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through autism and necromancy everything is possible

#sometimes I wonder if this also applies to Fullmetal alchemist #I feel it should

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If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

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hey I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of that sentence my brain decided to flush its cache and I totally forgot what this conversation was

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the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

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sorry, im busy tonight, i downloaded a pdf...

#this just reminded me of my 106 pages long college documents #sigh sigh

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One of the hard parts about being a writer with a vivid imagination is that there are So Many Ideas, and they fall into so many categories, such as

Fics I want to write

Fics I want to read

There is just One Scene and I could write it but it would be waaaay more cool if I had all the build up to the scene but unfortunately. I can only figure out the Scene

I keep changing my mind. Where am I going with this

This has been done a million times before. But. Hear me out

I will 100% Never Write This. This is just my Emotional Support Idea no one can ever know about bc it makes sense only to me

Would be better as a comic...

This will be my magnum opus if I can just get my 50 pages of ideas into a coherent narrative

All I have are vibes

And, of course

WIP I started and haven't updated in 2 years and oh god its beEN TWO YEARS???

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i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

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#watching this in the context of the newest chapter gave me whiplash ngl #why are you asking for confirmation Kagi? #is it about praise or is it about guilt? #hirano to kagiura #hirakagi #kagihira

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scaredy cat

it was an old occurrence, an ambiguous warmth, he couldn't bring himself to call it a curse, but it wasn't a prayer either, perhaps it was a reminder, a reminder that hirano taiga was never exactly alone, it would often occur to him on nights when he felt how his smile was perhaps not exactly warm, the dream remained memorized to him, he argued that he could recite it like a poem, it was simply apologetic, sometimes he wondered whether his mother could see them as well, his mother would always wear the same green sweater she wore the first time the dream occurred to him, he would see himself as a 4 year old near the nami yoke shrine, and the dream would always end with his mother saying how it was alright and how every son was not meant to be a son and how every woman was not meant to be a mother, and how they do not need to apologize here, at least in this dream, it was not a reminder but the only place where both him and his mother were free.

the snow is piling up and hirano didn't hate being interrupted to stop smoking just to be kissed on his lips, it was rather apocalyptic when it happened for the first time, it had made him accept the fact that kagiura was actually a dog, he was always able to find him in the most absurd ways possible, the absurdity was the way he would weep in triumph when he was able to do so, if hirano was not a compulsive liar he would truthfully be scared of him.

hirano was neither an advocate nor a critic of smoking, though there was a time when he religiously volunteered in an anti-smoking campaign in his first year of middle school but by the end of his first semester in high school a pack of cigarettes were enough to replace any utopia he had ever dreamed of, though he was extremely responsible when it had come to playing an adult, he had tried to scare kagiura off, saying how cigarettes had nicotine, ammonia and even arsenic, and how these chemicals were scary, and how he could possibly die, and how he should not possibly die, by the little time they had spent together kagiura had gotten better at ignoring and shrugging hirano off, he just said something along the lines of how hirano possibly had hypochondria and how he should let him smoke with him, hirano was glad, after all the roof top was cold and he was perhaps a little lonely, kagiura had brought him a lot of things, loneliness was surely one of them.

on times like these, when hirano could possibly feel kagiura the closest to him, he would get greedy, all he wanted to do was to cut open kagiura and reside inside of him, the roof top was cold, the dorms were unfamiliar and being at the house his mother lived at brought nothing but shame to him and the blonde in his hair, the piercings on his ears and the eyes that weren't gentle, being next to his mother meant keeping her pride on his fingertips, after all his mother had mentioned a bazillion times how he should smile more, how he should not look scary and the snow was piling up and hirano never looked warm.

"kagi-kun, have you heard about metastasis?", he could feel kagiura's fingertips behind his ears, "what is it?", "it is terrifying, it means that cancer has spread to a different part of your body part than where it started," , "tell me more about it," , "it worsens with time, ultimately reaching the bloodstream," , his ears were long forgotten, kagiura loved playing this game, where he watched hirano break piece by piece, "isn't that romantic, hirano-san?" , "what is?", "metastasis,", "you are scary kagi-kun," , and now they were kissing, again, and hirano was scared yet again, all he ever wanted to be was a metastatic cancer residing inside kagiura's bloodstream.

note: the biology lessons are obviously making me go crazy but jesus personally told me that hirano has a mother complex, well bye for now.

#you know when you reas such a powerful text that you simply have to ... lay there trying to process it? #me rn #I'm specially weak to anything Hirano focused since I heavily relate to him #realistically we share about... a good 85-90% of our personalities #so this... this broke me in unexpected ways #it's something to see people writing your favorite character in beautiful ways #But It's something even greater when people write honest renditions of characters you relate to #something something seeing them being dissected and analyzed really got one questioning everything #“If Hirano was not a compulsive liar he would truthfully be scared of him” #damn #that definitely didn't hurt #hirano to kagiura #kagihira #hirakagi

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Edit Note: I'm really amazed by how much love this post got. Guess it just shows we're all in the same boat. Never give up writing! ❤️

Edit Note 2: I can't believe this has reached 3000 notes. Been on tumblr for almost ten years (different account) and nothing like this has ever happened before. Thank you! 😊

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Gonna start adding this at the end of all my posts when it's funny

#this is so giving Miya

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Me while reading fics: how people manage to write tension is something I do not understand. They have me, chillest guy on earth in the edge of my seat, all stressed out.

And then I remembered I'm actually the most anxious person you've ever met. So it actually makes lots of sense that I'm weak to tension but that doesn't mean that I've stopped admiring authors who do it right.

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Love you much fic that I found half an hour ago where Hirano is a journalist. Who would have thought that Hirano and Miya discussing ways to tackle an interview was all I needed in my life.

#- Sincerely a journalism major

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Someone just liked an old post of mine that has lots of likes but no reblogs and it felt ao eerily similar to those fics that get kudos but no comments...

Why are people gatekeeping their thoughts fro me? 😭

#I swear this is a sort of curse #Jesus is this happening because when I was an angsty teen I never said my thoughts??? #is this the way I'm paying for my sins? #no but fr #the reblogs ig #guess people don't have silly comment to add and the post wasn't cool enough to get on their blog #the fic thing tho... #I've been wondering if it's because my writing is (to put it simply) too plain #like crackers you know? #they are a good snack #you can eat them to avoid dying of hunger #but they are no one's favorite and they aren't life changing #I guess that's how my fics are like #I also guess that I want for my writer to become something memorable... #something you can at least get some quirky quotes from

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[Image ID: a black and white typography edit that reads "the homosexual and the transsexual must always seek to liberate the other for they fight the same fight." in black boxes. in the center of the image is a cat affectionately rubbing it's face against a large fluffy dog that is laying down. the entire image is textured to look aged and photocopied. /End ID]

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