I want them expeditiously π©
Go where eagles dareβ
No bc I fr paced up and down my room, phone in hand with the draft open on ao3, just physically unable to press the post button for like a good 10 mins with a mantra of "Should I really post this shit??" Bc 1, it's my first ever fic, and 2, it was based around a recent heartbreak, so I was sweating, but then I ended up overthinking to the point of having yet another existential crisis of "who tf cares, I am a spec in this vast, unending universe and we're all gonna die one day." So I was like "Fuck it.", posted it, turned of my phone and took a nap lol
After that, it was easier :)
i get so happy when people that are new to fanfic writing, or just writing in general, post their work on ao3. despite their doubts, despite their fear of something so personal and vulnerable being perceived, they still press that button, and i turn into the equivalent to a proud mom cheering on the sidelines. like yes! you did that! your work is worth seeing! you deserve to share your passion for and be part of a community! iβm so proud of you!
I'm being so fucking serious when I say my heart stuttered and I then immediately felt the other heartbeat oh my fuck I want him.
ghostface choso commission on twt
Giggling and kicking my feet rn
I want him
Sukuna's the type of boyfriend where you confess to him first and he acts like he knew all along. He didn't - and he does a major fistbump the moment you look away.
The type where he'll click his tongue at wherever you want to drag him during your date, then snatch your hand and take you there anyway.
The type where he lets you put on face masks and eyeliner on him to your hearts content - no matter how much says it's stupid, and he doesn't need that shit, anyway, you always catch him keeping it on.
The type to make you pretty bracelets - not buy, make. Picking out charms and colors he thinks you'd love and then thrusting it into your hands saying it "wasn't a big deal, anyway." But you catch that pretty blush on his cheeks.
The type that makes your coworkers slightly concerned when a towering, beefy man is waiting for you on his rugged motorbike. And they've got their fingers on the phone already, peering anxiously outside as you cling onto the very man with a tight hug. And only - only - when they catch him fastening on your helmet, oh-so-gently do they breathe out in relief, realizing that maybe he's just that type.
These bitches fuckin gay to me
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