If You’re Looking For Bakudeku Angst I Got Just The Thing For You >:3

better than drugs

It's pretty funny to see the ToA Fandom lose their shit over Jim changing back to human when,, we are here just chillin, not caring whether he's this or he's that,, does it matter, my guys??

The man looked like the picture of desperation – that was the first thing that came to mind. His yellow hair was a wild mess, his gaunt face unshaven. The most striking of all, though, were his eyes – piercingly blue, wide open, bloodshot and bruised. Like he hadn’t slept in a while, too focused on his mission. Like he had lost something, and would not rest until he found it.

Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”

Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.

Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.

fanfic writers, here’s a friendly reminder that you are not less of a writer if you haven’t posted anything in years, you are not less of a writer if your works aren’t as popular as other writers’, you are not less of a writer if some trolls left you rude comments (they either just want your attention or are simply intimidated/threatened by your talent), you are not less of a writer if you write short one-shots instead of a 100k novel-length fanfic, you are not less of a writer if you’re not satisfied with your writing (I promise you it’s so much better than you think, you should be proud of yourself), you are not less of a writer if you’re not comfortable posting any of your works at all.

you are always as valid as any other fellow writers out there.

another reminder: fanfic writing is not a competition, and it’s not a job. don’t put so much pressure on yourself. always remember, the point of writing fanfictions is that we get to have fun, escape reality into the world we create in which we can write anything we want.

it stops being a getaway and a safe place the second we treat writing fanfic as a job or a competition. no, you’re not writing for anybody. you’re writing for you. this world you create is just you and your blorbos. have fun. it’s your getaway.

pick one you bald genderless idiot

I mean, who told you Sebastian is a good guy. He's just Ciel's butler (let's say) because of the contract; he wants his soul when it has had its revenge. I may be wrong, but that's what I thought after watching Black Butler

Because men 'can defend themselves'.

A sick fuking statment.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

MY THEORY

about Sui Ishida:

• his birthday is on December (28th to be exact, I checked the Wikipedia, but it was so obvious reading the manga, like! Kaneki, Arima?)

• he has an older sister (Ayato, Yomo, Hinami (kinda?)Nishki)

• I think he has some, um, father issue? The only present father we know of would be Shuu's father, Mirumo Tsukiyama. The others died, sooner or later (Kaneki, Hinami, Aikra, Ayato & Touka... should I go on?)

He's an artist; artists put themselves into their art, their problems, desires. If you look closely at your own art, I think you might be surprised.

... yeah just some garbage i will prbbly delete, just keep scrolling

The man looked like the picture of desperation – that was the first thing that came to mind. His yellow hair was a wild mess, his gaunt face unshaven. The most striking of all, though, were his eyes – piercingly blue, wide open, bloodshot and bruised. Like he hadn’t slept in a while, too focused on his mission. Like he had lost something, and would not rest until he found it.

(chapter two of my dadmight amnesia fic is here!)