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I just wrote 1k words for my new fanfic… IT DIDNT SAVE. HOW DO I RECOVER IT.

@euphoricdrrreamer do I know u? because I’m following you, got u in my notifs, got your book on my reading list because of tiktok, but I haven’t touched wattpad in months?? 

ARE YOU ALIVE

no but do you ever get a reply to a comment, read your comment and the reply, then read the context of this comment and just think..
          
          “jesus, I read this shit?”
          
          and just regret all your life choices.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          ……may or may not be talking about getting replies on a bunch of comments I left in smuts after leaving wattpad for a while

Are you ready to die? :)

y’all have any good fanfic suggestions? preferably creepypasta or marvel/marvel cast.
          
          in specific: 
          bloody painter, liu woods, peter parker or tom holland

Quick update on my last post about the Tom Holland locker incident:
          She is now Class Vice Captain and my best friend has made friends with her. She’s actually really nice and we continually joke about her locker. 
          
          
          One problem: I’ve yet to remind her that at the start of the year we were told that the principal ( who is well overdue for retirement ) will do random locker checks.

I was walking to my locker this morning, and mind you it’s been 3 weeks since Year 7 started for us, so nobody has really decorated their lockers or anything. Anyway, I was walking past this girl with her locker open, and I thought I saw a picture or her dad or something, so I go back to check. Nope, girl had printed out black and white photos (note the plural) of Tom Holland SHIRTLESS and stuck them in her locker in a CATHOLIC SCHOOL. Hope she never gets her locker stuck and has to get a teacher to open it. Praying for you girl. 
          
          
          (Also, I know it was a Year 7 because the Year 7’s have seperate buildings.)

I love how my dream job is an actress yet I don’t even have the courage to talk to an employee at the supermarket 

Hi, my friend dared me to ask you if you wanted to be friends, which i COMPLETELY understand if you dont. I mean after all i am a stranger- but a dares a dare.