The Impulsive Need To Write Ten New Fanfictions Is Hitting Me Like A Semi Truck. Excuse Me While I Jump

The impulsive need to write ten new fanfictions is hitting me like a semi truck. Excuse me while I jump out the window

Wanted to try something new. And apparently. Sketching is just as pressuring as writing so :D

Welcome to Not Knowing How to Spell shit, with your host, Tamprongs and Padsfoot

The awkward moment when you realise you would rather stay at home and write about your dead gay wizards than go out and s o c i a l i s e

James: Alright- so I can date your brother?

Sirius: Yeah!

-like an hour later-

James: Hey Pads, when will Regulus be free for our date?

Sirius: what?! Why would he be free?!

James:

James: well you see- i nEED YOUR BROTHER TO BE THERE FOR OUR DATE

My sense of humour sucks.