Let's try this
Like this tweet and I'll doodle your dn or handle
I'll be on the road for quite some time and it's getting boring so help me fill the time pls (人・㉨・)♡
people want to treat fanfiction as their source of actual literature nowadays while not paying for it like one does with actual literature... but also wanting to criticize it like actual literature... ??? u can criticize me when u start paying my bills. this is FREE. keyword FREE
sh hooked up with an emo guy in a bathroom stall last night. some guitarist for the punk band playing at the bar he likes to frequent. it was sloppy and drunk, and admittedly some of the best sex of his life, but everything was so spontaneous, he didn’t even catch the guy’s name. instead, sh somehow ended up at a hotel rooftop pool after, his friends having dragged him there for another round of drinks. long story short, he shouldn’t have been swimming when he was: one, that drunk; and two, still fully clothed. one thing led to another, and a few bad decisions later, he woke with no recollection of how he made it home. and he’s pretty sure his fucking foot is broken. it’s a humbling walk (limp) of shame to urgent care where he sits for several hours with a pounding headache, fending off the urge to vomit at the mildest change in smell, waiting to be seen. he looks a mess—hair unwashed, dark circles under his eyes, skin dehydrated. but who could blame him? he had a rough night, and his foot is killing him. his appearance was the last thing on his mind. and as he rotted there, piecing together the fragments of his memories, he comes to realize his biggest regret is actually not getting mr. guitarist’s number. stupid, sh. fucking stupid. finally, he’s shown to his exam room, where he expects he’ll wait for at least another hour. but the absolute last thing he expects is for the doctor that walks through the door to be the fucking guy he hooked up with the night before. now his biggest regret is not taking a fucking shower. goddammit.
girlie on the subway was trying to see what pc i was carrying on my bag so i turned it her way and said "yvyv c:" and she showed me her pc like "omg i have his princess!!" 😭😭
me to my husband: AO3 is down again [explains outage]
My husband: someone should write a spicy fanfic about the two database engineers locked in the server room trying to fix it
my husband, smug: there was only one spreadsheet
Are you fucking kidding me right now? We really decided that bullying a beloved author to the point of leaving, literal DAYS after she returns, is the move? That's how this fandom wants to behave? The selfishness and entitlement here is insane and I'm not playing these games +
Arranged marriage jcngscng Au where they both don’t see each other until the day of the wedding.
Jh is so very nervous but confident bc he’s known his whole life that this would happen. He never bothered dating and trusted his mom to find him a match. Ys on the other hand was
i like how my mutuals have their dedicated ships for their accs. but if u ask me what my favorite is i gen cannot tell u. im greedy i like every jh pairing and want to write/create for every jh pairing possible
Simply because he liked Psh.
He just liked Secretary Park.
Sh cast his gaze downward.
"Ceo-nim?"
"Yes?"
"Are you free after work?"
Hj blinked.
"Beg pardon?"
"I asked.."
Sh offered a shy smile.
"..if you'd like to take me out on a date."
"Dinner?"
"No."
"Dessert?"
"No."
"You literally devoured my cake."
"I turned down the date. Not the pastry."
WEDNESDAY
A sticky note clung to Sh's computer monitor on Wednesday morning:
(Roses are blue.
Meetings drag on.
Please date me.
This rhyme is wrong.)