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Since he doesn’t like sweet things, Itachi made him a cake out of rice and tomatoes 🍅💚💙❤️
Maybe in doing so, he almost burned down the kitchen if Shisui hadn’t noticed and put out the fire but shhhhhhhhh
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shoutout tiktok for restricting this within 90 seconds of upload. because god forbid someone under 18 watches kenobi disappear into thin air, so violent! think of the children!
over it.
cus who didn't turn when his wife died? and didnt kill her
oh right!
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I stare at my one note page for my mha fic longingly, I turn to the gods of hyperfixation and plead and pray for aid in finishing this one chapter. It has been sitting in this page, 80% finished, only the ending to go for over a year now. It has been edited and rewritten to perfection, but the ending fizzles out and dies before I can write it.
“Just do it,” I tell myself, “just sit yourself down and write something, anything, it can’t hurt.”
So I do, for several days, often for hours at a time, skipping meals and procrastinating going to the bathroom until my bowels are fit to burst, getting lost in my fixation to write and finish what I started. There are people who have been waiting patiently, people an update might mean the world to who are counting on me.
After a few months of this, scattered across what few days I could spare I sit back and take in what I’ve done.
“You did it,” my beta reader says, joy picking up an edge in their voice, “you finally did it,”
“Yes,” I say, “I have planned out 3 seperate au’s for 2 different horror podcasts I listen to, made a playlist for one of them, and written 1,000 words each on two seperate voltron whump fics!”
There’s a moment I take in what I say…
Then my forehead meets the table Infront of my laptop, and I curse out the gods that be.