Lan Wangji: I want to hear those three words from you.
Wei Wuxian, taking his hand: I love you.
Lan Wangji: I love Wei Ying too but try again.
Wei Wuxian: Fine.
Wei Wuxian: I will behave.
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Lan Wangji: I want to hear those three words from you.
Wei Wuxian, taking his hand: I love you.
Lan Wangji: I love Wei Ying too but try again.
Wei Wuxian: Fine.
Wei Wuxian: I will behave.
what do people in their twentys do except go to the grocery storeâŠâŠâŠ.
sometimes we lie in bed paralyzed by the knowledge that life is neither meaningful nor enjoyable
and then we go get snacks
if you wake up much earlier than normal you feel secret emotions
#one time i just woke up at 7 am and stared at the sunrise for like an hour #dont know what emotions those were but they sure were a lot!!
If you stay up late enough, you feel those same emotions, but the bad version of them
lunch date (slowly turning into a dinner date)
when tumblr gets inevitably deleted lets all go on one giant google doc
hidden strength
Me, a writer: *has an good idea for a story/fanfic*
Also me: âI wish somebody would write that.â
The great tragedy of being a writer is that you never really get to be the audience for the stories that youâve always wanted to read.
This is the most real struggle Iâve ever heard about being a writer.
I donât want to write this book.
I want to read it and fall in love with it.
hereâs a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling
who is old enough to be part of the fanfic.net era where we literally talked to our characters? like, had conversations with them?
cause I do. as a lonely child of 12 who had no friends, it was a favorite pasttime of mine to boot up the dial-up internet and type out imaginary conversations with ouran high school host club characters in the beginning notes before even starting the damn chapter (which was inevitably 500 words long and absolutely awful)
Modern Authorâs Note on Ao3: might discuss some possible triggers, thank readers for comments, apologize for a delay in update, etcâtalking to reader, essentially.
Authorâs Note on FFN back in 2010:Â
Author: Yâall are gonna love this cahpter!!!! [Character] not sooooo much
Character:âŠwhâwhatâs gonna happen?
Author: Donât worry about it! ^.^
Character: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME??
Author: ;)
Character: D:
those were dark, dark days, man. Todayâs Fandom Freshman are sure lucky they missed this.Â
This when right alongside the detailed disclaimers to avoid lawsuits.
Donât forget that the author was broken into at least five separate voices, âInside Outâ style.
or where you would have ask blogs for your ocs except it was just in a ff.net story. basically an entire classic authors note except people would ask questions. that was my childhood.
Y'all forgot that sometimes we also appeared in the middle of the text with notes like â(author: noooo >:( character is such a b*tch!!!! character: IâM NOT!!!!)â And it was the crimgiest shit ever but we had fun doing it lmao
this will never be relevant to anything but a while back i ran into a bag of bread that was cut the wrong way and i lost my mind over the way one slice looked
Dear July, please be good to me.
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The reason You go too fast for me, Crowley absolutely murders me is this: It isnât âIâm not interested.â It isnât âI donât feel the way you feel.â Itâs âI canât meet you where you are right now, and it kills me.â Itâs longing and regret, knowing there is something right there in front of you that you want more than anything, thatâs being offered to you, and you arenât ready for it. Donât know when you ever will be, and that thought is killing you, too, because you donât know how long the other person will wait. Itâs knowing that what youâre saying might be the end, but you owe them the truth, the choice to stop waiting for you.