Me after finishing a fic

It has no Sci-Twi, but still, this is how I feel after a writing frenzy during which I finished it, no fucks given, everything is on fire, and the scenes I wrote gave me a rather awkward <censored because of too much information>. I expect nothing but fire, autism, and downvotes. If I wake up tomorrow, I'm gonna give it an editing pass or something people usually do, and then we fire up. This is gonna be beautiful, beautiful shitstorm.