“I’ll Just Write This Short Little Fic”, The Author Says, Not Realising They’re Doomed By The

I have to say it. 'enemies to lovers' started going down the shitter when people began treating it like 'people who kind of annoy each other to lovers' ENEMIES to LOVERS is about if two girls FOR REAL want to KILL each other

Saw a post about the reading order of a beloved author and how their early books are a bit rocky and mediocre. Imagine if we created a writing environment that believed in and supported people, so that they could start with a slightly dumb story, and be given the connection/resources/validation/support to grow over the course of a lifetime. They wouldn’t have to hit the ground running with a splendidly workshopped series, an mfa, and an audience of TikTok followers who have promised to buy it, so that all a gatekeeper needs to do is collect the money. They could just be a chicken shed cleaner, or a mediocre small-town journalist writing one column a week (which is a job that people used to have and support an entire family - imagine writing 500 words a week and having that be your whole day job lmao) with a bad book, and forty years later they’d be a Great.

I’d like to live in a world with more Greats. There are a lot of chicken shed cleaners who are Greats and we’ll never know them.

I do not want it to be like “back in the old days” where it was only men (with housekeeper wives) writing mediocre books. I want secure material circumstances for people, and I want time for them to do something that may never “pay off.”

they literally created a place where you can go and learn about something that really interests you and they fucked it up by inventing ASSIGNMENTS

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?"

-"The Summer Day" by Mary Oliver

Ahem-

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Forget characters who would die for their loves ones, I need characters who would live for their loves ones. Characters who are so deep in shit mentally yet they try to be better for them, can't look good but tries for them, yearns death now chases it away from them and think 'maybe life is worth living because of them'.

Characters who once couldn't even get out of bed, claws their way out of the brink of death just to live another day and see their loved ones. They think living is a pain in the ass but just the scent of their loved ones make it worth it.

To go on and try to live. A kind of love that sparks life. To say 'I live for you'

"I won't leave you in the dark" and "I'll find my way to light. To you."

That's insane

Wild.

Satoru: is the strongest sorcerer but can’t hurt Suguru no matter what he’s become

Suguru: knows he’s Satoru’s only weakness but doesn’t use that against Satoru, never raises a hand against him even when he’s dying

Satoru: so guilt ridden for killing Suguru because it’s the last thing he ever wanted to do so he doesn’t dispose of his body the way he should have, causes Kenjaku to overtake Suguru’s body

Kenjaku: inherits Suguru’s memories and understands the depth of the bond between Suguru and Satoru, becoming aware that Suguru is the only weakness Satoru has, launches the Shibuya Prison Realm sealing plan

Satoru: kills thousands of transfigured humans in almost 300 seconds, kills Hanami with minimal effort, uses a Domain Expansion in attempt to exorcize the curses he’s fighting

Kenjaku: uses Suguru’s voice and face to call out to Satoru

Satoru: stops dead in his tracks, the fight leaves his body, happiness fills him for the split second he thinks Suguru is alive in front of him

Kenjaku: successfully traps him and renders him incapable of using his technique

Satoru: realizes that the man in front of him is not really Suguru because Suguru would never have actually hurt him and that’s why his soul knows it isn’t him despite his Six Eyes telling him it’s his cursed energy, calls out to Suguru and tells him to wake up

Suguru: is dead and yet at the sound of Satoru’s voice tries his damnedest to kill Kenjaku with the control he has over his arm

Kenjaku: is amused because no one has ever tried to fight back from beyond the grave before, concludes that the soul is part of the body, and the body is part of the soul

So much language involving souls and their significance. Satoru’s soul recognized the absence of Suguru’s, yet somehow believed he was still there enough to call out to him, and Suguru’s soul answered in spite of all logic.

I really hope things work out differently in the manga so that we can get a fitting culmination to the way things were built up here, Suguru couldn’t have just come back for a split second for nothing. I’m holding out hope.

History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.

— Anne Boyer, from "No," published on the Poetry Foundation blog

don’t be scared to ask that person out. the worst they could do is say ‘no’ and then begin attacking you with their bare hands, ripping the skin off your face and tearing out chunks off flesh from your arms and disemboweling you