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I'm going to (affectionately) strangle my past self, cause what is this writing omfg. /pos

canon af

Ochako: I will defeat Toga.

Izuku: You said that last time. Then her clothes dissolved and you fell onto her knife because you were distracted.

Ochako: It’s a very insidious quirk.

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Togachako nation!!!

Uraraka didn’t sign up for that when she went to find a side hustle👀

i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again

these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled

How I thought writing would go: You're in control of your story. You are the puppet master! You control these characters, what they do, what they say, what they think. This world is yours, do as you please.

How it's going: my characters stopped listening to me, and now I'm 6485746 words into a plot that went off the rails on page 4.

uh, I've just posted a new fic and it brought my published word count on ao3 to 330k and I think this calls for a mild celebration. Yay me, basically a third of the way to a million :]

the five homoerotic love languages:

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

All I'm saying is Jayce Talis is a bisexual polyamorous man who has a type and that type is just, Higher Beings. His type is just Jesus Christ. Bro straight up wants to fuck God

Edit: damn bisexuals found this post hello y'all hope you have a nice day the post reached its target audience

Sombra: Do you ever want to talk about your feelings, Widow?

Widowmaker: No.

Reaper: I do.

Sombra: I know, Gabe.

Reaper: I’m sad.

Sombra: I know, Gabe.

I was in the groove, writing my fic and listening to music and absolutely flying through this scene. It was going so well, and I was like, "okay, what did I do wrong?" so I reread my last piece of dialogue..

"Something distracting you or something?"

This is why I don't divide my attention with music and shit while I write omg