Everytime ao3 is down I'm reminded of two things:
One is that humans have and always will love telling stories, and they will continue to do so even if there is no benefit to telling these stories, but simply because we love creating things
The other is that a concerning amount of people use fanfiction as a form of escapism and we should probably look into that
he always assumes the worst
His scarred hands grip the crayon so hard Mikey worries it’ll snap as it shakes weakly in his fist. The pencil falls to the paper with a sharp smack, and his tears swiftly follow it. It’s been weeks of this rinse and repeat, just shaken garbage filling the pages he used to love so dearly. He tries not to let it get to him, to put a smile on his face, but it hurts.
Just some good old-fashioned Mikey hurt/comfort :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41993160
comm for a friend :] <3
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people who leave nice comments on writing and art saying this is what stuck out to me this is what i saw and what i love and this is how your work changed me and people who say i love your word choice your style that one little brushstroke your message people who say i love what you make i cant wait to see more people who say hey this art reminded me of you or hey i made this because of/inspired by you people who say hey im really excited to share this thing i made with you people who say your feedback made me so proud and so motivated. i love you
hug it out
Was goodness abandoning your friends as they struggled to breathe in hospital beds while you stood beside your enemies? While your thumb caresses the back of her soft hands to comfort her, for her tears are the one thing you cannot endure?
Or
Himiko Toga lives, and Uraraka struggles with the concept of heroism.
Chapter two is out!
Chapter one of my slow burn spideypool fic!
The man he’s holding by the shirt slumps to the ground as his grip unfolds. His knuckles ache, but his heart still itches for another fight.
Sensing his intentions, Wade clears his throat. “Not here for a fight! Though I’d totally love to see you kick my ass, several times, with your hand-“
“Shut up.”
“Yep! Lips are sealed.” He mimes the motion of zipping up his mouth, then shudders as if the very thought would drive him mad.
“What do you want with me?”
silly people!!! (& close ups)
moon child