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writers, instead of asking ai for help, you can always use your childhood trauma and repressed issues to help you with that fic

lucydacusgirl

What am I gonna do with my one wild and precious life omg it can’t be phone in bed forever

nervousgazes

they are writing the pitt s3 rn. in this exact moment someone is in that room fighting for more langdonmel on our screens. they are writing the langdonmel bible RIGHT NOW! that’s enough for me to say goodnight and sleep peacefully #goodnight!!!!!!

goth-queen

pollen

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

ceruleanheaven

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

fanfictrips

Writing and having ADHD is such a frustrating experience. What do you mean I already have an absolute tear jerker of a scene that ties into the end of the story but I have ABSOLUTELY nothing for the middle! C’mon brain! Why do you do me like this?!

pghumfort

Frank says he doesn’t like receiving gifts. Mel finds that hard to believe with the way he damn near cries every time Tanner or Penny make him anything.

From the day they start hanging out outside of work and she gets to know him a little bit, she keeps finding things she knows he’ll love everywhere, and just decides to say sorry if he really doesn’t like getting anything. She buys them with the intent to give them to him, she just doesn’t have the nerve to try yet. It’s mostly small things, a trinket here, a gadget there. And they get so numerous she starts keeping them in a box in her closet.

By the time his birthday rolls around, they’re dating.

Mel spends an evening meticulously wrapping all the little gifts. The actual big birthday gift is a weekend trip, but … well, fuck it, she bought this stuff for him and she kind of wants her closet space back.

Frank gets more teary-eyed with every present he opens, and well, long-story short, they both learn that Frank doesn’t hate gifts, he hates the generic man-gifts he’s been getting his whole life. He hates the ever-present birthday reminder that no one knows him or what he likes. Except, Mel does.