me: *finally gets settled into bed*
my bladder:
*re-reads my own story*: Damn this is some good shit
*gets to the part where I stopped writing*: WTF WHERE’S THE REST OF IT HOW DO I GET MORE
Brain: You’re the author, if you want more you have to write it
Me: *flips tables*
you know how much pressure there is on girls to be good at every video game they play, because if they fuck up once there’s going to be a heck of a lot of people saying how girls suck and how they shouldn’t play video games
Current Doctor Who is like an ex-boyfriend I used to have a great time with and am still kind of into but lately he keeps being an asshole so it’s awkward every time I see him
I like being sent legit anon asks it’s like being interviewed by a fan
when you’re worried a member of your OTP might die
me in the evening: oh, staying up late isn’t bad, I’ll manage tomorrow
me in the morning: AM I A FUCKING IDIOT
Things fanfiction authors do
*posts chapter*
*checks page to make sure chapter hasn’t transformed into 100% typos*
*refreshes to check for reviews*
*refreshes again*
*resolves to go to bed and not check until morning*
*goes to bed, turns on phone, checks for reviews*
Clearly, someone’s been spying on me.
This. THIS.
I hate when I misplace my glasses because then I’m forced to walk around looking like I’m suspicious of everything in the room
whattabout you, cabinet? huh, you sketchy piece of shit? did you take ‘em?