Do Other Writers Not Type Half Of Their Story While Taking A Massive Shit??

do other writers not type half of their story while taking a massive shit??

i mean i kinda have it but not really?? it’s just a fuck-a-round and find out server tbh

legitimate fucking lifehack: discord server literally just for yourself to keep track of stuff over devices. links. reminders and checklists. all neatly divided into categories. search function and dates. why didnt i do this earlier oh my god.

WAIT FUCK ITS ALSo BRUNO BOIS BIRTH TOO, HAPPY b-DAY PASTA MAN

Hiiii ily <3

acK,

ily too ✨✨✨

owowowowowowowowowoowwowow

why is this lowkey sweet tho

dark shit with a twist. Yan yaku kidnapping his darling. he’s surprised when he finds out that they warm up to him right away, even thanking him for taking them. And he finds out that they were really struggling before. that night he’s really gentle with handling them, whispering about how they’ll never get hurt again/how he’ll never let them get hurt.

not me about to cry when writing this🥺

❣︎yaku morisuke❣︎

warnings: tw kidnapping, tw yandere, poor mental health, suicide mentions 

disclaimer: this is not healthy at all. do not involve yourself in unhealthy, toxic relationships bc they claim to love you!! 

he holds his breath when he walks into the basement. yaku isn't delusional- he knows you’ll hate him but it’ll only be for a little while. you’ll love him soon, even if you despise him at the start. he knows it’ll hurt but he just loves you, he knows he can make you happy with him. 

but the last thing he expects to see is softness in your eyes when you gaze at him. 

“do you love me?” you whisper as he kneels beside you, brushing the hair out of your face. you don’t even flinch, your wide eyes still gazing at him. 

“yes.” yaku replies, brushing his knuckles along your face gently. “I love you so much, that's why I brought you here, so we could be together-” he doesn't even need to justify himself when you lean your head on his chest and he’s stunned to feel his shirt growing damp with your tears as your bound hands cling to him. 

“i didn't think anybody cared about me,” you sniffle. “i didn't think anyone loved me- i'm so alone. if you hadn't taken me, i-i don’t know if i would’ve survived.” the very thought makes yaku’s eyes sting as he holds you close, peppering your face in kisses and already reaching to untie the ropes around your wrists. 

“i love you.” he says. “i love you so much, and i'll take care of you here. i’ll make you happy.” he promises, rocking you gently as you sob. “i love you.” 

YO HAPPY BIRTH JOSEPH YOU RAT, 100 IS REALLY OLD, TELL ME THE DATE OF YOUR FUNERAL SO I CAN BE THERE OLD MAN