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I'm a little bit late, but here is my fic for @zoneofrevale!!

I hope you enjoy it, and had a great start into the new year(≧◡≦)

Tysm for hosting @natsume-ss!

everlasting bond

Summary:

A few years after graduation. Natsume meets up again with Tanuma and Taki. And, of course, there are still many yokai waiting for him to return their names.

miothle

become the dawn, deliverer.☀️

emirkocturk

Bazen öylece rüzgarın ahengine dalar insan. silkeleyip dururken yemyeşil çimenleri..

A momentary breeze..

jasontoddiefor

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.

ryuusea

gakutsumu winter doodle

how much % is gaku doing this to keep her warm and how much % to hug her. yes.

dragonsareawesome123

AJSJSJSJSK WE’RE GETTING A BLOOM INTO YOU THAI ADAPTATION???

bastille

its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager

phantasmsystem

oh my god No it doesn’t don’t put this kind of pressure on people?? you can absolutely fuck up in your teen years and continue on to a good life just fine. you can drop out of school, get a GED, still go to college and finish your degree as late as you want. i know people in my school who still haven’t graduated and they’re 26. some older. you can always transfer someplace else, always build yourself up from the ground. after a certain amount of college credits, a lot of schools really don’t care about your high school GED or your SAT scores anymore. if you fuck up in your teenage years you are not a failure!! you can ALWAYS re-invent yourself, always start over. there is always a second chance.

iainart-deactivated20200509

Reblogging this for my followers freaking out over art school/college. I dropped out of high school and never thought I’d get into college as easily as I did. You will be fine!

scottandhiskind

Fun story my biology professor just told us: When he was 23 he was married to his wife and worked two jobs to support them since she was in college: gas station attendant and construction worker. He worked these two jobs because that was the only work he could get since he was at the reading level of a third grader.

One night he was writing something and his wife noticed he was writing from right to left. Since she was studying occupational therapy she realized he had a learning disability and started working with him. He slowly began to learn to read, and at 26 got his GED and went to college.

His first year of college he took the lowest level math course he could take, 001. Over the years he worked on learning what he needed to, ended up graduating with a biology degree. He then went on to get his masters and PhD, graduating at the top of his class. He is now an extremely accomplished biologist and professor.

So don’t let anyone tell you that you’re future is based on your choices as a teenager.

geekyangie

Seriously. Do not believe this. You aren’t even stuck with your choices you make in your 20s. I didn’t start working in my current field until just after my 30th birthday. It has nothing to do with what I went to school for in my 20s. My husband has a political science degree, and he’s a sports journalist.

You are not tied to anything. Go. Be.

roane72

My day job did not exist when I was a teenager. And the idea of trying to be an author was a distant thing on my radar. I thought I was going to be an English teacher. And then I thought I was going to be a music teacher. And then I thought I was going to be a drama teacher.

Also in there: therapist, early childhood educator, then finally: web developer–because by then it was an actual thing that existed. I didn’t actually figure out what I “wanted to do when I grew up” until about eight years ago, when I was 36. I tried pursuing writing when I was 30, stopped, then started pursuing it seriously again when I was 40.

There is always time to change. And don’t let anyone tell you that high school is “the best time of your life” either, because that’s bullshit too.

drachenkinder

I was a high school drop out and didn’t go to college until I was within a month of my 40th birthday. While there I changed my major twice. Then I taught art long enough to earn retirement. Before college I’ve worked in dog kennels, as a cashier, a dental assistant, a vet assistant, electronics assembly, a machinist in the military, picking up trash in a state park and as locksmith at a university. After teaching I worked night shift as a securety guard. Life is freaking adventure, not a locked grid you must move from one square to another. Take a chance, If you fail, get back up, dust yourself off and try something new.

solarishashernoseinabook

Your life is not over at 25. You can continue to learn and engage with hobbies and change your life path and meet new people. Get rid of this idea that what you decide to do at 18 is gonna be what you do for life

starlightshadowsworld

As someone who freaks out at times about this kind of thing in my final year of university, this really helped.

forthesanityofsome

I was on target for my chosen career in horsemanship that I had been cultivating throughout my teenagerdom/young 20s. Around 23/24 my father died from pancreatic cancer and everything fell apart after that. Dropped out of college. Tried community college. Dropped out of that. Tried to get a job. Quit after a few weeks because a thunderstorm made me hide in the bathroom while I tried not to cry. Most of these were due to panic attacks or some form of heightened anxiety. I am now somewhere in my thirties and having the time of my life running down the path of authorship, something that seemed like a hobby that I sort of dropped when I graduated high school. I have realized I have ADHD and am learning to navigate it. I have tools and coping mechanisms to tackle my anxiety and panic. I am able to go out in public without breaking down. I am finally enjoying my life, despite often feeling like I’m an ice skater stuck on a frozen lake running downhill.

I was happy then. I am happy now. But I wouldn’t be happy now if I was still trying to make my life fit my mold from then. So…no. Your life does not revolve around who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Sometimes it’s because you decide to change. Sometimes it’s because you are forced to change. Sometimes it’s a mix of both.

I’m finally the same age as haruka hehe

#finally the same age as the i7 boys woot woot!#hs trio you’ve been 17 for 8 years now

doctorcurdlejr

sometimes I get sad when I think about all the people who are missing out on the pleasures of life only because they've decided it wasn't for them before they even gave it a shot :(

doctorcurdlejr

Like idk sometimes you just have to step out of your comfort zone and take a risk to seek happiness in life... I almost didn't reach out to a classmate to ask if we could catch a movie bc it felt lame, but I did and now they're one of my best friends and we live together. I put off seeing live music for years because I was afraid to go alone and I thought I'd hate it, but after I finally pushed myself to go to a show alone I realized I fucking loved it! This year alone I've probably seen more live music than every year before this combined. I thrifted a film camera, bought some film, and then put off learning how to use it for two years because I was afraid people would think I looked stupid and I didn't want to be bad at something. A month ago I realized the film was just gonna expire and go to waste anyways, so I pushed myself to give it a go and I've had so much fun learning something new just for me. Sure, I've had nights where I've gone to the club or trivia night or a library event, and thought it was bogus - but it wasn't world ending either. I just left! But I felt happier just knowing I tried.