noomsu

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If I was MIA before, I’ll be even more now as I need to repair my phone so I won’t have one in two weeks.

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doing the "current boyfriend" trend with bllk boys

michael kaiser you were filming a cute little montage of him—posing shirtless in front of the mirror, fixing his perfect hair, and celebrating a goal—and the caption read: “my current boyfriend 💕💅” kaiser blinked. “current?” he echoed, peeking over your shoulder. “excuse me, current?” you tried to hold in your laughter. “who’s next, huh? rin? nagi? you think they can handle all this?” he gestured dramatically to himself. “please.” you snorted. “you’re so dramatic.” he scoffed, flipping his hair. “you’re just obsessed with me and it’s okay. i’d be devastated to lose me, too.”

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rin itoshi you posted a photo of rin drinking tea with the caption: “my current boyfriend… he’s cute but emotionally constipated 🫶” you didn’t even realize he saw it until he texted you, “wtf is this” you turned to find him standing behind you, holding his phone, deadpan. “current boyfriend?” “rin, it’s a trend—” “you can’t even handle talking to people. who’s gonna replace me? your cat?” you were wheezing. he muttered, “not constipated,” under his breath as he stalked off.

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sae itoshi you posted a candid of sae mid-yawn captioned: “my current boyfriend. he’s tired of me already 🥲” sae stared at it for a solid five minutes. “why would you say i’m tired of you?” you looked up, confused. “it’s a joke, babe.” “i’m not tired of you. i’m just tired.” you laughed, hugging him. “you’re cute when you take these things personally.” he kissed the top of your head. “i’m your last boyfriend. fix that caption.”

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shidou ryusei your video had shidou shirtless, flexing in the mirror with dramatic zooms. caption: “my current boyfriend. he’s like a feral raccoon in a crop top ❤️” he loved it. “babe, you think i’m feral? that’s so hot,” he grinned. “wait—current? oh hell nah. who else is gonna call you sugar tits with this much love?” you doubled over laughing. “babe, if i’m current, does that mean you’re accepting applications?” he wiggled his brows. you just threw a pillow at him.

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nagi seishiro you filmed nagi half-asleep on your lap, captioning: “my current boyfriend. he’s 90% blanket, 10% clingy baby 😌🩷” he cracked one eye open. “current?” you nodded. he blinked. “that sounds like work. finding a new boyfriend is gonna be annoying.” “…it’s not real, nagi.” “good. too lazy to be replaced.” he then went back to sleep, mumbling, “you are so stupid…”

a/n: this is so stupid

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i imagine the reveal goes something like

jinshi: “maomao im actually the…. im the emperor’s—“

maomao: “son. yeah i know”

jinshi: “-brother”

maomao:

jinshi: “im the WHAT”

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Fanfiction is great because you can see so clearly how people learn to write.

Some people, it's clear, learned almost entirely through absorbing the world around them. Grammar and punctuation will be all over the place, spellings are approximate, but the voice of the narration will come through so clearly. You can hear the dialect of the people around them as of they're telling the story. It's not a written story, it's a transcription of how they talk in their day to day life.

Some people learned through reading a gazillion books as a kid. Grammer and spelling will be rock solid, formatting occasionally based on the single tab of physical books rather than the double tab of online scrolling, but dialogue is often stilted and overly formal. You might notice a lack of contractions and very rigid rules they made for consistency that actually have a lot more flexibility than they think. They tend to have a fantastic grasp of sentence flow, though.

And other people formally learned how to write. This could be anywhere from taking school classes seriously because they enjoyed writing stories as a kid to literal certifications and jobs in the field. Grammer is flawless. Punctuation is triple checked. Foreign words are in italics. Characters have distinct voices. But their self indulgence is tempered by perfectionism. They know precisely what they want from a fic. Authors notes often feature mutterings about their happiness with the chapter. Kaomojis often appear! They seek a style to their writing, and it makes for some wonderfully clever plots! These are the ones most likely to get fun with formatting!

And some people.... Some people examined it all. They dissect dialogue, people watch, cross reference behaviours and compare characters to people irl. You can tell almost immediately who had formative experiences with Terry pratchett and/or ghibli, because it's these people. While others see writing as fun, expression, craft, they see it as art. Plain and simple. Sure, the grammar is occasionally sacrificed on the altar of creative freedom, and the occasional sentence might miss a full stop, but these people seem to self reflect on themselves as part of the art making process. On occasion, these people have the most masterful grasp of dialogue and invocation and hand sewn characterisations. Formatting is pretty standard because all the focus is on the actual words. These fics can be edited to the moon and back!

All of these can vary wildly in forethought and quality, and betas can often catch individual problems before they hit post, but just. Isn't it so cool? What's that one Oscar Wilde quote about every mask just being another fragment of yourself?

Did you recognise yourself?

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This may be the sleep talking, but I NEED to write something for my baby (Yanqing).

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So basically I cannot sleep because my mother had to sleep in my room and aside from the fact that I hate sleeping with people, she snores. Loudly.

Here goes the only fucking Saturday I had free between classes.

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"I write for my own enjoyment"

And

"I'm happy when people interact with my writing"

Are two sentences that can coexist!

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"But reason, desire, and passion...will always re-ignite the burning fire within my soul"

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I like to think that Haitham is always surprised by how clingy and touchy Natsu is. That he was so used to them bickering and she barely touching anyone in any way that once they are together and she's got this urge to always be around him (or on him, depending on her mood) he's just blown away by it.

He's mostly amused and he likes it, but he is always surprised whenever she comes home and the first thing she does is drop her bag and just sit in his lap and curl into him like a cat, like she just needs to feel him for a bit after a long day of not feeling him.

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Oliver: You know, I always think I know what will come out of your mouth next, but I never do.

Drippy: Yeah, neither do I.

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three person poly relationship made up of two people who are already dating trying to coax someone with horrific self worth issues into a loving relationship. stray cat style

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"Wow, you talk about that character a lot" I want to fuck him.

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I appreciate that all of the first years are suffering in their sleepwear cards

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I was talking to my ex a couple of days ago about how shitty it is to be an adult and how we miss being kids with no responsibilities and it ended up with us promising to work together at some point (me writing a novel and him working on the design and marketing of the book).

And after I told one of my friends and she gave me THE look, I realized that it sounds like the plot of a cliche second-chance romance movie.

I haven't called him out for that because it's been a couple of rough days for us, but I've been cackling whenever I remember.

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"tumblr's the only social media without algorithms!" "you can still be anonymous on tumblr!" "tumblr's so nice because you don't have to show your face!" WRONG tumblr is special because you can have 3000 followers and still get an average of seven likes a post. i'm doing stand up comedy at a packed venue and one person is laughing

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sae itoshi  hated your hair.

not you. never you. but the bright, impossible color that bled everywhere.

he'd wake up, and there it would be. a faint blue smear on his pristine white pillowcase. he'd try to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't there, but it always caught his eye. a tiny, defiant mark.

the bathroom was worse. every time you washed your hair, the sink became a swirling mess of color. he'd scrub, his jaw tight, trying to get it clean. but the stain always lingered.

and the towel... the towel was a lost cause. somehow, it was always a shade of blue, no matter how many times he washed it.

he complained, of course. he'd tell you, his voice flat, "it's staining everything. it's messy." he'd sound annoyed, distant. but inside, a small part of him... it was a strange kind of comfort. it was you. a messy, vibrant, undeniable part of you, marking his space.

he'd never admit that.

not until you left.

and the white was blinding.

the pillowcases were perfect, untouched. the sink gleamed, spotless. the towel was, finally, white.

and he hated it.

he hated the clean, empty perfection. he hated the lack of that messy, vibrant blue. he hated how the silence screamed your absence.

he'd find himself staring at the pristine white, a hollow ache in his chest. he missed the faint, stubborn stains. he missed the way your hair, that impossible color, had somehow managed to leave its mark on his life.

he missed you.

he missed the mess.