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“I love this ship,” you say as you exit the pure, holy site of Quotev and enter Wattpad.
“I LOVE this ship,” you say as you exit the coven of Wattpad for AO3, deleting your search history in the process.
“How much do I NEED this ship?” You question as your mouse hovers over the fanfiction.net link.
“I need it.” You sigh, staring down an empty word document. You are desperate. Your shit writing skills are the only thing keeping your ship alive. You have exhausted all other means. The world is ending.
*true story*