“I’ve got lighting in my veins” sounds cool but the lightning is actually adrenaline and I’m having a panic attack

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“I’ve got lighting in my veins” sounds cool but the lightning is actually adrenaline and I’m having a panic attack
Look a silly Tumblr glitch! Who is Erfloofs? Like Sir Floofs? A... Moth Knight...
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[Don't do this to yourself you have so many wips floating around already, waiting to be completed. Brain. Please. Brain. I'm begging. Brain don't do it. Don't think about how cute a Moth Knight would be. Don't, don't, don't (internal screaming)]
When you want to write part 4 of self aware au but your brain gives you MHAxBSD crossover fic ideas instead
Ugh, I need to get behind this defeatism mindset… the thoughts “Everyone hates you so you’ve gotta prove yourself!” and “If you’re not creating you may as well be dead!” keep cycling through my head, and whenever I go to shut them up, there’s an obnoxiously loud voice telling me that I have no alright, because they’re all true, and by shutting them up I’m being selfish and self-serving. I don’t know how much of that is truth and how much is my own brain being hardwired against me. I’m afraid to make a guess and get it wrong.
So, uh, wish me luck with the writing! I’ve gotten a paragraph down so far today, which is certainly better than nothing, but I’d like to aim for a full page and an actual release sometime in the week, because that’ll shut my brain up for at least a day or two.
someone pls tell me that adding a f.allout au version of k.ate f.uller is a terrible idea. pls pls pls pls. someone tell me it's bad. so bad. no. no no no no no. i don't need a f.allout au of f.rom d.usk till d.awn. no.
Can someone please tell my brain to turn off. Or at least get in gear and finish my current multi-chapter story. You know, the one I have not updated in months.
I do not need to start writing for a new fandom. I most definitely do not need a story where Sam Troy from Rat patrol is secretly Odysseus who was made immortal through some mysterious means. I blame the creators of this song who gave me the idea.
Hit with the inspiration/desire for a fic where Reader works as a receptionist for a supernatural/ghostbuster agency except you don’t actually believe any of these monsters or ghosts or whatever exist and most of the calls you’re pretty sure are fake. Glowing eyes and strange sounds at night? Probably raccoons in the garbage cans. A man howling at the moon? Your uncle does that too after a few beers. Still, your boss Max Phillips—an eccentric man with a shark-tooth smile and an addiction to energy drinks, specifically the red ones—insists on investigating them all and as long as the steady paychecks keep flowing you’re not gonna complain.
Until he shows up with a wooden stake sticking out of his chest.
Then you might complain a little.