A Short Haikyuu-bu!! Inspired Comic

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

how i’m going to interact with the first reader of my novel when i finally get the chance to unload all of my ideas and theories.

fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’

“Go on and brag, senpai. We’ll be the kind of teammates you can brag about to your great-grandkids”

Atsu: Omi, am gonna let go fer a bit so I can go get ya some more water, is that okay?

Omi: No, Atsu… stay… 5 more minutes… please?…

Atsu: Okay Omi, okay. Am right here with ya, it’ll be okay.

(Omi yer bein so cute it’s killin me.)

no experience is truly individual

me keeping myself awake to keep writing because I’m in such a productive state but i can feel the tiredness coming but i haven’t written like this in days but my body aches but I’m getting so much done but i have work tomorrow but this is the best writing I’ve ever written but…

Reblog this if i can send a picture of my OC into your inbox and you tell me what vibes you get from them

How can I become a writer?

Write.

But I don't know where to start.

Write.

But I'm worried.

WRITE.

What if nobody likes it?

W R I T E

What if it's not very good?

Write. Write. WRITE. WRITE.

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a literal ball of sunshine