sometimes you want hurt/comfort fic for that good secondhand warmth of pain being tended to with love and sometimes honestly you just want to hit your favorite character with a car and then request a sequel where that car gets thrown in reverse
me, pointing at a particularly choice character: hurt them. make their friends watch helpless and forced to pretend they don’t care
God and his angels: why
me, lounging in bed monching on a popsicle as the author describes a character undergoing trauma that we just don’t have the word count to adequately heal: the theory of catharsis and also I love them. stab them a twelfth time, please
i hate how reward systems never work for me like i can’t just say “if i finish this assignment i can have a cookie” bc my brain is like “…..or u could just have one right now” and i can’t argue with that logic
Self-imposed deadlines don’t work either because I know the guy who set them and he’s full of shit
where’s my grandparent who will peacefully die of old age and give me a note only to open when i need it, revealing that they have gifted me their old farm that i can use to escape to if i ever need a reprieve from capitalist corporate life, in an idyllic town with lovely villagers and also a wizard
i'll apple your turnover 