But Tooru Had To, Somehow, Have The Bad Luck Of Attracting The Soul-searching Eyes Of Pretty Ushijima

116 pages of shit-all-first-draft done fuck yeah.

you used to have to keep fires going alllllll the time and i bet thats why theres always some dude at the bonfire who really fucks with keeping the fire going. instincts deep within their minds of a purpose long since lost

Nothing is set in stone and all that. But he has a really good feeling about that.

Tooru groans, loud and frustrated, and dramatically throws himself over the steps at his back. Proper, respectful Consortium Wizard rolling around in the streets like a five-year old.

His tabby Princess has slipped onto the pavement between Satori’s knees. She licks her paws, smooths them over her ears and her face- left first. Entirely unbothered by the flamboyant man next to them.

A Princess that doesn’t bother with the jester.

Urgh. That moment when you think you're ready and prepared to finally publish that story you've been working on only to hit Publish and then realise that it's really nowhere near fuck'n finished and you need to delete it again so you can rewrite all of it.

Hello! I'm Ducky! Welcome to my disaster area...

Let me introduce myself. I'm Breeanna, otherwise known as Ducky. I need your help.

I am an artist, musician, and spoonie from St. Louis, MO. I have a very rare case of a very rare disease called Gastroparesis. I no longer have a stomach. I have a host of other complications and illnesses that make my medical expenses incredibly expensive. My lifespan is shorted by my illness. I actually almost died from the disease before a life saving surgery to disconnect my stomach in 2023. I'm alive...but still having a hell of a time.

My hobbies include writing, crochet (I make custom scarves and blankets which are for sale!), and love to read. I love color, fashion, and weird animals. I am pansexual, demisexual, and gender non-confirming. My pronouns are she/they (though they is preferred).

I am disabled due to my illness. I work from home and try to supplement my income by making/selling crafty things...but sales are basically non-existent and its hard.

I'm squashing down my pride to ask Tumblr for help.

My cost of living due to my illness is so high that I cant meet the demand and I am deep in debt. I risk losing my phone, car, and even my little apartment. Things are...bad. Even thought I wish I could die (it would be a lot cheaper) I keep pushing forward because I am convinced there is brightness at the end of this tunnel. There has to be. 40 years of suffering is enough.

If you can help me out, even if its $10, you are a godsend.

Venmo: marchingduck Paypal: owlalwaysloveyoudeer@gmail.com

Message me if I can make you anything! There are samples of my work on my Chaotic Instagram: marchingduck

Thank you for reading. Hopefully I find my light. Please share, I need all the help I can get.

fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’

hoot hoot

His phone vibrates off the ledge and drops on his nose with tear-jerking insistence.

Fucker.

Satori rolls over with the grace of a half-dead street rat before he sits up, feet touching the clean, cold concrete of his apartment. Tenderly he rubs at his face, fingers prodding as he inhales deeply through his sore nose.

Sadly, I am petty

I get that there are ships I would not consider writing or reading and I get that there are ships and dynamics that I, personally, would consider toxic but I also recognize that I am not forced to engage in those kinds of ships/dynamics, that is what filters are for, and other people might enjoy it!

However, I can not articulate that well enough in dialogue - written or spoken - which, in turn, makes me a petty asshole who will vague-post about this on the one hand and petty-spam on the other hand.

You want people to agree with you that these relationships are toxic?

Guess what, buddy.

That's all the content I'm gonna post.

(I also recognize that this is not the most mature of solutions. Hence the title.)

Should you find yourself in a situation of considering a ship toxic, filter it, ao3 and tumblr and, as I understand it, most platforms give you the ability to.

Should you be triggered by certain events that might occur in a fanfiction, you can filter.

You do not have to read it.

No one can make you click that link and read that story with your very own eyes.

Screen-readers will read tags to you (hi, this is why it's important to know how to tag, y'all, btw).

You don't like it?

Don't read it.

“You gotta stop this, princess,” he sighs as he feels the weight of her small body spreading over his feet.

The tabby looks up at him with a slow, content blink as she oozes herself all over his shoes.

“I’m gonna pick you up and bring you home if you’re not careful, and you don’t even know what kind of man I am,” he lectures her, “that’s no way to find yourself a human.” But even as he chides her, he bends, scratching her behind her dainty, bright ears.

She pushes into his touch, eyes closing into a content cat-smile and Satori can’t help but echo the sentiment.