Me in fanfiction jail confessing my sins to a fellow inmate: yeah, I’m in here for a 250K slow burn.
Fellow inmate doing time for OOC Characters: *whistles* what stage did they get to in 200? Hand holding, botched confessions, cheek kisses?
Me: they shared a bed but it was all mutual pining.
Another inmate across the room: JUST MAKE THEM CONFESS ALREADY!
*Cue prison riot*
Me with my parol officer after leaving fanfiction jail: I’ve been off the slow burns since the last time I was put away. You don’t have to worry about those anymore, sir.
My parol officer, reading my file: What’s this about a new fic? I thought you already had 8, no, 10 different WIPS.
Me who can not explain anything: I can explain!
















