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i really think a lot of the long game conflict boils down to shane saying “hey i’m really scared” and ilya thinking “well i took a meat cleaver to MY life in order to have a chance at happiness and i survived it so why the fuck can’t you do the same for me??” while he grows paler and paler from blood loss and pointedly does NOT look at the ghost of his mother who appears in the rearview mirror of his porsche cayman gt4 and whispers for him to take his pregame cens v raiders nap in the garage with the engine running

If you take the time to leave comments on every single chapter of a multi-chapter fic, I can guarantee you that there's at least one author out there who thinks you are the greatest person in the history of people.

sometimes. things that have a lot of kudos. are worse

i understand words and phrases. my dialogue is natural and in character. i know where the plot is going. my word count is reasonable. i am not scared of my document

when youre stressed about your current wip, start a new one! now you can be stressed about two wips instead!

this fic is so good i hope i write it

shane hollander: i would survive my own saw trap. if i was ever put in one. which i wouldn't because there's nothing in my life that would cause me to end up there. but if i was, i would simply do what was asked to of me. because what's the other option? to just not? no, i don't know what you mean that it's a metaphor. i'm being serious. i'd cut off my own leg if that's what it took, actually.