Shout-out To Fan-fiction Writers Who Don’t Or Can’t Write The 50k Fan-fictions, Because Of A Lack

slytherin!gojo, and his pureblood mania. something imposed on by his parents ever since he could walk, and it was only more than obvious coming from such an old house like theirs.

so imagine him and muggleborn you, the first muggleborn to be sorted into slytherin for over three centuries. you don't know why, and you questioned it just as much as everybody else, but there was no use.

of course you became a pariah, and of course most of the teasing and comments came from gojo and his friends. they made it their mission throughout the years to remind you of just how different you were compared to them.

and sure, maybe it helped ease the thoughts that gojo tried to hide deep in the back of his mind that you were maybe a little cute, pretty even. and that whenever he heard you laugh, especially at a joke from someone else, his chest tightened. but he pushed those down, far far away.

over the years you grew thick enough skin, but even you couldn't help the way some of their comments stabbed themselves into your heart, made your face crumble momentarily. and gojo saw, and even though he acted like this is what he wanted, it was far from it.

so when he say you on the common rooms couch one night, your potions homework laid out in front your you as you slept soundly, curled up into a little ball, his initial reaction wasn't to spill ink all over the parchment (which he guessed one of the other boys might have done, and he hated that he could see them doing it), but to pull a blanket over your frame, watch as you cuddled into it. your face was lit up by the fireplace near you, your features just as beautiful as always.

his expression softened, and before he could stop himself his hand had gone up to your face, his thumb atoms away from your cheek, your skin soft beneath him. and before he could do anything else, he snatched it away, the ring of his noble house burning into his flesh.

but it was no use, he knew what was happening, and despite years of trying to lie to himself, the great gojo satoru, the prince of slytherin, was hopelessly in love with you.

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I was talking with my friend about how much Markiplier does for his fans, and I thought it’d be awesome to show how much everyone loves him! Markiplier is really special to me for reasons I wont say, but I want him to feel the same appreciattion we feel for him. So please REBLOG ONLY this post and I’ll add your URL to notebook I’ll send!! 

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When you’re a writer and you’re trying not to spoil your story to your friends...

Not my best photo but it’ll due. Goodbye Adams Family Musical. It’s been unreal. Milford, NY April 7, 2019. #photooftheday #photography #musical #adamsfamily #tiredaf #flute #pit #icanteven (at Milford Central School) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv9nngmBV1g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uhhj8b7hay7f

guys we gotta be careful what we wish for otherwise that’s what happens

when you find someone with the same otp as you

Markiplier Fandom

Now that everything has hit the fan and the “cult” thing has had it’s run. It’s time for us, the fans, to fix things. Because none of this is Mark’s fault. It’s our fault. The fans fault. And if this was a test to see if we could handle a little carefree fun, we failed it. Royally. But now is our chance to make up that test. Let’s spread the positivity @markiplier wanted us to spread in the beginning. Let’s show our friends, the fandom, and especially Mark that we love them. That we care. Reblog this post with the hastage ‘oneswhocare’ to show your support. We can prove to Mark we are better than this. Because:

“We are the ones who CARE.”

day 955: my otp is still not canon

drag him