You don’t even need to ask what show this relates to.
another comment asking for the next update. the fic writer cackles. their askbox has a notification. it is yet another ask wondering when the fic will update. their laugh is almost manic. they type an answer, foam forming at the corner of their mouth as they lie over and over again. the despair of their readers satisfies a thirst they didn’t even know they had. they click to their fic folder where all chapters have been written for months and sit patiently, waiting to be published at the right time. the fic writer throws their head back and lets out an uproarious laugh. they will never know. it is easy for a fic writer. their fic is their only thing in their life. they sigh and stroke the purring cat on their lap, twirling the wine in their glass as they look over the countless comments insulting them and their family, begging for more and wishing them good. if only they knew. lightning strikes outside. they laugh again. such is life for fic writers
if you didn’t know stuff about humans you would think they get mad at the weirdest stuff
like one human raises their thumb to another human
that’s good, humans like that
one human raises their middle finger to another human
humans do NOT LIKE THAT
humans think that is a BAD FINGER
don’t you DARE raise that specific finger at me
any other finger is ok just not that one
smart is definitely the new sexy….