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Thank the writing God's above for Pinterest!

Sometimes I wonder how many WIPs were lost to time before Pinterest was created.

What do writers love to do?

Imagine and obsess over all the little details of there stories.

What do they not want to do?

Write all that shit down.

Ergo, Pinterest!

Seriously, how did these people live?

Oof. That "no one expects anything from me" line hit deep.

Thank you for clearing this up! I always assumed it was to make themselves feel better about venting and relying too much on a child.

Now I know my lack of a carefree childhood was not the fault of the adults in my life. I was simply born depressed.

This bitch right here in literally EVERY fanfic

Lighting another mans cigarette with your cigarette?? While it’s in your mouth??? You could fuck in front of me and it would be less gay

But you ultimately leave it. The writing/depression God's hath spoken!

I don't really have anything to add to this. We all already know people are dumbasses.

when you want to be elizabeth but you're actually darcy

PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005)

Breaking News!

The CDC has reason to believe a deadly spike in the love epidemic will occur February 14th.

If you are fortunate enough to have not caught the debilitating disease we urge you, lock your doors and windows, turn off all electronic devices, and read absolutely NOTHING categorized as "romance."

If you have not been exposed and you do not follow the advice listed above, you will surely catch a severe case of the Lovebug.

There is a chance a new strain of the virus will make its appearance on this day. Scientists have dubbed it "Heartsickness."

In clinical trials, the unfortunate people to catch this strain were only cured by catching the Lovebug, which doctors agree, is no cure at all.

There is still no known cure for the Lovebug or any of its various strains and scientists urge that extreme social distancing is the best method of avoidance.

Stay safe out there and we wish you all an uneventful 14th.

“getting the lovebug” but in an aromantic horror way

And synonyms. So many fucking synonyms.

Being a writer is just 97% googling words to make sure they mean exactly what you always assumed they meant.

@supremeuppityone 👋^_^

sometimes you get comments on fics from writers you worship as a personal hero, and it’s partially “oh my i have been judged worthy of Notice” and partially “ye gods beethoven is watching me play twinkle twinkle little star on a xylophone”

I would fucking DIE if someone wrote this in my comment section, oh my GOD!

trying to think of what to write in an ao3 comment that isn't just "blew my cock and balls straight off"

I mean yeah same but I have to admit it'd be interesting to see what a version of me with my life together looks like. An exact copy of me except they've worked out all my issues? I can't even imagine it.

honestly the concept of doppelgangers is scary but if i saw myself i probably wouldn’t be that terrified. like i know she can’t run for more than 3 minutes straight. i know she can’t do basic maths. she’s not going to do anything. she doesn’t even know what day it is

Even better if it's the actual Mythbusters testing the tropes.

Is sexual tension inevitable when there's only one bed?

If my best friend has a sibling, will I fall in love with them?

Will I meet my future spouse in my favorite local coffee shop?

Adam and Jaime will find out in this episode of Tropebuster!

I’m sorry, but is this not the coolest shit you’ve ever seen!?

Salads

so in the wake of this Twilight Renaissance Era I would like us all to pay tribute to the original twihards that never let us forget.

Our love will sparkle for all time

I'm AB positive you will be mine

Drinking your hemoglobin may be a crime

But our love will sparkle for all time

*deep inhale*

Ah.

Another giant pile of shit we humans call "a year."

You have not seen shit until you've been to a church revival.

The first one I can remember was when I was about 13 (a horrible age for me) and I thought the whole damn world was ending.

It's just dark enough that you can barely see the people around you.

Music is blaring from all angles.

People are sobbing.

There are people breaking out into random fits of chanting.

People are shouting. A lot.

There's a lady laying in the starfish position on the stage doing all three.

There's some guy in the back pacing in a circle with his hands in the air and muttering to himself... when he's not chanting, sobbing, or shouting.

The preacher's standing up front, eerily quiet and just sort of taking it all in... when he's not chanting, sobbing, or shouting.

People are laying in the floor and it's unclear if they're passed out or just vibing.

...they are also prone to random bursts of chanting, sobbing, or shouting as well as the occasional spasms.

This lasts for a couple of hours until the lights turn on, the music cuts off, and everyone goes back to how they were pre-revival.

There is a debate on whether the group will meet up at Applebee's or go out for tacos.

feels like some people become parents because they've been taught that is the natural progression of how adults gain power (i.e. the power their parents held over them in their childhood). and now they need to be at the top of that power structure, to finally be okay.

which is very, very sad. and also, crucially, not a healthy reason to become a parent.

Allow me to set the scene...

So you're an alien (just go with it) and you have to write a report on human studies.

You with me? Good.

Okay so you go to your local human library (stay with me here) to find some research material but...

Oh no! You only used research from the ritualistic cult section!

We following? Awesome.

So now your entire knowledge of the human race is just ritualistic cults.

Makes sense? Great.

Then you get invited to a humans birthday party (there's a point here I promise) and it's time for cake.

Everybody on the same page? Super.

Alien (that's you) watches as this lovely dessert is brought out and wax sticks are placed into it. The wax is set on fire and everyone gathers in a circle to chant. Once the chanting is complete a chosen one makes a wish on the flaming wax sticks (thus embuing the cake with the magical wish powers obviously) and blows the fire out. Everyone eats the treat and the annual ritual is complete.

All of this is to say...

Birthdays do be a little culty.

The struggle between not caring and caring way too much all the fucking time...

i’m like “i don’t give a fuck” & then have an anxiety attack

If y'all could read this fic in my brain you would be so impressed.

Birthday's are weird. Why am I being celebrated for something I had zero control over?

It's like when someone says "good job" after you've just thrown up.

Like I'd rather not have but thanks I guess.

Does anybody else feel like Legacies is just Julie's weird fanfiction of the TVD universe?

Just told my mom about the omegaverse/abo

...feeling good.

Brooo I'm watching the fucking Armie Hammer docuseries and this shit is WILD!

Old money is in fact terrifying and no one should be born into wealth for it breeds douchebaggery

bro to this day if I'm out with my mom I get her to order for me cause SoCiAl AnXiEtY.

I'm the type of person that will go through the menu to find the simplest thing for me to order so I don't take up to much of the waiters time.

I get in a full blown panic trying to leave the check out line as fast as possible so I'm not holding anyone up. I'll have my purse half open, my change sticking out of my wallet, things dangling from my hands, all so I can get out of everyone's way as fast as possible.

Im sure most people either think I'm crazy, a harried mother of five, or a kidnapping victim.

one thing about me is that i am viscerally against inconveniencing retail and food workers… the checkout guy just mistakenly asked to see my ID because he thought my sparking water was hard seltzer and my ass just showed it to him instead of saying anything. i think i would rather die then correct him in his home turf

Anyone else have that moment where the lights flicker but you low-key gaslight yourself into thinking it was just a really prominent blink?

...just me?

The San Francisco Examiner, California, February 25, 1935