I Missed Sleepover Saturday Can We Do Sleepover Sunday Instead 🥺

Saw these balloons hanging from the ceiling of a kid's birthday party venue and my mind immediately went to

I feel like I always start as an architect, but then there's a turning point where I'm suddenly a gardener.

*In writing terms, an architect is someone who plots out, plans, and outlines things before drafting. A gardener is someone who takes an initial idea and then just writes, seeing how the idea grows without specific plans.

Some people use the terms “plotter” and “pantser” (as in, going by the seat of their pants) for these writing styles, but I prefer architect and gardener.

So anyways...

100%. I am extremely introverted and interacting this way is one of the only ways I socialize. I appreciate anyone who comments. ❤️

Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”

Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.

Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.

I am about to lose my gd mind knowing I can't irl take his 5'3 ass and sling him across the bedroom like a sexy little sack of potatoes. Just climb me like I'm a titan already 🥵

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thinking about roommate Tomura with a sleeper build and you don't really think about it until you ask him to help you bring in the groceries because they're heavy, and he lifts a large, heavy box onto his shoulder like it's nothing and you see his arm flex under his t-shirt and and and