i've been fiddling with the title of this fic for ages and i've yet to find something better so WHATEVER here's the cover art for the fic i Swear I'm Redrafting It's Just A Really Big Fic,
I got the *weirdest* comment on My Dearest Inej on Wattpad today, and it’s sending me into a bit of a tailspin. Someone was like “why are people hating on this?! 😄” and, like, y’all — from way up here, I’ve always seen the response to this fic as generally positive? People are hating on this?? Huh? Where? What people?? Why are we giving them airtime???
I’m pretty sure I prefer to not know the answers to these questions. Also I have no idea how to respond to this. Friends, don’t comment this stuff on fics. This is not the compliment you think it is. Now I gotta spend this morning getting the idea out of my head that somewhere out there is a My Dearest Inej hate community.
Fandom: The Haunting of Bly Manor
Pairings: Dani Clayton/Jamie, Dani Clayton & Jamie
Rating: T
Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Library, Fluff, Light Angst, Ft. Swooning & Flirting
Wordcount: 1,227
Summary: “Does Hannah know you read when you’re at work?” Jamie asks, nodding to the book on the trolley. It’s meant to be teasing, but Jamie is nervous–why is she nervous–and her voice is harsher than intended. She cringes internally as the woman’s face falls.
Library AU.
Read on Ao3
Ted Lasso Prompt: Rebecca has a migraine, and Ted (or Roy) looks after her. (Or vice versa, or Keeley/Roy).
never forget that edward cullen once asked another guy to fuck his wife
Me: This work of media is too intense and upsetting for me to deal with and so I will walk away
Me, months later: Well I’ll just check in with it
Me: *spends the next hour or so overly engaged and upset*
I have just come off a 28hr shift in which I spent most of the time dealing with police officers so pls keep me in your thoughts and prayers
The feeling when you realise you've missed Teslen Appreciation Week...
have seen death
his hands, his eyes
gilded, ripped, sodden
i hear the sirens
i hear the bells
have seen a silver dove
wingless
i looked at his eyes
asked him where he was
ten years ago
when i begged
cried
to him to come
for the first time
i hear the sirens
i hear the bells
today i am trying to simultaneously run the store, serve customers, take down sale racks and train a summer temp
I remember when I first commented on a post on here and started having heart palpitations.
