HURRAY THEY DO GUESS WHOS MIGRATING TO AO3

i was reading a description for china (hetalia) and it said 'wise' but i read 'wife' gjjdjdjkjdkgndsjgn

god i love them they make me smile so much

oh wiat

HAHA

thats too easy HELLOOOOOO solution

not me having a crisis over stupid countries

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yap yap yap let me yap someone aauugggghhh

not me tryna scroll to the bottom of the blog

i think its impossible, everytime i try i end up accidentally closing out of it somehow so i will just have to guess how people begin their first interactions...

america should know hes been in there for months

hahahaha austria is so silly im gonna put him in a blender <3

its out of love :3

When I was a child, every well-meaning adult with a nine-to-five soul and a dried-up imagination told me that being a writer wasn’t a “real job.”

“You’re just a little girl with big words,” they said. “Books don’t pay the bills.”

As if paying bills was the most thrilling thing a person could live for.

I never understood why grown-ups were so committed to shoving a fire extinguisher down the throat of a kid who just wanted to tell stories.

I kept wondering, why is it so threatening for a little girl to believe her words could matter?

Now I know why.

Because they never had a dream of their own.

And when you’ve never had one or gave yours up a long time ago, it’s easier to mock someone else’s.

It’s easier to roll your eyes at someone chasing stars when you’ve chosen to stay face-down in the dirt.

And still… I write. Not because I was told I couldn’t. But because I had to.

Because I promised that little girl I’d keep going, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.

How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

More: How to write emotions Masterpost

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this fanfiction migjt be the greatest fic i will ever make

my teacher is talking golf terms and saying shit like foursomes and threesomes and im over here acting like a child laughing and the two guys at my table who plays golf called me immature </3