I Keep Telling Myself I Can’t Handle Longer Projects But In The Last Four Days I Wrote 23,377 Words

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MENTALLY I AM HERE

I actually like it when ships hurt each other in long lasting and unforgiveable ways. I like it when they leave vicious, glaring scars. I like when they leave traumas. I like when they stab each other and torture each other and ruin each other’s lives and violate every inch of each other’s values. and I like it when they fucking kill each other permanently dead. 

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The amount of effort ficwriter does in order to write a fic. "nah the story doesn't need to be that accurate it's just a fic I'm not getting any money out of it" and then as they keep writing and posting their browse history is something like "moon calendar in 1981"

The Weight of The World

Summary:

You are special. You’ve always known this, it’s always been a fact. The first time you found that out you were six. You discovered during a grueling night at home that you could sense the present, past, or future physical and emotional states of other people. You are clairsentient. Yearning to use your power to its full potential, you become a doctor. You haven’t always had it easy and you seem to get a lot more on your plate when Tony Stark bursts through the ER doors late one night with his best friend on a stretcher behind him. Did you know that one man could suffer so greatly?

Chapters:

Prologue (coming soon)

Extra Scenes:

Inspired Works:

writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

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I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

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If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

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