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thoughtsforsoob · 1 day

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could i request a soobin with enemies to lovers prompt? 🥹 i think i have an obsession with this trope atm

a/n: hello anon! i hope you enjoy this. i wasn't sure how i was going to write this but i made it happen! i love the enemies to lovers trope but i cannot write it for my life. please enjoy this! i hope it lives up to expectations.

you and soobin were total opposites. he was this cool guys with a close knit friend group and lot’s of popularity. he had a set group of people that would eat lunch with him everyday. he was really smart too. he constantly made student of the month and was on track to secure the valedictorian spot for your graduation class.

you on the other hand…you had only two friends you hung out with everyday and you lacked the popularity he had. you loved your friends group so it’s not like you were complaining or anything. you were also very smart. you were good at pretty much everything you teachers put in front of you. art, english, math, history. anything.

this is where your story starts. you and soobin usually did not cross paths at all and if you did…it was because he was insulting your intelligence and lack of friends. he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings so deeply but little did he know, you would go home and cry into your pillow because of his hurtful words. he would put you down by both only questioning your intelligence but even your looks. saying things along the lines of, “well, we can’t all be good looking and smart”. When he’d run into you in the hall ways during passing period, he would humiliate you by screaming and then saying, “oh wait, it’s just you. i swear i just saw something straight out of a horror movie.” you would go home and curse him. how could he be so handsome and so mean at the same time? it’s not fair!

you two were made to cross paths on this occasion because you were both called into the principals office. the principal organized this meeting to let you know you both were tied for the spot of valedictorian and that you both would have to share the honor if nothing changed with your grades. soobin took this as a threat and you, were just fine with it. he started going on about how it’s not fair that he had to share such a high honor with a girl. when you left the principals office, he let you know his intentions to raise his grades to beat you. when you just shrugged him off, he grabbed your wrist. you glared at him. “let me go! i’ll tell someone!” he sighed and rolled his eyes, “as if anyone would actually care.” he looks you up and down, “just back down. you’re too stupid to even formulate a speech to accept this award. why do you even want it so bad?”

you pull your wrist back, “it’s none of your damn business! leave me alone. I'm not backing down and I'm not going to no matter what you say.” you turn and walk away, back to the class you had left for the meeting. he watches you walk away with a smirk. he was thinking of ways to get you to back down as he walked back to class.

after school and clubs, he went to look for you. he was going to tell you again to back off when he noticed something strange. he was walking into the gym since he knew you’d be come with volleyball (let’s just say you play) but the gym was really quiet. among the quiet, he heard a small voice, begging the word ‘stop’ over and over. he finally recognized this voice as yours. as much as he pretended to hate you, he couldn't help but go over there and asses the situation.

you were being back into a corner by a sophomore in your club. his name was Jake. he was much taller than you and much bigger. he’d been asking you on a date at every single club meeting for a whole month. Since he always made you feel uncomfortable and unsafe, you would always decline. he kept asking and asking until he finally got fed up and decided he was going to make you say yes. he decided to do this by backing you into a corner of the gym once everyone was gone after practice. you always stayed behind alone to clean up since your friends had to run off to their part time jobs after club. he decided today was the day and he started to back you into the corner.

soobin hesitates but decided the right thing to do was to intervene. he walks up behind Jake and when you see him, you gasp. Jake was looking at you with a raised eye brow and suddenly feels a big hand grab his should and pull him back. “hey, Jake. what are you doing?” soobin puts on a fake smile and pat’s the younger boy’s shoulder. Jake rolls his eyes, “I'm asking her on a date and she’s not saying yes! can you believe this? who wouldn’t wanna date me?” Soobin finally stops smiling and does what he came there to do. he pushed Jake back and the younger boy stumbled, falling onto his butt. "you leave her alone. you hear me? i thought you know better than you harass girls who want nothing to do with you?” soobin grabs your hand and looks at you, “come on. let’s get any from this loser. he’s got a lesson to learn later on. i’ll be back for you.” soobin threatens. you follow soobin as he gently pulls your arm to lead you outside safely. he refuses to let go of you hand when asking if you were okay. "did he touch you? I'm sorry he did that to you.” he groan and pull your hand back.

“why do you care? you always talk shit to me. why did you even step in? you could definitely not care less about me.” you look down at the floor, kicking dirt around. you felt back for talking to him that way after he saved you but you couldn’t help it. why did he do this? he looks at you, “i wasn’t going to let him hurt you. no one deserves to be harassed by anyone. not even you.” you look up at him with softer eyes. you notice how he got shy when you looked in his eyes. you smile at him for the first time ever. "thank you. thank you for saving me from him.” he take his hands and look at him again. "are you shy?” you laugh when his face and ears to red. his body betrayed him. "hey, this is no fair, you’re touching me. how am i supposed to react when he pretty girl touches me?”

you gasp, “pretty? now you’re just messing with me. don’t do that.” your smile turns into a frown and soobin panics. “hey! hey! I'm not kidding. I'm serious. i really do think you’re pretty. im sorry for all those times i said other wise. I'm sorry I've been such an ass hole to you. i’ve treated you like absolute shit for no reason. you’re too pretty to be treated like crap.” he panics when you start to tear up but he wipes your tears away. he goes as far as to pull you into his chest and hug you. you melt into him and hide your face in his chest. he let’s you cry for a while.

finally, you look up at him with puffy, red eyes. “so…what now? am i gonna have to go home and cry into my pillow because you’re going to tell me you don’t like me the way i think you do?” he smiled at you and wiped your face again. “i don’t think so. i like you a lot. how about i go in there and help you finish cleaning and then i can walk you home? we can stop for some boba tea? my treat for being such an asshole.” you smile at him and hug him again. "sure. but…only if you’ll be my boyfriend.” he turns red once again and whines, “Hey! what’s with your love of flustering me?” you frown, “is that a no?” he shakes his head, “you’re already got me wrapped around your cute fingers, you know?” you smile at him and you both hug. he places a sweet kiss on your cheek and you turn red.

#txt imagines #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt texts #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #soobin txt #tomorrow x together #choi soobin

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suhjihanma · 2 days

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Burn with you.

Pairing: College!AU Gojo Satoru / Female Reader Content Warning: Use of marijuana, slight mentions use of unscripted drugs, pussy eating, altered-state of reader, characters under the influence, drug intoxication, light OOC moments, light dubious content, mentions of drug sneaking, name-calling. Author's Note: Happy 4/20 to everyone (I'm almost open to 4/20 thirsts in my inbox). I'm high right now, and I literally done this writing piece while blasted so, apologies if some sentences have grammar mistakes. I know this is not the best but, I hope you guys like it. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. Minors, age-less blogs do not interact. Thank you.

The drowning of your senses could feed on your ignorance. A body heightened in a relaxed state would be the least of your worries, then again sometimes those worries get the best of you.

The beams of the sunset had plastered around the living room as an exhale left your slightly quivering lips. Droplets of perspired sweat rolled down your temples as you squirmed away from a familiar force. This was the same force that had relentlessly taken over every orgasm in your body. The whispering pleas fall on deaf ears as you forcefully grip his hair, urging the man to break away from the minuscule stream that overflows underneath your shaking thighs.

You wanted him to stop. Rather, you would like to share a bowl with him and discuss the endless matters of the world, yet this man wanted to pique his interest in something else. A familiar taste known for the male palate. Secretions made up of lust, along with other emotions that formed you, drove a man like Satoru towards the point of insanity. Losing the sense of oneself while lost between a woman’s thighs was more than enough to make Satoru slowly grunt in frustration, making a gurgled cry come from your moaning lips.

Damn him, to use his vocal sounds for an advantage. College-aged men like Satoru were known to use cunning motives in making women fall to their knees. Even more so when offering weed to this simple, yet complex equation. Nothing was wrong with using a harmless drug in leisure, yet woman’s intuition made its presence known, scolding your impulses of horniness, damning you by releasing soft banters as another orgasm cruises towards its peak.

Fuck, his tongue felt like absolute heaven.

“Does smoking weed make you get more wet?” Satoru grunted out a question before the tip of his tongue traced along the outside of your puffed clitoris. “Maybe I should sneak some droplets in between.” Satoru laughed at himself before swiping his tongue around the dampened entrance.

“Just kidding.”

The rough hands that were once mysteriously restraining your soft arms now found themselves caressing thighs covered in sweat. The roughness of his hands sent you almost to the edge as you begged him not to tease you, out of mercy with wanting the release that ached deep within your core.

“I asked you a question, so I want you to make out an answer.” His front teeth slightly traced again over the sensitive organ as you cried out in frustration. For what reason the frustration came out, a mind doped in euphoria couldn’t comprehend.

“Are you that stupid, or too high?”

You tried to voice out an answer out of anger until Satoru talked over your pleading. “Then again, with how many times you hit the blunt earlier, I might not expect you to make a full sentence.” An airy laugh came from his chest as he caressed your thighs, feeling the thickness that were grasped inside the palm of his hands. Another whimper of annoyance escaped agape lips as you looked over Satoru with furrowed eyebrows. Eyes glistening with the decorations of snow now pierced your soul, a shade of a familiar pink danced carefully around both eyes of sclera. His attention with you never went away. The fixation of drowning deep in your pussy while elevated on drugs merely became a fantasy shifted towards reality. Thoughts and sounds didn’t make any sense, but the suckling, wet sounds grew to sound more appeasing.

Every nerve in your body was singing for bliss, yet they became overwhelmed with Satoru’s endless rambling, continuing his lapping across salted lips.

“Then again, your pussy always tastes better high.”

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youandiwerealive · 3 days

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Promise me you won’t regret me [jg]

Author’s note: thank you to the anon who requested this! It was nice to write for Joško for the first time 🥰 hope you enjoy this! Mwah

Warnings: there are mentions of an abusive relationship and violence in this one ‼️

wc: 2066 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

The entire game has been a pain to watch. With Real Madrid scoring in the first 12 minutes of the game and City going into half-time losing, your heart just kept racing, anxiously beating in your chest. You knew this game was important. Or course it was! They boys wanted to play the Campions League final so badly, they wanted to defend their title, and they had to defeat Real Madrid once again.

You had your faith, believing they could do it. They did it once, right? This time wouldn’t be any different.

You knew Joško was anxious for the match, he couldn’t stop telling you how badly he wanted to win, how important it was. So, it didn’t surprised you that they went into half-time a little down. But, this is City. The game would definitely take a turn.

And it seemed like everything was getting better when Kevin scored in the 76th minute. Maybe, now the wind was going to blow to your boyfriend’s team side.

You could feel the anxiety building up in the stadium. Everyone was waiting for City to do what City usually does, and eliminate Real Madrid from the Champions League.

But it didn’t happen. Bernardo failed his penalty, and it was over for City. You let your head down, obviously devastated for the boys.

You go back to your car and wait for your boyfriend to meet you there so you two can go home and forget about this terrible loss. You can’t imagine how Joško must be feeling now. He, for sure, must be sad, disappointed and devastated. It’s your turn to take care of him, reassure him, shush all the infinite doubts that must be hovering in his mind right now.

20 minutes later, Joško gets in the car, throwing his backpack in the back seat harshly. His face expresses pure anger now, and you look at him, not quite knowing what to say, so you decide to take his hand into yours, caressing his fingers gently.

He just takes his hand away from your touch aggressively, without even looking at you. You flinch at the way his arm move harshly to get away from you. So you just take the hint and decide to give him some space, not daring to speak or move anymore through the entire ride home.

When you two arrive at your place, you quietly get out of the car, while Joško kept slamming his car door, the front door of your house… an untypical behaviour coming from him. You feel yourself slightly shaking, not knowing what to do to make him stop acting so aggressively. But, he’s mad at the game, not at you. Right? Maybe he just needs to vent for a bit. Right? Maybe you could help… and that’s what you’re thinking when you decide to meet him in your shared bedroom.

Joško is lying down, just staring at the ceiling with no reaction. You sit beside him and it’s like he doesn’t even acknowledges that you’re by his side.

“Baby…” - you call him. He finally looks at you, for what it seems like the first time tonight.

“Do you want to talk it out?” - you softly ask him.

He laughs ironically. “Talk it out? Do you think that is going to help? Talking about shit won’t take back the fact that we got fucking eliminated from the Champions League” - he says in an angry tone.

“I know, but I think it might help-“ - he cuts you off with a loud sigh.

“You know what, Y/N? I don’t care about what you think right now. I really don’t give a shit and the last thing I want right now is you by my side, nagging me about stupid shit that you consider to be better or whatever!” - he screams at you, making you flinch and distance yourself from where he stands, not on the bed anymore, since he got up due to his impatient behaviour.

You walk to the door, feeling that it might be better to give him even more space so he can cool down.

“Yeah, go ahead and leave. I want you far away from me right now” - he says and you can’t help but look at him with a surprised and hurt expression on your face.

“Did you not get the message? Leave me the fuck alone!” - he screams once again and slams the door once you got out of your shared bedroom.

For the first time since you’ve met Joško, you’re scared of him. His behaviour bringing you flashbacks of something in your past that you’d rather forget once and for all: your abusive ex. He was constantly aggressive towards you, bossing you around, treating you so poorly. Unfortunately, you always stayed by his side, despite all the times when he was awful to you. The last drop being the first and only time when he actually slapped you hard in the face. That day, you were out of his life forever, and you promised yourself that you would never have to deal with a men like that anymore.

It took you a while to recover from that relationship, to work on your self love and self esteem and to actually trust again in somebody.

When you met Joško through your brother Phil - introducing you two shortly after Joško joined Manchester City, something inside you immediately clicked. Getting to know him was an adventure that you decided to took on, feeling so safe around him. You never, even in your worst nightmares, would imagine that Joško could act like this towards you.

You can’t keep the tears from falling as you get out of the house and enter your car, driving to the safest place that you can think of right now: your brother’s arms.

Ringing the doorbell, Phil’s girlfriend, Rebecca, opens the door to the crying and shaky mess that you find yourself in.

She rushes you inside, worriedly asking you what happened, while she calls out for Phil.

When your brother sees you, he immediately runs to you, engulfing you in a bear hug - the one you needed to feel the most.

It took you a while, but you managed to calm yourself down and explain to them what happened. Phil’s face is scrunched up in anger, already threatening to teach Joško a lesson if he doesn’t learn how to properly treat you.

You know this is a topic that you should have addressed earlier in your relationship. You two have been dating for only a year, and you haven’t told him about your abusive ex yet. Maybe he would be more careful with his explosive reactions if he knew about it?

Your mind doesn’t stop thinking while you are supposed to be asleep. You are spending the night at your brother’s house, while deciding what you should do with your relationship. Instead of trying and get some sleep, you are fully awake - your mind reminding you of all the bad things that you’ve been through every time you decide to close your eyes for a bit. Around 6 am, your phone starts ringing with messages from your boyfriend.

“Where are you?” 6:02 am

“Are you mad at me?” 6:03 am

“Babe, please talk to me” 6:09 am

“I know I fucked up. But let me make it right” 6:23 am

“I don’t know if you’re still asleep but I also don’t know where you are or even if you are okay” 6:55 am

“Are you at Phil’s???” 7:12 am

“Please just answer me some thing so I can know that you’re okay. Tell me to fuck off if that’s how you’re feeling, I totally understand” 7:24 am

“I just needed to cool down for a bit but I never actually meant for you to leave” 7:49 am

The texts stop once you hear Phil’s phone ringing. You can’t understand what he’s saying but you assume that he told your boyfriend that you were with him.

Your clock now reads 8:12 am. You slept zero seconds tonight, but there’s no point in continuing to rot in bed, even if that’s the only thing that you feel like doing.

You get up and go downstairs to have breakfast with your brother, your sister-in-law and your nephews.

You manage to put something in your stomach even will all the anxiety that has been consuming your body since Joško yelled at you.

Your nephews are the only thing keeping your mind off that. They bring you joy and make you laugh as you are now playing with them.

The doorbell rings and Phil goes to open the door - you don’t pay much attention to that, not really expecting anybody to see you.

Your back is turned to the door while you are building a Lego with your nephew Ronnie.

Your body freezes once you hear Joško’s voice echoing through the living room. You slowly turn to look at his direction, he already looking at you with a sad, regretful and apologetic look on his face.

“Ronnie, let’s give auntie some time to talk to Joško, come on” - Phil says to his kid as he picks him up and they leave you two alone so you can finally talk about what happened.

You two sit on the sofa, not really knowing what to say. You stare at each other, taking in the other’s features. Joško looks tired, the dark bags under his eyes matching yours. His face is also a bit swollen - either from the lack of sleep or from the crying that he also let out.

He tries to reach for your hand, but you keep your body to yourself, not really opening up.

“Babe…” - he says, unsure of himself. You look at him but don’t say a word.

“Your brother told me on the phone that you had a rough past relationship. I’m sorry, I didn’t knew about it. And even if I did know, fuck, nothing would ever excuse the way I treated you” - he explains.

“It’s okay, I should’ve told you about it already. And I get that you were angry about the game-“ - he cuts you off.

“No, forget the game. It was stupid. You were trying to be there for me and I didn’t knew how to deal with my feelings” - you can tell he is blaming himself so hard for what he has done.

He notices you fiddling with your fingers, like you’re thinking about how to approach this conversation and he feels a hole in his chest.

“Please, forgive me, Y/N. You know me, you know I’m not an aggressive man, I’m incapable of doing something bad to you. I love you and this year that I’ve spent by your side has been the most bright and happiest year of my life. I want to continue discovering the world with you by my side. You’re my support, you’re the only person that can make me happy. And I feel like shit for making you feel so bad, for triggering you with my childish behaviour. I promise I can do better, I’ll learn how to deal with my emotions, I’ll be my best version for you. I just don’t want to feel like you’re regretting me, regretting our relationship” - he’s nervous, rambling at this point, with some tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You look into his eyes and you see the loving boy that you fell in love with. Love is complicated. All of us want to have the biggest smile, but when you love someone, you have to learn how to give in. You can’t smile wider than love. Both people need to give in for the sake of the relationship.

You hold his hand, caressing it now.

“I love you, J. I could never regret you, us” - you assure him.

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole. I’ll never do anything like that again-“ - you shut him up, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Let’s go home” - you say to him with a smile.

And so you did. Holding hands with your boyfriend, letting go of your past. You two can’t really smile wider than your relationship, you two are one. You are home, love, adventure. And you could never regret that.

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sagasolejma · 3 days

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HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY MALE-FAILED TODAY AND GOT GENDERED CORRECTLY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I WAS LITERALLY CRYING OUT OF HAPPINESS

I SOMEHOW MALE-FAILED WHILE WEARING CARGO PANTS, A JACKET, A TERRIBLE MASCULINE HAIRCUT AND MASCULINE GLASSES. I'M STILL NOT EVEN SURE I BELIEVE IT REALLY HAPPENED, IT HAPPENED SEVEN HOURS AGO AND I STILL HAVE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH, ITS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER BEEN GENDERED CORRECTLY IN MY LIFE.

So yeah I had to return some pants that didn't fit me to a clothing store, and the cashier apparently had some trouble with it so she had to call up two of her co-workers. Now the first cashier probably thought I was male since I spoke to her (I haven't voice trained a lot and even then I just use my natal male voice as I was sure I didn't pass) but when the two other workers came to help I didn't say anything. Suddenly they began to talk and started saying stuff like "does she still have the receipt?" and "did she want to buy these clothes? Ohhhh she wanted to return them"

(for context we don't use sir or ma'am in Denmark so the only way to tell what gender people think you are is if you overhear them talking about you, which basically never happens, so I always assume everyone genders me male, but I guess now I'm not so sure haha)

They said stuff along those lines multiple times always gendering me female, I was glancing back at my friend who was behind me like "HOLY SHIT DID YOU ALSO HEAR THAT??!!?!!" and like honestly I don't think I've ever been as happy in my life as a I was in that moment. I didn't have a lot of doubts about my gender, but the ones I have got obligated cause holy shit it just felt so *right.* It felt so natural. Like this is how I am meant to be referred to. It felt like, for the first time in my life, someone was actually seeing *me.*

It also couldn't have happened at a better time honestly... Just two days ago I was crying my eyes out because I thought I would never, ever be recognised as a woman. Recently my dysphoria and outlook on my future has been extremely bad. I got diagnosed with crippling body dysmorphic disorder a few days ago too. There's been moments where I even thought about giving up on being trans, because I felt like no matter what I did, I probably would never be able to lead the life I want to live. People, both on Reddit and irl, have been telling me for a while now that I look more feminine than I believe myself, but I've always excused it by telling myself they're just being nice to not hurt me, but I guess I can't really excuse or explain what happened today in any other way. Obviously my first thought was that it was just because of the hair, but I don't even have a feminine haircut at all. Silly brain.

Anyways, I'm genuinely sorry if this sounds like a bragpost, I guess I just really wanted to share this. It's such a stupid little thing, but it has just completely changed my outlook on my life and my possibilities. Up until now I haven't even *tried* presenting fem outside of some pics I've posted on Reddit, since I thought it would be foolish to even do so, and I thought I wouldn't be even close to passing anyways even if I did, but if someone can gender me female while I'm presenting completely masculine, then surely there's gotta be some hope for me in the future once I come out and start presenting fem, right? I want to hope so at least.

Thank you for reading this, I love you all <3

-Saga

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pa-pa-plasma · 2 years

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bro you are on the FANDOM WEBSITE why are you NOT supporting your fandom creators????? do you WANT us to stop??? do you want there to be no more art & fic?? because that’s what happens when you don’t reblog our stuff. this isn’t a threat, this is a reality. if there is no one here wanting to see our stuff we won’t post it. I’m not trying to guilt trip here, none of us are, we’re literally just saying that if there is no motivation to spend 10+ hours making fanart or 5 years writing a multichapter fic for free then we won’t fucking do it

^this shit? ridiculous. I LOVE EVERYONE WHO REBLOGGED & INTERACTED WITH MY ART! I LOVE EVERYONE WHO ASKED QUESTIONS & COMMENTED!! but so many of these people just liked it & left. this has been getting worse over the years, too. the reblogs to likes ratio has been getting crazier. I create because I love it, but if I have no reason to post, I won’t. fandoms dry up because of this. creators quit because of this.

we just need to stop acting like this is instagram, or that anyone cares what your blog looks like. people don’t see your likes, they see your reblogs. you want that favourite content creator to post more art? you want that writer to post the next chapter of your fav fic?? reblog it. share it. show them you care, because otherwise they won’t. this is a hobby we do for free. you consume our stuff for free. you aren’t entitled to it, so please just reblog, it isn’t hard.

#we aren't asking for money we're asking for you to hit a button #stop being a little bitch #this is tumblr. no one gives a shit about your ''aesthetic'' or whatever #no one even looks at who reblogs what on here #i'm sick of seeing people not sharing works out of spite & acting like wanting attention for our labour is bad #I SPEND 15 HOURS DRAWING YOU BETTER FUCKING REBLOG IT. I'M POSTING IT SO I CAN FEEL BETTER #AFTER SPENDING 15 HOURS HUNCHED IN A SHITTY CHAIR WITH MY WRIST ALL FUCKED UP & MY LAPTOP TRYING TO KILL ITSELF & ME #im not asking to be PAID im asking for you to share artist's & writers' works. we are 99% of the fandom's content #you want more content? fucking motivate us to make it. you are getting it for free. stop being an asshole & fucking reblog it #i'm so fucking tired of people with their cold ass takes #if i EVER like anyone's art & don't reblog it THAT WAS A MISTAKE. I MEANT TO REBLOG BUT TUMBLR GLITCHED OR I RAN OUT OF REBLOGS #i KNOW how hard it is to spend hours days YEARS on something & for no one to care #i am literally just asking for everyone to have some sympathy #like imagine if your employer started complaining about how selfish it is you work for free? that's this #you'd quit that job #YOU CAN'T COME TO THE FANDOM WEBSITE & COMPLAIN THAT FANDOM CREATORS WANT ATTENTION FOR THEIR WORK #EVERYONE WANTS ATTENTION YOU STUPID MANTHING IT CAME FREE WITH YOUR FUCKING HUMAN BRAIN

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