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And I know we left this era literally months ago some even years ago and I'm still not over it but I never got to ask you Remmy what do you see Yn's and Aaron z's future like in plane ticket after the ending?

i rlly want to write s fanfic that gives off “s*x by the 1975” but theres like no good ships lately ughghh or love triangles that i can based it on. 
          
          lowkey like it reminds me of aaron t & z, & y/n vibes from my book plane ticket but other than that,,, whats a fandom popping off rn besides ST? 

Continue Detention Baby please 

DETENTION BABY, out now! 
          
          idk if you guys have seen the rodrick x regina tiktoks but it inspired me to write something lol

Taylor Swift engaged HELLOOO?!?!

will forever be devastated that friends to lovers rarely happens ughggh atleast to someone like me ig. ppl often tell me i look and seem intimidating so ppl rarely approach me, unless i speak to them first.
          
          after my last relationship i think im ready to date again but the men ive stumbled upon lately are sooooo icky. some expect me to make the first move or some ask me out even tho they don’t know anything about me (which ig thats the point. they want to get to know me) but idk!!! is it too much to ask for being friends first?? i can never get romantically involved unless it just flows naturally yk i dont want the interest to be preexisting, i want genuine connection as the foundation before the romantics, but it seems impossible in this day and age.
          
          anyways how is everyone. i have two exams tomorrow that i have not studied for (im burnt out, but guilty.) and all ive been doing is rewatching true beauty, and contemplating whether i wanna reread the webtoon again as jugyeong quite literally pissed me off that i stopped reading it around 2020 ughghhh 

I’m not just watching their life.
          I’m feeling it.
          Experiencing it.
          Living it.
          
          And that’s what your story gave me. An escape. A connection. A reminder that there are still people in this world who care enough to write something meaningful — something that makes you feel.
          
          That’s why I get so attached to stories. It’s not because I’m some introvert with no social life. It’s not because I want to seem smart or deep or mysterious. It’s because in those fleeting, sacred moments when I’m reading — I get to connect. To feel. To forget the chaos of the real world and step into a new one.
          
          You created that world for me.
          
          And the craziest part? You didn’t even know.
          
          (｡•́︿•̀｡)
          So yeah. Maybe I’m just one voice in the crowd. But I meant every word. You inspired me. You moved me. And I’ll never forget what it felt like to read your story for the first time.
          —Part 3/3—

And because of that, I did something I never thought I would:
          I started my own writing account — @parirba.
          
          It’s nowhere near your level. Like, not even close. I'm still learning how to put emotions into words, how to make people feel something when they read my work. But I wouldn’t have even tried if it weren’t for you. You were the spark that lit something in me. You were the one who made me believe that writing wasn’t just a dream for other people. It was something I could do too.
          
          And I know I wasn’t there while you were writing Plane Ticket. I wasn’t beside you during your hard days, your writer’s block, the mental battles you might’ve fought behind the screen. But when I read your story? It felt like I was there. Like I was walking with you, page by page, through every emotion you poured into it. You didn’t just write a plot — you opened your chest, ripped out your heart, and laid it bare on a screen for strangers to read.
          
          That’s not easy.
          That’s not simple.
          That’s artistry.
          
          And I know this might sound dramatic, but I’ve always believed that books — even fanfics — are sacred. That stories are the closest thing we have to time travel, or magic, or real soul-to-soul communication. Because when I read, I’m not sitting in my room anymore. I’m wherever the author takes me. In a world that isn’t mine. Living a life that isn’t mine. And for a little while? Reality fades. The stress, the pressure, the constant weight of expectations — all of it lifts. And I get to just exist in someone else’s world.
          
          —Part 2/3—

Hi.
          I know it’s been forever. Maybe I’m just another name in the sea of usernames filling your comment section. Maybe you don’t remember me at all — and that’s okay. I didn’t come here for clout, or a follow back, or even a reply. I just came to say something I should’ve said the moment I finished your story.
          
          Your fanfic, Plane Ticket, changed me.
          
          I started reading it about two years ago. I can’t even remember what I was looking for that day — probably just scrolling to escape from whatever mess reality was serving. I wasn’t expecting anything major. Just something to read in bed, something to fill the silence.
          
          But then I found that.
          Your story.
          And nothing was the same after.
          
          At first, it was subtle. Just another chapter, another scroll. But then your words started to sink in deeper than I expected. Characters I didn’t know five minutes ago suddenly felt like people I’d grown up with. Scenes I’d never lived through suddenly felt like memories. I wasn’t just reading a fanfic — I was living it. Breathing it. Feeling everything as if it were my own.
          
          And then came the plot twist.
          
          It hit me like a freight train. My jaw dropped. My stomach flipped. And I just sat there, staring at the screen, thinking wait…
          This is what a real story feels like.
          
          That was the moment I realized what writing could be. Not just entertainment. Not just something to do when you’re bored. It could be an anchor. A lifeline. A form of connection that transcends time, place, and even language. It was art. It was heart. And yours had so much heart in it that I could feel it through every sentence. Every chapter felt like a piece of you was woven into the words — and I could tell it wasn’t easy. I could tell you gave everything to that story. And somehow, reading it made me feel seen.
          
          —Part 1/3—

hiiii remmy!! how are you? things have gotten busy lately, so I couldn't check up on you. I hope you're doing well!! ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡