ShrimpyFiction

it's time for my annual check in to remind all of my mutuals from 2015 that I'm still alive 

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so uhhh,,,,, yeah, it seems as though my use of this account has decreased substantially.
          
          didn't mean for that, oop
          
          but eh. i just feel like none of what's on this account is anything like what im like now. it's all shitty "xD" bull from sixth grade, and smart-ass comments from the rest of middle school--not to mention the shit i would much rather like to leave here.
          
          of course, id like to continue writing, but it'd most likely be on a separate account, maybe? most of my writing is original now, and fanfiction is something i would keep strictly to this account.
          
          ah. anyways.
          
          Sorry I'm fuckin dead lol

antisocialandtrash

YOUR BACKGROUND WHAT SHOW IS THAT??

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We huddled around that coffee table littered with the wrappers of their sugar high. 
          
          
          Shrieks of excitement erupted from the couch with every cliffhanger, and the shrill noise of frustration every time a scene ended poorly- and yet they had fun.
          
          
          They threw their heads back and laughed at each other every time someone said something stupid, the effect of the caffeine and sugar they'd consumed become more and more apparent as time passed. They rested their legs on others laps, making the best of the space on the couch and yet feeling oddly comfortable. 
          
          
          It didn't feel real. 
          
          
          It felt completely and utterly fake. 
          
          
          It felt like they were in a movie. It felt faker than the show they were watching.
          
          
          But it was real. 
          
          
          And they smiled. 
          
          
          And that time was a time they never wanted to lose.