Daily TV #107: Master Sword
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Daily TV #107: Master Sword
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Oh god. I FORGOT I WROTE. SO MANY CHAPTERS.
WHY DID I WRITE SO MANY CHAPTERS OF A NARUTO HIGH SCHOOL AU FANFIC?
I LITERALLY WROTE 134 CHAPTERS OF GOTH KID GAARA X JOCK GUY NARUTO.
I wrote THREE separate fanfics for the same story, with 134 chapters
178, 636 words
and exactly 900 reviews.
a fucking
naruto
high school au
goth gaara x jock socialite naruto fanfic.
i hate myself.
i hate everything.
im so edgy, please god, forgive me for my sins.
i don’t even wanna talk about the hetalia fanfics, i really don’t, please don’t ask.
I am quite tall. How tall specifically?
Well, when I tell 6' men that I'm also 6', it inspires in them the most delightful frustrated impotent inferiority that I can't quite help myself.
The empirical answer is a mystery, but the joy (the only joy born from this frightening height) I derive from this is clear and evident.
I'm STILL weirdly annoyed that I couldn't say shit about Palworld without people coming out of the woodwork to call me a Nintendo bootlicker
i need to write a musical adaptation of dorian gray right now or i will die on the spot
On one hand, it’s like, every time my sister and I start talking about Star Wars or Superman or something, I’m like “Man, I wanna write STORIES”
but practically speaking, it’s taken me five days to write this concert review that should have taken, like, an hour. and I’m still not finished.
Th problem with trying to get off the 24-7 stress&freakout train of several weeks or so is that (even if its necessary for health) it still makes the previous few weeks seem kinda...dumb. A wasted effort, you might say. And you wind up feeling sorta stupid. So you want to hang on to it, in some way. But my heart can't take much more of this. Literally.