Ugh, was having a great time mocking my recently imprisoned rival when I noticed the camera positioning makes it so that I appear behind the bars, thus framing me as trapped in a metaphorical prison of the narrative, now my whole day is ruined. Fuck.
The bell at the entrance of the store rings, announcing the arrival of a new customer, and the grade four curse squeals before it’s gone, smothered by the overwhelming cursed energy that floods over the threshold.
Suguru stands very still, like that’ll do anything to make him invisible and stop the weight of six eyes from settling on his back. He knocks another box of Oreos into his basket just to do something with his hands, and isn’t surprised when a shudder runs down his spine. It’s been almost a decade since he felt those eyes, and though his soul will never forget the sensation of being seen in a way it never has before, his body still needs that second to adjust.
That second is all the time Satoru needs, appearing in the corner of his eye. “Suguru.”
“Satoru,” he smiles, forcing himself to turn his head and look. “It’s been so long.”
OR
Suguru runs into Satoru in a convenience store at three in the morning. Never mind that it's been almost a decade since they last saw each other.
When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
the improv impulse is so dangerous. one time a little kid asked me where the friend I was with went (she walked off to grab drinks for us) and, before I could think about why this was a bad idea, I pointed to the river and said "I drowned her" complete with a motion of pushing down someone's shoulders
lena secretly on stan twitter running a @/supergirlofficialupdates account but every single update is some variation of "day 273: girl of steel still has not railed me"