MAN. NOT COOL-

I'M FEELING SUICIDAL! 

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Mine

HAPPY FUCKEN NEW YEAR, BETCHES!
          THE NEW DECADE IS HERE!

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
          We can do the tango just for two
          I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
          Be your Valentino just for you
          
          Ooh love ooh loverboy
          What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
          Set my alarm, turn on my charm
          That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy
          
          Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)
          Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat, ooh
          Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
          And tell me how do you feel right after-all
          I'd like for you and I to go romancing
          Say the word, your wish is my command
          
          Ooh love ooh loverboy
          What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
          Write my letter
          Feel much better
          And use my fancy patter on the telephone
          
          When I'm not with you
          I think of you always
          (I miss those long hot summer nights) I miss you
          When I'm not with you
          Think of me always
          Love you, love you
          
          Hey boy where do you get it from
          Hey boy where did you go?
          I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of loverboys
          
          Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine precisely
          (One two three four five six seven eight nine o' clock)
          I will pay the bill, you taste the wine
          Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely
          Just take me back to yours that will be fine (come on and get it)
          
          Ooh love, (there he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy)
          Ooh loverboy
          What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
          Everything's all right
          Just hold on tight
          That's because I'm a good old-fashioned fashioned lover boy

I'm trying something stupid and writing a full book on Archive of Our Own. I call it “([Do]n't) Open Your Eyes”. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter.
          Link:
          
          https://archiveofourown.org/works/21881644/chapters/52228504

Hey, can we please mention how as a freshman in high school, I joined Navy JROTC? I'm proud. That stuff takes guts. Master Sergeant (MSgt /name/ USMC retired) and Lieutenant Commander (LCDR /name/ USN retired) are so nice (even if they are a little scary). And that's how I got my male NSU. I can show off if you'd like ;)
          
          MSgt tells me I have to start using more nouns when talking. He is right. I have problems with talking. But I have the courage to try and that helps a lot. 
          
          By the way, nobody gets named here. Even if I were to tell the entire internet where I go to school, I wouldn't to do it through the exposure of the names I respect.

Today is Thanksgiving, started by European peoples as a day to thank God for victories and blessings. I have decided to partake but in a way that the conscious celestial beings - humans - can feel as though they were God, because, in a sense, we are celestial. Let me start by giving several words of thanks.
          
          I thank thee person:
          
          As a shy-ass transgender singer and preformer, unable to get anywhere in my time. I have listened and learned from the songs of my fellow man. So, I give thanks to the performers who came before me.
          
          As a man without the being of me, a mind locked away in a body not meant for him. I have listened and learned from the origins of my fellow queers. So, I give thanks to the men, women and non-binary people who shared their lives to me and to others.
          
          As a scholar with major social setbacks due to mental divergence, a scared boy inside an uncomfortable body with uncommon mental ability. I have listened and learned from my fellow scholars. I give thanks to those scholars who have taught me and others like me.
          
          As a boy with ambition, a scared but willing person. I thank all of the soldiers and honourable warriors who come before me and those who have taught me the meaning of honour, courage and the strength of ideas/emotions.
          
          As a boy with a vast imagination, unable to find a way to say “Hey! I was here, and I existed.” To all of the creators, artists, performers, and dreamers who have dared to be seen, I give my thanks.
          
          Find five things to be grateful for this Thanksgiving and to whomever or whatever you believe in, say thanks.