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i know what this situation needs…explicit fanfiction

shoutout to AO3 authors who write 100k fics for free while juggling mental illness, academic burnout, 3 jobs, and a deep-rooted need to fix fictional people.

Write about a character driving past their old house. How has it changed after all these years? How does your character feel about that? Include details and memories.

Very hard to scroll tumblr on the bus in the current fandom climate (the hockey players are sucking each others dicks every other post)

Nature is healing.

Who else has thousands of ideas but unfortunately your mortal form is constantly at 'low battery' energy levels?

C'mon, fam. Cut me a break. I only JUST realized. 😂😭

I'm back and still not over this. It makes me wonder how often Bobby has heard the girls say some wild shit over the years without him realizing anything is amiss. Might write a fic about it after I finish my current projects.

never been so disgusted as when I open a fanfic and the notes happily describe how they had assistance from chatgpt. like I'm sorry are you so useless that you need a lying machine to help you play with toys, something I assumed most people master in toddlerhood

this comment being from 2:35 am adds to the atmosphere i think

oh god this is doing numbers um. engage with my project. please. comment on a fic

i'm obsessed with problematic relationships with age gaps where the age gap is the least problematic thing about their relationship

🤣🤣🤣 absolutely - the ages are the least of their worries 🤣