they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to

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@junior-writes
they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to
scrolling through ao3, once again realising the one fic I want to read is the one I have to write.
what they don’t tell you about writing is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!
I think the strangest criticism of queer ships is when people say “no, they’re best friends” or “they’re better as just friends” like bitch they are still best friends. They’re just also fucking. What’s not clicking?
if i ever tell you "i cant possibly read a book in a day!" i am LYING. i am a FUCKING LIAR. because last night i read a 50k word fanfic in three fucking hours.
Me who already knew ao3 was going through maintenance and therefore should not be surprised:
when i come to the function in jeans and a plain white shirt but in a simon snow way
Hehe it's 5 am and I drank so much black coffee I can see heaven and it is a warmly lit bed with stray boobs rolling around like rose petals
i hate people who know chess. “i’m moving my rook to c2” okay man. i’m driving down I-65
this might be a very niche experience, but i’m an intern for child protective services in my state, and twice i week i come into my office, sit at my cubicle, and the fight the urge to see if ao3 works on my state government-tracked computer, a computer that has firewalls so strong i can’t even access spotify or my personal email
its been a while but im finally writing something with the intention of posting it. im not gonna say what its about but im very very excited for when im done with it. this is me holding myself accountable by putting it in writing.
I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth
Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
is it really baz's pov if he doesn't say something that breaks your heart every other page