#this is short but it needed to be posted
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Worth Saving
Description: Peter comes home one night tired and broken by the world he's trying to save. You take care of him.
(Tags: Peter Parker x Reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, idk he deserves to be loved okay) -- w/c: 1.6K
A/N: OKAY this is a tad different from my usual work!! no smut lol but I really just wanted some good ol' hurt/comfort, and PETER DESERVES IT OKAY
Peter doesn’t knock on your window when he arrives. You see him as he swings up, face still masked, and lands on your windowsill.
He doesn’t tap, not like he usually does. You watch as his chest heaves, and he simply leans, pressing himself against the cold of the glass, unmoving.
“Peter?” You say, rushing forward to unlock and open the window. Peter doesn’t move, slumped against the frame. He breathes quietly, silent. He doesn’t look injured; there are no cuts on his suit, he’s not clutching onto anything that hurts. He just looks tired. Overwhelmingly tired.
Though you’ve seen it before, this quiet, exhausted side of Peter, it still concerns you, scares you a little bit, and you can’t help how your hands shake as you take his gloved hand. “Come inside, baby. We’ve got to get you cleaned up, okay?”
He nods slowly, still quiet, and holds your hand as he climbs through the window. You start your walk to the bathroom, guiding Peter behind you as he trudges slowly, silently, your fingers still laced together.
Peter stands silently as you run a washcloth under warm water, his back hunched, like he's trying to make himself as small as possible. Like he's trying to hide. From the world, from you, from himself. Your heart aches as you turn to face him.
“Can I take your mask off, honey?” you ask softly, bringing your hands up to cup his jaw. Peter nods wordlessly, and you don’t hesitate to tuck your fingers under the spandex, tugging it over his head. His face is sticky with sweat, but is thankfully free of any blood.
You smile at him, just a little bit, but Peter doesn’t smile back. He just stares at you, his gaze far-away. There are dark circles under his eyes, his pretty skin sallow and horribly devoid of color. “Oh, Peter,” you murmur, brushing a thumb across his cheek. He leans into your touch, just slightly, but the minute movement makes your heart swell.
You reach for the rag, warm and damp against your fingers, and bring it up to Peter’s face. “Is this okay, baby?” you say, and Peter doesn’t nod like you expect him. Instead, the smallest, “yes,” leaves his lips. It’s so pitiful and quiet compared to how Peter usually talks to you, but the fact that he’s brought himself to speak makes you want to shout with joy.
You smile widely at him, and your grin is even further rewarded with a small, momentary quirk of Peter’s lips. It disappears as quickly as it came, but it was there, a hint of the Peter you know and love.
You brush the cloth gently across Peter’s forehead, cleaning his skin of the dirt and sweat from keeping his city safe. Between his job and taking care of May and patrolling, you doubt that Peter’s slept more than three hours a night for two weeks now. You usually fall asleep as soon as you know that he’s arrived home from his patrol, but unlike Peter, you have the luxury of being able to take a nap the next day after work. Peter can barely eat half the time.
Peter’s gaze is vacant, staring at you with unseeing eyes as you clean the grime off his face. You lean up to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.
“Gonna take your suit off now, okay baby?” you whisper, and Peter nods his assent. You set the rag on the counter again, feeling for the zipper hidden at the back of his suit. You drag it down slowly, making sure the fabric doesn’t snag, until you meet the dip at the end of Peter’s spine. The suit slacks forward off his chest, hanging loosely off his tired body. He doesn’t make any move to slide it off his arms, still staring silently. He blinks slowly at you as you peel it off him, his body sticky underneath with sweat. The suit practically falls off of him, pooling at his feet.
A few bruises bloom along his ribs, but you take solace in the fact that there isn’t any of his blood, or anyone else’s. You won’t have to bite your lip as you stitch him up, cringing at Peter’s whimpers like you do other nights.
But the look in Peter’s eyes is still pained, still suffering as he stares at you, silent as a stone. He aches, broken and bloody down to his very core.
Sometimes, Peter wonders if there’s anything left for you to fix. He thinks that maybe the broken pieces of his soul have been ground to dust, slipping through his fingers as he tries to piece himself back together. For you. He wants to be whole, be better, for you.
Maybe it’s a lost cause, he thinks, maybe he doesn’t deserve to be saved.
Your soft hands skirt delicately over his skin, marking a path up his chest and over his shoulders and down his arms again, before you take his hands again, gently urging him to step forward away from the suit. You suppose that it’s a kind of armor, the kind that protects Peter’s identity from those who want to hurt him. But you curse the damned thing for not saving him from the real, physical hurt he endures night after night.
“Still okay, baby?” you murmur, raising his hands in yours to kiss his cracked knuckles. Peter doesn’t say anything, but he releases one of his hands from yours to cup your cheek, leaning down to brush a kiss against your hairline, which is better than any kind of answer he could have given you.
Damp cloth in your hand once again, you gently wipe the sweat off his skin, working your way down, down, until you’re kneeling in front of him, wiping slowly, deliberately down his legs.
It doesn't feel remotely sexual, not when Peter is curling in on himself, his eyes fluttering shut and flicking back open, trying to force himself awake. Tonight, Peter just needs to finally rest, moments that have been rare since his sophomore year of high school.
You stand again, slowly moving your way up his body. You scratch your nails against the planes of his skin, trying to give some kind of sensation to his numb body. Trying to make him feel again. You toss the rag into the sink carelessly, wiping your hands off on your pants.
“Let’s go to bed, Peter,” you say, and Peter responds with a rough, tired grunt of approval. He laces your fingers back together, making you smile as you lead him around back to your shared bed. You pull the covers down and wait by it, waiting for Peter to get in before you.
He stares blankly at you for a moment, not comprehending. You’re usually in bed before him on these nights, burrowed under the blanket until he climbs in with you, tugging your back to his chest. But you pat the mattress, commanding him wordlessly, and Peter can’t possibly disobey your gentle instruction.
The soft sheets feel like heaven on his achy skin as he slides into bed. You follow close behind him, pressing your front against his back, tugging up the blankets before winding your arms around his middle. He feels you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin.
“You want to talk about it, honey?” you ask, the soft lilt of your voice like music in his sensitive ears.
“Not really,” he mumbles, his voice soft and stifled, his throat feeling raw. “I’m-” he can feel his throat tightening, “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Peter, I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly be apologizing for.”
Peter chuckles dryly, and you peck him on the shoulder again as a reward, tugging him back closer to your body. “I’m sorry that I- that I came home to you like this. You shouldn’t have to take care of me like this. It’s- I’m supposed to take care of you, baby, I--”
“Peter,” you say, the loudest you’ve been all night. You unwind your arms from his waist, just a little bit, to sit up, leaning over to look at his face. His eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and your heart aches so horribly you fear it may tear apart inside you. You lean forward, pressing your lips softly to his in a chaste kiss. “My beautiful, perfect Peter,” you mumble against his lips. “You are the love of my life, you know that? And I am so- so proud to be with you. You’re everything to me, and I want to take care of you.” You lean back, pressing your forehead to his.
“You are not broken, Peter Parker. You are bruised, sure, but you are also strong, and loving, and the best man I have ever known. And I want- No, I need to take care of you. I need to make sure that you’re alright, because I couldn’t bear losing you. Do you hear me?”
Peter nods, his throat too tight to speak.
“I couldn’t survive it, Peter, if I lost you. I love you, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything, so please. Just- just let me take care of you like you deserve, okay?”
A tear escapes unbidden down your cheek, and Peter raises his hand to wipe it away. “Okay, sweetheart. Okay. Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”
You nod, sniffing slightly as you settle behind him again. You keep your arms wound around him, plastering yourself to his back. Peter holds onto your hands, rubbing his thumb soothingly into the skin of your wrist.
“I love you so much, baby,” Peter murmurs into the quiet of the room. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
“I love you too, Peter, more than you’ll ever comprehend.”
Peter smiles, relishing in your warmth against his back, your hands on his stomach. It encases him, fills him up with warmth and love until he feels like he could choke on it.
Peter drifts to sleep slowly, at peace for the first time in weeks. It’s a kind of peace that makes him feel whole, that makes him feel as though he may be worth saving too.
#can you tell i watched TASM2 recently#HE ALWAYS ENDS UP SO SAD#make peter parker happy 2k23#this is short but it needed to be posted#i love him sm#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#tasm peter parker#peter parker fluff#tasm!peter x you#tasm!peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#spiderman x y/n#spiderman x you
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing#how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc#but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though#i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design#posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars#and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does#writing#writer#fandom#fandom culture#artist
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in light of the recent news that Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi has been found dead after a helicopter crash you might be wondering 'who the hell is this guy and why are so many people celebrating his death??' and i'm here to answer that!
to fully understand what's going on we need to look into Iran's history: when the Iranian revolution in 1979 happened the authoritarian king who was ruling at that time was overthrown, but the ensuing power vacuum lead to the islamic regime seizing power and establishing Iran as an islamic republic
the following years were incredibly cruel to the Iranian people; thousands of people (especially minorities) have been protesting against the strict islamic regime leading to many being jailed, tortured and executed.
and this is where Raisi played a big part: in 1988 he was part of a committee that ordered the execution of thousands of political prisoners who were protesting the islamic regime, earning himself the title of "the butcher of tehran"
do not be fooled by what the state media wants you to believe, the Iranian people are celebrating his death. he was a cruel mass murderer who has destroyed the lives of thousands of people, his death should be used as a time to mourn for all the suffering he has caused, and bring new attention to the political prisoners still being held in Iranian prisions today
because sadly the fight is far from over. many of you have probably heard of the murder of Mahsa Jina Amini back in 2022, causing a new wave of nationwide protests and establishing the "woman, life, freedom" movement. the regime has gotten increasingly cruel in their treatment of the Iranian people, especially women, but the people of Iran are not deterred and keep fighting for a free Iran.
if you want to know how you can help, please keep talking about us. the one thing the regime hates is international attention, and in the past it has been proven that international pressure has stopped the regime from executing various political prisoners. people like Toomaj Salehi are under imminent threat of execution and spreading their names could save their lives. so whether you share social media posts or talk to your family and friends about what is happening in Iran, anything helps 🙏🏼
jin, jiyan, azadi ✌🏼
#iran#ebrahim raisi#global news#woman life freedom#iran news#politics#turns out trying to summarize decades of oppression into a semi-coherent tumblr post is harder than i thought#so i tried to make it as short and accurate as possible ! but let me know if any elaboration is needed#this is far from what i usually post but i thought someone might appreciate the explanation <3#and i will not stand for anyone mourning that guy may he rot in hell#thank you to everyone who took the time to read this it means a lot to me !!
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Edit: muted this monstrosity but if you're looking for the blank template it's on my blog and I'll tag this and it with "the stupid fucking shorts post" so you don't have to scroll through everything 💀😂 (I did not make the template btw, I don't know who the OP is but if you do please let me know)
#the stupid fucking shorts post#everyone asking about Trevor i am sorry but I've never watched him 💀#stephen colbert#john oliver#jimmy kimmel#seth meyers#conan o'brien#craig ferguson#jon stewart#strike force five#strike force memes#strike force#last week tonight#the late show with stephen colbert#the late show#the late late show#conan#conan o'brien needs a friend#late night with conan o'brien#late night with seth meyers#jimmy kimmel live#the daily show with jon stewart#the problem with jon stewart#the jon stewart show#the colbert report#meme#late night#late night hosts#comedians in queues
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I love YouTube shorts because if you wade through all the slop you'll find art
#Me posting this: yeah this will hit with the queer squid people#Splatoon#transgender#trans#this guy’s shorts are really funny lol#im sorry but this needs to be shared
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hey, my kurdish friend wanted to point out that the iranian woman murdered by the police in tehran was a kurd and her kurdish name was jîna emînî. she has mostly been referred to as mahsa amini, the iranian version of her name, in the media & that can ofc still be used to make sure posts about her reach a mainstream audience. however people should make sure to mention her given kurdish name foremost, as well as highlight the fact that she was a kurd in the first place, because that played a part in her facing the violence that she did.
#my friend doesn't have a tumblr & her original post on instagram abt this was not in english so i couldn't just repost it#so this is a short summary of her message#if you need to know more i'm not the person to ask abt this & you should go check out kurdish activists' posts and articles on this event#personal#mahsa amini#jîna emînî#jina emini#iran#kurdistan#kurdish#social justice#feminism#police brutality
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"you're not gonna believe this aang: did you know lee from the tea shop likes puns too?!"
"but i thought you didn't like him:/...?" "ahh... so that's where you're off to everyday, huh...". based on this pun found in @chitsangenthusiast's puns tag (hehe thanks kath :P this is like the second time i find a pun there!)
and i realized half way, but this works like a sorta prequel to the original puns comics from over a year ago! basically at this point, all my comics happen in an alternate universe where everything stays the same but sprinkled with anachronisms, such as sneakers and einstein :3
#sokka doesnt have earrings becuase zuko LATER helps him pierce his ears!! could u imagine??#my art#zukka#i fucking love to put zuko in green. and the piercings. and the short hair.#and i might have gone too far with the projecting... but he's reading okay? sokka needs glasses i know it. he told me#zukka fanart#zukka nation#maybe i should tag the pun related comics?#zukka puns#also: yeah i ignored sokka's gloves. remembered them after coloring the first hand and i liked it too much#this was so fucking fun:3 i might even post the timelapse...
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idiot who doesnt realize how much theyre gonna have to draw cowboy hats: uhmmmm scifi western fma au
#fma#fullmetal alchemist#edward elric#alphonse elric#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#fmab#inspired by me slowly getting absorbed into rdr2 and everything ive been seeing of trigun stampede#and the singular cowboy ed madootles posted the other day#changing my life yall#and yes they have guns but the secret IS is that those guns are FAKE#bc their intimidation factor is so impressive that they never need to use them#i mean? firebomb short king edward elric going crazy on you and 6'4" alphonse elric looming over u with his hat tipped down?#gone. gone like the wind#idk might call this the wastelands au bc fun :^)#wastelands au
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this disability pride month, stop making jokes about people in wheelchairs standing up or walking.
can I stand and walk? sure, for a short while and with pain. the consequences for trying to be out all day without a wheelchair are that I'll be in bed for the rest of the week, too tired and in too much pain to move.
but the government won't give me my own wheelchair because they have the same attitude as these jokes - I can stand up, so I don't need one. exercise is good for you, you should walk!
it keeps me trapped in the house, unable to do anything more than short stints anywhere without borrowing or hiring a wheelchair - one that causes me pain to sit in and relies on someone to push me (usually with difficulty), because they're not going to have a high-end chair for that sort of thing.
it's not a miracle that a wheelchair user can stand or walk. it's something we should aspire to see more often.
#disability#disability pride month#chronic fatigue#fibromyalgia#cfs/me#post exertional malaise#like fucking hell people we should really be long past this by now#why am I seeing these bullshit jokes on my dash in twenty fucking twenty three#i did a short walk to a cafe yesterday because I thought I was up to it#and my right leg has seized up#my ankle can barely take my weight and my hip won't move properly#also lol I almost certainly have hEDS but cannot persuade a doctor to give me a referral#in summary#stop being fucking dense#i would rather people who don't need mobility aids use them than have people struggle because they don't want to be seen as a faker#or have people think that you have to reach a certain level of severity before you need it#also if I had a wheelchair I would bring my cat with me more places but that's by the by
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tw for panic attack, eyestrain (last page), swears
@tsunochizu's backwards through the snow!! this fic is my lifeblood
this scene's from chapter 15, in which iirc sig is like "ok pebbs is acting weird as hell time to get to the bottom of this" and pebbs wants some modified neuron flies for extra storage (which sig can send him the blueprints for), which ends up in them having a very... exciting video call
also I belatedly realized that the author made designs for sig and pebbs in btts but haha I am not redrawing pages~
this took me over a month I'm not even kidding
*dies*
#rw backwards through the snow#chapter 15#tw eyestrain#eyestrain#panic attack#five pebbles#rw five pebbles#5 pebbles#rain world#rain world art#rw comic#no significant harassment#rw no significant harassment#this was supposed to be a short scribbly thing#because i need to stop being a perfectionist#it kinda worked for the first two pages#fic art#long post#riantart
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short & stout rose And awkward and gangly dave >>>> i think rose would move with a ferocity like she could accidwntally bump her elbow onto the corner of a table and the table would crumble . dave posture’d be so rigid that he’d fall like a tree and shatter like glass from a light breeze
#dave strider#rose lalonde#homestuck#im gonna yap more abt my drawings ive been restrained for too long thinking people wouldnt care😤😤#my friends at school building up my confidence for better or for worse lol#i have thoughts!! things 2 say!!! not a lot but hopefully getting out the things i do have will make room for more…^_^#anyways#daveis just egon schiele art to me now#discomfort of tha body ……. Davesprite would be even worse imo#this also means dirk is a short king. and roxy would tower over him LMAO#dirk the shortest in the entire group#i need to draw egbert n jade more😢😮💨😮💨😮💨im sorryyyyyyyyyyy#hits post shyly
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Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.
His grey hairs are so earned
#Chilchuck tims#dungeon meshi#analysis#HAPPY CHILCHUCK DAY#You know what yeah understandable have a good day#Alcohol be a ticket straight to chilling out town I suppose#Spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#Thinking on if I should split my family masterpost into diff posts for max reach hmm#Anyways I’m def editing in the second page into that post that “I’ve got three people to think of here” sounds sooo much like that’s#How he’d think about it in a family setting as well. He works so hard for them 🥺#I could have put 100 pics on this post to justify everything I mentioned but this is a speedrun for a reason. I’m planning so many#Compilations rn i need a break from rereading lol#He’s just here to do his work!! He just wanna do his work!!!#I’m always rotating him in my brain like rotisserie chicken :( Hopefully this doesn’t sound disjointed or insane to average readers#He’s always on his guard so he has a short fuse and his type of humor & liking for snarky remarks doesn’t help#Also bc he knows nothing lasts he has a very work hard play hard mentality where ‘dying doing something you love. Like drinking’#Is nice in his opinion#This post makes it all sound so dry. Chilchuck is so messy thinking about him is thrilling I swear. This is concise but at what cost…#OH ALSO he has weird self-hate issues where he really values his skills but devalues himself on a personal level.#‘I am a coward. I only care about myself. I cheated on my wife (lying for no reason)’ etc etc#Can’t disappoint people and make them leave you if they already have no expectations and esteem of you 😏💡
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newsletter more like news sweater :]
also the original image is on a black background, so i uh. extracted them(?) redrew their outlines to put hthem on a white background
frisk uses they/them
#edit: toriels eyes aren’t heart shaped @ sans her eyes are just Always heart shaped i like to think. weird goat eyes !#not my intention but feel free to tag as soriel#the art gallery#undertale#i didn’t realize for a second that frisks is just their regular sprite w the sweater drawn over it#i thought they had a new outfit 😔 forgot that their outline is just brown so I thought they had brown shorts on#but yknow what i think frisk needs a new fit post game. i can only imagine their shoes would be ruined after trudging throuh snow and swamp#and then Sweating in hotland
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Reminder to please, please, PLEASE put your fics under a Read More. You can absolutely have a teaser at the top, but for the love of all things holy please slap that baby under a Read More. Don't subject the dash to a crazy long fic they gotta scroll through.
#i have the whole like collapse longer posts setting for my dash#but that feature doesnt work when youre viewing someone's page#so if i RB a fic without a read more it looks stupid long if you're browsing my page#also not required but i really like when people incluse word counts for their fics#i need to know if this is short enough that o can just read it now or one of those for me to RB to read later
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never change, man !
#phantom of the paradise#potp#swan potp#nightmaretheater#65 layers and about 24 hours . Eeeyyuppp#Look into my beautiful mind boy#Its a bit unusual to what i usually draw#but i had to push a specific look for this piece#hopefully you all are picking up on the corperate look . the advertisment look#Sneeze. Anyways my point is industry destroys creative people. This includes swan#I feel like phrases like these ; how he was put on a pedistal…. it lead him to be Like That#as awful as he is he desperately needed help#it might seem like vanity on the surface#but i think its… more than that#long story short: we need to destroy the beauty industry. the skincare industry. the anti-aging industry#It ruined his psyche forever and he cant let go of the ideal version of himself he will never truly be again#i dont think he can at this point. hes in too deep and hes suffering for it no matter how much he feels hes fixed his problems#he cant accept a version of himself that isnt that perfect young man. because he never confronted his problems. he just ran away#anyways . Hi swath *punches him**kicks him*#i dont care if nobody gets me lalalalla my truths and headcanons are awesome forever and i live in my own reality lallaallal#sorry i think im gonna be posting about swan alot for a few months hes making me sick#i wass gonna post this earlier but my internet was real bad#*lays down in my pile of pillows* eat up boys. haha#sidenote: drawing white blond people is horrifiying. Boy your skin and hair are the same color. Introduce some contrast to yourself. Please#adding on: its inportant to note this focuses on him looking st himself in the mirror alot on purpouse#to remind himself what he ‘’’’really’’’’ looks like#the 4 middle pannels all represent that too . u have to be in my brain ri get this#sorry for unleashijg another swan essay in my tags. will happen again lol
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Short stories are no less important than long stories. Writing a 100-word story or a 50-word story or a 10-word story or a 3-word story does not make you any less of a writer than someone who writes 100k or more. Your short stories are valuable too.
#not whump#writing#short stories#i've made posts like this before and i'll probably make them again#because i need the reminder#and someone else out there might need it too
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