#atwc

[spookyspaghetty]

[bentaylorrogerhardy]

Hey guys

So, it’s been a few days. I’ve wrapped my head around it. I wasn’t sure whether to post this or not, but I decided I was going to.

As most of you know, myself and @/hystericalrogertaylor collab on a fic titled “As The World Crumbles.”

We have not been unable to update it for the past few months due to some of her health concerns. Unfortunately, she has passed away. I don’t know all the details, but she was getting a lung transplant and there were some complications.

I’ve decided to continue writing ATWC in honor of her, because that’s what she would have wanted. We had big plans for it, and I’m sad that she won’t get to see all of her thoughts and ideas come to life.

She was full of life, positivity, and was just an all around great person. I’ll miss our daily conversations, swooning over Ben Hardy and just talking about anything under the sun.

If anyone has any questions, or wants to talk, about the fic or anything, my inbox is open. Please be patient with me as I’m in college, and still writing two other fics! I’ll figure it out eventually, it’s just gonna take some time.

To the readers, thanks for sticking around. I will try my best to write ATWC to the best of my ability (she did majority of the bulk writing), and make it the fic we believed it could be!

Thank you guys 💕

[spookyspaghetty]

Needed this today

[spookyspaghetty]

Arhhhggggg

Something huge just happened

[spookyspaghetty]

Writing is hard. how am i not supposed to go on a 15 page rant about the origins of this made up dish that i randomly created and its importance in the culture, and history of the people of my imaginary land that will never be mentioned.

[spookyspaghetty]

Imagine if the right soul happened to stumble upon your art?

Keep going

[spookyspaghetty]

Me Editing:

“Eww cringecringecringe delete delete DELETE

Who the fuck wrote this?”

[spookyspaghetty]

I don’t want you to “read” my work I want it consumed. Taken apart page by page thrown into a paper-shedder and stuck back together.

Let it be your friend your enemy. Tell it your secrets while you on cover theirs. Write in the margins fold its ears forget about it in your back only to rediscover it on a long train ride home.

Kick your boyfriend out and replace him with it.