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Logically I know that in canon Jon does in fact have an office chair (don't ask me how I have singled out this piece of information). However, in canon almost all of my babies are dead so I will continue to add my head canon that Jon hates office chairs (wheels on chairs! they encourage unsafe behavior in a workplace environment!) to every single Jon featuring fic I write til the day I die.

It's normally as a warmup for writing my book or as a gift for a friend but I love it.

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

i just have to post these here bc i think about this DAILY

im trying to learn guitar as my, like.. 10th insturment and it is taking LONGER THAN I WOULD LIKE. can someone please explain to me how to switch chords so fast my fingers dont do that.

it’s 2025 im done arguing if you hate annabeth chase im straight up killing you

Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

personal space?

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doorkeay truthers this is my formal application plz let me in

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point