That Moment In Editing

Ginza - Tokyo, Japan

no time spent writing fanfic is ever wasted

How do you know if, perhaps, your story is starting to take over?

... 4 browsers with 33 tabs each. ('nuff said)

Heyaa.. As you mentioned previously.. may I ask why you don't like iwaoi as a ship that much? I really wanna know cuzz I feel that would really help me story<3~

Oh! Well goodness. It's more of a preference thing? Personally I just don't see them in that constellation, but I also love how other people depict/ describe them in a relationship!

When I say I don't like it it's more of a: I don't go out looking for it, but if I happen across a piece and it's well written, maybe I'll read it and maybe I'll even like it (has happened and likely might happen again).

Personally, when I see Oikawa, I see someone terribly focused and determined, and also someone who grows so much (this is, imo, shown better in the manga than the anime). But I don't relate to him that much (except for playing volleyball with a dang knee injury, been there, done that) on a personal level and, to me, rarepairs and polycules are a much more interesting fare to read and write.

You probably wanted a short answer, sorry for the rant, but also: in terms of helping your story-- as someone who writes themselves just... don't focus too much on what other people think of your ship/idea/story? Write it. Be glad you can write it. Revise it. Again and again and again if necessary- just enough that you've felt the ache of writing and come out satisfied with the piece you've made- and don't mind what others say.

If you take away anything for your story I hope it'd be that.

It's Cat Day! ≽^•⩊•^≼✿♡♡

22 February or 22/2 is Cat Day in Japan because it can be read as ni ni ni (the Japanese word for 2) and that resembles nyan nyan nyan and that’s the sound of a (Japanese) mewing cat.

It also happens to be Ninja Day, because ni ni ni.

To celebrate both, I recommend Neko Zamurai. (It has English subtitles.)

Five cats

116 pages of shit-all-first-draft done fuck yeah.

letter to theo by vincent van gogh

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His phone vibrates off the ledge and drops on his nose with tear-jerking insistence.

Fucker.

Satori rolls over with the grace of a half-dead street rat before he sits up, feet touching the clean, cold concrete of his apartment. Tenderly he rubs at his face, fingers prodding as he inhales deeply through his sore nose.