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TAURIA MY BELOVED!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN!!!!
In the spirit of the season (and giving out full size candy bars) you get a snippet from an idea that I have not talked about on Tumblr yet!! Everyone say thank you to Tauria and go read a bunch of her fics on Ao3 her stuff is so good!!
ANYWAYS this is a snippet of a DamiTim piece I've been working on in the vein of Now Kiss! It's probably going to be a oneshot with multiple little scenes, and it's an urban fantasy fic that's not a no capes!au. It's based off of this one super short tumblr post (that I cannot find ughhh) about magic in the modern era between a self-taught sorcerer and a classically trained one arguing about the ways that they do certain thins, and I saw it and was like "I have to hit that with my DamiTim beam rn" soooo more urban fantasy from Misha for you all!!
(stealing your formatting Tauria because this is too long to indent the whole snippet)
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“Why are you keeping the sample in here?” Damian asks, his voice losing just enough of its edge for Tim to answer him sincerely.
“It combusts at room temp. That’s how the fires are catching so fast and staying lit for so long. You know, B didn’t have to send you to come get it, I could’ve just—”
A small, glowing portal opens up at the next snap of Damian’s fingers, deep green sparks lining the image of the fridge in the Batcave on the other side.
Yeah, that.
Tim rolls his eyes as Damian’s eyes flicker over the contents of the fridge.
“It is unbelievable that you’ve made it this far in life without accidentally drinking your work,” Damian scoffs at the rows of bottles on the shelves.
“Hey, glass can shatter and plastic doesn’t! Besides, I’m recycling.”
“Is that what you call it?” Damian mutters as he pushes aside a gatorade bottle half full of a deep red, viscous liquid. “Which one?”
“The caps are labelled.”
After a few moments of watching Damian rifle through the bottles, Tim scoffs and pushes away from his desk.
When he gets to the fridge, he slides in front of Damian — which infuriatingly, reminds him of the inch of space between the top of his own head and the tip of Damian’s chin — and grabs the Power-C Vitaminwater bottle that has a few tablespoons of an orange, oily liquid pooling in the bottom.
He slips his hand through the portal and drops it on the shelf on the other side before pulling his hand out.
At least Damian’s spell doesn’t singe him at the fingertips the way his magic used to.
It’s still a near thing, though.
When Tim turns back around, he almost flinches at the realization that there’s only a few inches of space between his nose and Damian’s chest. He looks up at him — ugh, who let the demon brat get so tall? — and raises an eyebrow.
In the time it takes for Tim to let out his breath, Damian glances down at him. His eyes flash with something, pink rising to his cheeks again—
And then he’s stepping back, out of Tim’s space entirely, a scowl carving across his features as he looks around Tim’s study.
“You know—”
Great, here we go, Tim thinks.
“—there are cleaning spells you can employ to prevent your space from looking like this.”
“Again, Damian, just because I’m mostly self-taught doesn’t mean that I’m stupid.”
“I was not—” Damian scowls, his voice gruff, defensive and god, here we go for real, Tim thinks.
But Damian doesn’t continue. He breathes out slowly, his voice coming out softer when he finishes his thought.
“I apologize. I was not trying to insult your intelligence. I was merely suggesting that you may want to employ one of those spells before you trip over a stack of reference books or…” Damian kneels down to pick up a receipt off the ground. “Slip and crack your head open on something. Do you need this?”
The urge to snatch it from Damian’s hand rises up in him, but he pushes it down.
He apologized, after all.
“Yes.”
Damian raises an eyebrow at him before flipping the receipt over.
“Is that… a spell?”
Tim snatches the receipt from his hand.
“Yes. Not all of us have time to copy our spells into a book—”
“Why don’t you just spell your pens?”
Tim stops mid-step to frown at Damian, the receipt crinkling in his hand.
“Spell them how?”
Damian’s other eyebrow rises to join the first.
“With a mirroring rune? It will copy whatever you’re writing into your grimoire as you write it.”
Damn it. Fucking runes. There are just so many to keep track of, and Damian always seems to know them.
“Here. Where’s your ritual knife?” Damian asks, striding past Tim to his desk, looking around for a pen.
“I just use a batarang.”
“You what?”
“Yeah, anything sharp will do the trick.”
Tim pulls one out of a drawer and passes it to Damian, letting himself snicker at the displeased look on his face.
“You have the money. Buy a ritual knife, I am begging you,” Damian scoffs.
“I don’t need one — don’t argue with me about it, I’m begging you. The rune, come on.”
He watches Damian’s thick fingers curl around the pen as he carves the rune into the plastic with smooth, precise motions. He means to be following the lines of the rune, but his gaze catches on the scar on Damian’s knuckle, and before he knows it, Damian is handing the batarang back to Tim and muttering, “Grimoire?”
“Oh, uh…” Tim moves a few piles of papers around, looking for one of the dozens of notebooks lying around this place.
Okay, maybe Damian has a point.
He gives up searching manually and waves his hand through the air, waiting for a notebook to soar from somewhere random in the room.
Nothing happens.
Why is nothing happening?
Tim looks around, waves his hand again and with a little more sass, and then there’s a crashing noise as a pile of books collapses to the floor, his notebook responding to the summons and flying into his hand.
He flips it open to a blank page and ignores the heat on his cheeks and the look Damian’s giving him as he passes it over.
“Is it a time constraint preventing you from maintaining your space?”
Tim scoffs, paying attention to the lines of the rune this time instead of Damian’s fingers. “Yes, Damian, it is pretty clearly just another thing I don’t have time to do.”
“You could ask for help. I’m sure Jason would love to teach you some cleaning spells.”
“He’s banned from my study for that exact reason. I still haven’t figured out where he put everything last time. Does the direction you draw the rune in matter?”
“It’s a rune, Timothy. It always matters.”
“Fucking runes,” Tim mutters, rolling his eyes.
Damian laughs a little, and suddenly Tim realizes that this is the longest amount of time they’ve spent together when they weren’t in masks in…
Well. Since Tim moved out, probably.
They get along fine (comparatively) these days, but it’s not like they spend time together unless it’s for a case, and they haven’t worked a case together since… last year?
Which is probably why he’d forgotten how Damian’s laugh isn’t the same condescending noise he remembers from when he was a bratty little tween.
Or why the low, warm rumble of it catches him off guard, makes something in his stomach squeeze.
“Here,” Damian says, jotting down the directions for the rune on the same page. “I can’t help you with organizing it in the notebook, especially since you have more than one, but—”
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I just use summoning spells anyways.”
There’s a silence long enough for Tim to look up at Damian’s face.
Is his eye twitching?
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Inspiration Saturday Sunday!! I was tagged by @ladytauria 💚 thank you bestieeee 💖💖💖💖💖
Okay so uh. Sorry to my jaytim ppl but this is not gonna be jaytim???
In a WILD turn of events, I sat down to write my Jaytim reverse robins fic bc I was feeling inspired about it and I wrote the first chapter. And then by the time I got to the end of it I was like oh. Oh this is actually DamiTim. And then I just. Couldn't stop writing. I definitely am still going to write the Jaytim flavored version, so no one worry about that, but apparently, this is also happening!!
So here you are, some Nightwing!Damian/Red Hood!Tim!!!! I hope you all enjoy 💖 (context to the scene: they are on the phone at a ridiculously early hour)
“I told you already, you may scold me if you like.”
“Scold you? Right now I’d like to strangle you.”
“I think that would be fair.”
Tim laughs, a surprised, sudden noise, and Damian wants to beam.
“How is your throat?” he asks, and his voice has gone gentle, softness leaking into it.
“It’s fine.” Tim's voice is icing over, losing warmth.
“And your wrist?”
“You left a few bruises, but nothing’s broken. Full range of motion. Does it matter?”
Of course, Damian wants to say. Of course it matters.
“I did not mean to hurt you.”
“You never mean to,” Tim mutters, and Damian isn’t entirely sure he was meant to hear it.
“What are you doing right now?”
“Making coffee,” Tim sighs, irate.
“Do you still take it with an obscene amount of sugar?” Damian asks, trying to get him back, trying to get his brother back.
He wonders how much of the rest of his life will be spent trying to get his brother back.
“No, I drink it black.”
That knowledge settles painfully under his left rib.
“You used to take it with so much sugar that I was concerned.”
Tim scoffs. “And you still won’t touch the stuff, I’m sure? Only fine teas for the prince?”
Damian squeezes his eyes shut. “I have… developed a taste for coffee.”
“I bet your blend costs five thousand dollars a bean.”
“I don’t think it even costs five cents a bean.”
“Oh? Where do you source it?”
“The bodega.”
Tim snorts. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just trying to picture Damian Wayne walking into a bodega with a sword strapped to his back, digging through his pockets for enough change to afford his morning cup.”
A smile curls across Damian’s lip, against his will. He is powerless to prevent it.
“The owner is Egyptian. It can be nice to have a conversation in Arabic, every once in a while.”
There’s a pause before Tim answers him.
“How do you take your coffee?” he asks in Arabic.
“Black,” Damian responds in Arabic, feeling that same feeling he always gets when he gets to rest his English. Like collapsing onto his bed after an especially long day, remembering that his comforter and sheets and pillows were waiting for him.
“I didn’t know you missed speaking Arabic.”
“I never knew you spoke Arabic.”
“Yes, you did,” Tim snaps, abruptly switching back to English. “You knew.”
“…not when I would have had an occasion to use it.”
“An occasion, are you kidding me? Any time you wanted. Any time you wanted to walk into the manor and say anything to me, you know I would have listened. I would have done anything for you, don’t you get that?”
Damian sighs at himself. Why is he even doing this? Every time he thinks he finds an opening, Tim slams the door on his fingers.
“Yes, I do."
“You are infuriating to talk to, you know that?”
“Yes,” Damian answers. “Why are you staying on the phone with me?”
“Because you—” Tim groans at himself, and Damian feels like an intruder. “You always make me want more than I can have.”
Before Damian can think of an answer to that, Tim has hung up.
No-pressure tagging @yasmindifference, @jpeg-dot-jpeg, @chipmunkery, and @cheetahleopard!!!
#damitim#never used that tag before#this is lowkey also a testrun to see if people actually want to read stuff from me that isn't jaytim???#also sorry I'm late to the tag I had a busy day today 💖��💖#👸 ladytauria#also lmao tauria I def stalked ur bookmarks to see if there was any damitim in there before posting this 😂#I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU LIKED THEM BEFORE I PUT THIS AS MY ANSWER FOR YOU LMAO#batwrites#reverse robins au damitim flavor#tag games#timdami
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gotta stop enabling me!!! 😂 i still have to figure out what i wanna do with the cigarette one—
anyway yes lazarus lust ridden jason has been added to my wip list 😂
ALSO
i started the other one—tim fucking the pit rage out of jason?? & added it to my priority list going in the new year so ✨✨
NEVER Livvy I will NEVER STOP ENABLING YOU
I don't have the writing brain cell rn and you do so I will GLADLY encourage your ideas 💚 also you're a fucking wonderful author so Im more than eager to enable you 💖
Also HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH I CAN'T WAIT TO READ WHATEVER YOU RIGHT LET THIS SERVE AS A REMINDER THAT IF YOU AREN'T READING TAURIAS STUFF YOU SHOULD BE GO DO IT ASAP OKAY
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💞💞💞 sending you love~ i hope things get easier for you soon 🫂
Thank you so much Tauria 🫂💖
Having good days and bad days and good moments and bad moments, mostly. There's just a lot going on right now that isn't even just the breakup, and writing/fandom hasn't really been on my mind much, so if anyone's wondering where I've been, I promise I'm alright! Just stepping back for a bit while I deal with real life stuff.
On the bright side, I did actually do a little bit of writing today for the first time in about two weeks 😊
Anyways I appreciate the message a lot Tauria, thank you for being so kind 💚💖💚💖💚💖💚
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re: the cigarette post—you better BELIEVE as soon as i have a fic to stick it in (assuming i don’t write one just for that purpose) itll be there xD
its just SO jaytim coded <3
TAURIA. TAURIA. I AM SQUISHING YOUR FACE BETWEEN MY HANDS.
THIS IS ME AT YOU RN.
TAURIA. IF ANYONE CAN NAIL THAT VIBE ITS YOU AND I CANNOT WAIT TO READ IT PLEASE ALERT ME THE VERY MOMENT IT HAS BEEN WRITTEN PLEASE THANK YOU PLEASE. IT COULD LITERALLY BE ITS OWN LIKE. 500 WORD FIC AND I WOULD BE FROTHING AT THE MOUTH ABOUT IT ASDFKJDHSKSJDJSKA
IF YOU ARE NOT TAURIA AND YOU ARE READING THIS POST GO READ TAURIAS STUFF RN THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS BASICALLY A PRESCRIPTION BC IT WILL IMPROVE YOUR LIFE. I AM PRESCRIBING ALL OF YOU EVERY ONE OF TAURIA'S FICS
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1, 10, 19, & 31 for the ask game pls? 💖
TAURIAAAA!!!! HI!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?
ooh probably rooftops and bookshops. I really really really dislike the prose in it now that I've found more of a voice and I think the difference between that fic and my more recent stuff is so so blatant, but I do stand firmly by all of the plot points in that fic. That said, I'm not allowed to touch it because if I start I'll never stop, and I'd rather write new stuff than tweak the same old thing forever.
10. Top three favourite fic tropes.
Enemies to lovers, fake dating, amnesia!
19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.
Bart’s halfway through peeling the first clementine, the sharp citrusy smell permeating the air over the odor of burnt rubber from the trash, when he looks up. His thumb digs in a little too hard, breaking through the rind and into the fruit, a few drops of the juice splattering up his wrist.
Kon looks at him from the entryway, almost surprised to see him there.
Bart stares back. He's still angry from yesterday, and he doesn’t feel like pretending he isn’t.
It must be obvious on his face, because Kon's surprised expression melts into more of a resigned irritation, and he strides past Bart, taking the half-peeled clementine out of his hands.
“Why does it smell like that time Tim accidentally put a cutting board in the oven?” Kon asks as he grabs a mug from the cabinet, his voice gruff with sleep.
Bart starts peeling a new clementine, and he’s done by the time Kon’s pouring his coffee. He starts another.
“Fucked up my sneakers yesterday. Had to throw ‘em out.”
“I thought you had that friction barrier thing or whatever,” Kon says. The way he phrases it like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about grates at him. Why can’t Kon just admit that he gives a shit?
Bart shrugs instead of answering, glaring at the peeled fruit.
He separates out the segments of the ones he peeled, pulling off those stringy white bits as he goes. His leg is tapping so fast against the chair, the noise it makes sounds vaguely like the blades of a helicopter.
Kon sighs and sits down next to him, leaning his head on Bart’s shoulder. He puts the clementine he was holding down on the counter in front of them and Bart picks it up. As he’s about to start peeling it, Kon takes it out of his hands and puts it back where it was. When Bart picks up another one, Kon takes that too, putting it down next to the other one like he wants Bart’s full attention.
A tight, annoyed noise works its way out of Bart’s throat, and Kon’s TTK worms around him, feeling like an arm around his shoulder even though both of Kon’s hands are on his mug.
“I’m not sorry,” Kon says, his hands tightening around the mug.
“Me neither,” Bart answers, still glaring at the fruit.
31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?
Definitely Rooftops & Bookshops, but only because of the "in the end you made it." Otherwise, I'd say Know Yourself, because I am struggling with that fic SO much right now. I'm struggling with writing in general right now but that fic specifically is giving me a very hard time. I do have faith that I will make it though, especially since it's all plotted out! I just have to. You know. Finish it.
send me an ask!
#👸 ladytauria#thanks for the ask!!!! 💖💖💖💖#I tried to find a snippet I haven't shared before and I'm pretty sure I've never shared this one? so here you go!#batsasks#batwrites#konbart#writingsnippet
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(oh! oops! i didn’t realize how long ago you’d reblogged that. pls feel free to ignore <3)
NO WE'RE STILL TRICK OR TREATING ITS NOT EVEN HALLOWEEN YET!!! TRICK OR TREATS ARE OPEN FOLKS I JUST TAKE FOREVER TO ANSWER ASKS!!!
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I bought a GORGEOUS oracle deck the other day and the art is so beautiful I would get some of these tattooed
The deck is the citadel oracle and I highly recommend it!!!
Send me a 🌻 and I'll tell you whatever tf I feel like
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SO MANY intriguing titles 👀 i will ask about the Hound’s Teeth & also jaytimroy daddy kink
ooh okay! I'll give a snippet of the Hound's Teeth and then I'll talk about jaytimroy daddy kink under a cut because it's obviously going to be NSFW 💚
The hound's teeth is a damitim piece that I've been working on for a while and really struggling with, but honestly I've just been struggling with writing in general recently so that tracks. Anyways, here's a snippet!
As he waits for the roof to go steady, he watches. The line of the hunter’s blade as it slashes. The flash of his eyes as he tracks. The arc of his back as he twists.
He looks like he’s enjoying himself.
He’s playing.
Tim shouldn’t find that as endearing as he does. He’s only made it this far in life by grinding out every one of his flaws with singular focus, like he was sharpening one of his blades.
Watching someone drag out a fight like this? It should make him twitchy.
It doesn’t, though. Probably because he’s enjoying watching the hunter twist and flip and dodge, the way that every one of his moves is precise enough to let the demon think it has a chance, just so he can shatter that hope.
jaytimroy daddy kink is exactly what it says on the tin, honestly. the only other things that are relevant to it are breeding kink and trans tim, but yeah. I think JayRoy should have a daddy kink and Roy realizes that Tim is into Jason and wants to invite him in and then they all have a LOVELY time 💚
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idr if i sent you a character bingo or not? if i did ignore this. if not… hm…
kon?
OOH You did not!! But i love the choice!!!
(Sports announcer voice) and next on the field, we have a character who I sure do wish they would make better choices with, because I'm deeply in love with him and he deserves better, Kon-El!!
God okay here's the thing because I do need to explain this one a lil bit. He does deserve the world, but like, I would love to beat him up just a little for a few transgressions and also especially if I met him as a teenager.
Now, there's nothing going on behind those eyes: emotional intelligence is at a zero on this one.
But also, he is so based: he cares about his friends and even though his emotional intelligence when it comes to himself is low, he would do anything for the people he loves and also he will sass Tim and therefore. Based.
Also genuinely. What the fuck.: have you seen his new hair? And also the t shirt and jeans? And also like. Some of his dating decisions? I hate it here
Okay sorry I have so many opinions about him sjdlskaksls
Thank you for the ask bestie!!!! 💕💖💚
Send me a character for blorbo bingo!
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🙃 🦖 🌸 for the ask game pls? <3
TAURIA HI HELLO I MISS YOUUUU IM SO BEHIND ON YOUR FICS 😭😭😭 NOW THAT I HAVE BLORBO THOUGHTS AGAIN YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM ME
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
Technically Bananas are berries! Like. scientifically they're classified as berries. So are avocados!
🦖 Favorite extinct animal?
I don't have one actually? I guess sabre tooth tiger if i had to pick maybe
🌸 Best compliment you ever received?
The other day someone said I was just Data from star trek and i was very deeply flattered. Also once someone compared my writing to my favorite authors and that was really wonderful 💖
#👸 ladytauria#batsasks#ask games#i know this is from like months ago lol but im waiting for wrist xrays and im bored so im gonna clear out some of these 😂#thank you for the ask beloved 💖
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currently you’re the web weave mutual xD
LMAOOOOO this goes both ways you are ALSO the webweave mutual, and at some point I am just gonna spam everyone with all the webweaves you sent me
Ty for the ask!!
Tell me what mutual I am to you 💕
#👸 ladytauria#my tumblr app is being SO weird abt friend tags recently and I do not know why#anyways can't remember if I usually tag you as Tauria or Ladytauria but I will fix accordingly#batsasks#bibatrambles
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((i think u said u wanted to know when the collar fic was up so: "https://archiveofourown.org/works/51298699" <- there you go <3))
DJAKDJLFADLK;FJADLSK;FDSFK FIC REC FIC REC EVERYONE GO READ THIS ASJDFJAHSDJLFLKSD
I CANNOT READ THIS AT THIS EXACT MOMENT BUT I AM GOING TO READ THIS. THE SECOND I AM ABLE. AND I AM GOING TO BE INSANE IN YOUR DMS ABOUT IT ON DISCORD OKAY? OKAY. OKAY.
ADJFLKSAD THANK YOU ILY
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Tag game!!! I was tagged like ages ago by @ladytauria and @hardlycats
name: Misha! I also accept the shortened nickname of Mish 💖
pronouns: they/them
where do you call home: my house lmao, but really it's pretty much anywhere in the northeastern US. I miss living in Brooklyn most days, though
favorite animal: current hyperfixation on bats. No particular reason of course.
cereal of choice: Reese's puffs there's just something about them and also I love peanut butter 💖
visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: Kinesthetic, then visual, then auditory, in order of how well I will remember the instructions later. I'll remember it best if I do it myself, and worst if I only hear what I'm supposed to do.
first pet: Zeus! my giant cat who has been featured in a few posts. He's ten 😊
favorite scent: anything that smells warm or spicy.
do you believe in astrology: Sort of! Not to the point where it will dictate any decisions I make, but I know my full chart (I'm a capricorn sun, virgo moon, and capricorn rising. If you know astrology and also me, this makes sense).
how many playlists on spotify/apple music: Wow fuck you both for making me answer this question (/lh) 😂 I have 154, but 89 of them are ones that I'm the creator for. There are quite a few more that are shared playlists that I add stuff to, but I'm not technically the one that made it
sharpies or highlighters: sharpies definitely
songs that make you cry: HYACINTHUS by Aidoneus, Last Words of a Shooting Star by Mitski
songs that make you happy: Distant Past by Everything Everything, Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother, Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim and Bootsy Collins
do you write/draw/create: I actually write and draw (but my art is not ever as good as I want it to be, and usually my writing is, so I tend to lean into that)
Thanks for the tags!! no pressure tagging @this-was-a-terrible-idea, @eidoloony, @siobhanhawthorne, and @green4allseasons
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the one thing i remember you for as a writer—i mean. it’s more than one xD but i know when a bi-bats fic shows up in my inbox it’s gonna have excellent tension, banter, & *feelings*. & just. excellent character stuff in general <3
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That's so fucking sweet oh my god I've really been struggling with my writing (as mentioned five seconds ago and also like every day this week) and this really lifted my spirits!! I've been hoarding it away to remind me that just because my standards are INSANE doesn't mean that other people aren't going to just be happy to enjoy the meal?
Ily bestie thank you so much 💖💖💖💖💖
Ask game
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patron saint of emotional tension~
TAURIA BELOVED THATS SO KIND!! I especially needed to hear that right now (<- hates everything I've written because it feels like I don't know how to write feelings anymore even though everyone who's read what I've been working on doesn't agree with me) so thats SO kind thank you 😭😭😭
Ty for sending one in bestie 💖💖💖
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