HURRAY THEY DO GUESS WHOS MIGRATING TO AO3
do ao3 people like poems or is it like mostly fanfic or stories in there-
i was reading a description for china (hetalia) and it said 'wise' but i read 'wife' gjjdjdjkjdkgndsjgn
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.
Part IV
tightness around their eyes
pinched mouth
sour expression on their face
crossed arms
snorting angrily
turning their eyes upward
shaking their head
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
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
vacant stare
looking down
turning their head away
cannot look at another person
putting their head into their hands
shaking their head
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
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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