I need a fic like this ☹️

"Did you hear? Malfoy's transferring to Durmstrang!"

Harry Potter stops in the middle of the corridor, his heart pounding in his chest. That ... that can't be right. It must be a mistake. Malfoy wouldn't just....

"I heard his mother considers it--"

Harry doesn't wait around to hear what Malfoy's mum thinks of Durmstrang or why she wants to transfer her son to the other school. He rushes right past the gossiping fourth-year Slytherins.

"Harry, don't run in the corridors or I'll have to take points!" Hermione Granger calls after him.

"Oi! What's wrong, mate?" Ron Weasley yells after him.

Harry doesn't stop to answer his best friends. He can't. He doesn't understand why his chest feels tight, like he can't breathe. His school robes flap behind him almost as dramatically as Professor Snape's do as he races down the corridor.

He dodges past students and skids around one corner before launching himself recklessly down a staircase. It begins moving just moments after he starts down it, nearly sending him spilling. If he weren't so accustomed to adjusting his balance for Quidditch, he would have tumbled bum-over-tea-kettle down the staircase.

He's sweating slightly and panting with exertion when he abruptly halts at the entrance to the corridor Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson always patrol on their Prefect rounds at this time of day.

"Oi! Malfoy! You can't be serious. Durmstrang? Really?" His heart crawls up inside his throat as his cheeks burn. "Are you seriously just going to leave? What about Hogwarts?"

Malfoy has been a thorn in Harry's side since Diagon Alley, since the Hogwarts Express, where Harry refused to shake his hand, since Harry repeated "Not Slytherin!" over and over until the Sorting Hat placed him in Gryffindor. They've been ... rivals for years. If Malfoy leaves, if the thorn is plucked from his side, why does it feel like his heart will slip out of the hole left behind?

Malfoy stares over his shoulder with an expression of baffled condescension.

"Oh!" Parkinson gasps softly, her gaze darting between Harry and Malfoy.

Harry hates that soft, little "oh" because it implies that Malfoy's transfer was meant to be a secret. He ... after all of these years, after everything, he never planned to tell Harry that he was leaving.

It feels like betrayal, even though Malfoy doesn't owe him anything.

Malfoy's gray eyes narrow slightly as he peruses Harry. His lips widen into a smug grin when Harry feels his ears start to burn with the force of his blush. He doesn't even know why he's blushing, exactly, but he can't stop.

He can barely hear what Malfoy says next over the thundering of his own heartbeat in his ears.

"I mean, Mother was only considering it but seeing you like this, I might as well give her the greenlight," Draco says and chuckles with an extra spark of smugness in his voice.

Harry's heart lurches in his chest. It ... it was only under consideration? And Harry's reaction to the news is what just now convinced Malfoy to tell his mum he wants to transfer to Durmstrang? No! That's-- It can't be Harry's fault that Malfoy is leaving. It can't--

"Well then, see you next year ... or not. Bye Potter," Malfoy says as if he doesn't care if he'll ever see Harry again.

Harry's hands shake. This isn't what he wanted! How can--?

"At least there I won't have to see your hideous face around the halls," Malfoy drawls.

A pang shoots through Harry's chest. Does ... does Malfoy really think Harry is hideous?

"Don't tell me you're going to miss me, Scarhead. I certainly won't," Draco states before spinning on his heel with an absurd amount of elegance and continuing on his rounds with Parkinson.

Harry lurches after them, about to object, say something, do something, anything. He doesn't know what, exactly, but he can't let this happen. He has to do something.

He's reaching for Malfoy's shoulder when he hears Parkinson snidely mutter, "Draco, you're blushing."

He is?

Harry's gaze darts to the shell of Malfoy's right ear, which peeks out through his flaxen hair. It's pink and growing pinker every second.

"I most certainly am not! Don't be ridiculous, Pansy!" Malfoy says with only the slightest of breaks in his tone to reveal he's blatantly lying.

Parkinson scoffs.

"The weather is just ... hot," Malfoy says.

Harry stares at the back of the prat's head in disbelief. It's been raining all week. Everyone has been wearing their winter uniforms to class even though it isn't winter. Malfoy is even wearing his full robes on patrol. It's such a pathetic lie that Harry almost can't believe Malfoy spoke it.

"And don't get me wrong back there. I would never agree to attend that barbaric school," Malfoy says before Parkinson can do more than shake her head and sigh.

The tightness in Harry's chest eases. Malfoy isn't leaving. He's staying right here at Hogwarts where he belongs.

As Malfoy turns the corner with Parkinson, Harry can just make out the words, "It was just to fool that idiot Potter."

Harry puts his head in his hands and groans. He is an idiot. Not for believing Malfoy was transferring to Durmstrang, but for taking this bloody long to realize he fancies Malfoy.

He shoves his hands through his hair and tugs on it sharply.

"I fancy Draco Malfoy."

It feels hugely overwhelming to put a name to the emotions surging inside of him. But Harry has never been a coward. He's more than earned his Gryffindor Sorting over the years.

He spins on his heel, marches back the way he came, remembering the attractive flush on the shell of Malfoy's ear, and prepares himself to wage war.

After all, it won't be easy to seduce a Slytherin.

I’d love to see more of this

Don’t cry don’t cry DON’T CRY DON’T CRY DON’T—

Goddammit.

Yeah no but seriously. Read it.

Holy fuck that twist.

That is some fine writing.

Oh… OH wow.

Source

Great twist. Well done!

The Ring: If I had a quarter for every time a hobbit picked me up, I’d have two quarters.  The Ring: Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

Of all the bearers of Sauron’s ring, 4 of them were hobbits.

I was wrong. It’s 5. Not 4

The lineage of ring bearers is as follows.

I love how Deagol counts as a ring bearer even though he had it in his possession for all of like five seconds

He held it for the rest of of his life!

[Image description: Tweet by @banalplay saying “but something happened then that the ring did not intend. it was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable: a hobbit, the same fuckin thing that just had it for like 500 years.” End Image Description.] Link to original here. Otherwise reblogging for the final rb there, which made me cackle.

From the ring’s perspective:

1. Home, the finger of my creator and other self.

2. Well, I don’t like it but I can work with this. Cause some trouble, get some revenge, find my way home, this is fine.

3. What the fuck is you?

4. Right personality, wrong species, I don’t know what you are but I hate you and I don’t know why you’re so resistant to my powers.

5. NO NO NO there are goblins everywhere how did I find another one of THESE horrible things. This one’s even more resistant than the last one and also disgustingly nice. I suffer.

6. Listen, I’ll cooperate, just get me the fuck out of this hellhole full of small cheerful people my power doesn’t work on properly. No, not like that. I hate you. Please stop. 

7. FUCK

8. (Frodo again) I still hate you with every molecule of my mortal form but at least you’re not number seven. Think I’m starting to get through finally. 

9. (Smeagol again) YES it’s you I actually missed you now get me back to the Master and NO FUCK NO I HATE YOOOOUUUUU…. *fzt* 

you CHAIN The One Ring?! you chain it like the prisoner?! oh! OH! trauma! deep psychological trauma for hobbits for One Thousand Years!

And here I didn’t think we could top Deagol holding the ring for the rest of his life I am so glad for these additions

I’m glad we’re all in agreement that the Thot Ring has no power over the simple, hardworking hobbit

Clever ring has no power over himbo hobbit. When you are so smart that you outsmart yourself.

Priceless 🤣

The Order of The Avengers 2022 Calendar

May I interest you in a calendar inspired by my AU, The Order of The Avengers (here and here) ? 😄

The calendar will be available next week on Tuesday December 28th. It will :

I hope you will enjoy it! See you next Tuesday and Happy Holidays.

This post just made my year! 🔥❤️

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH

I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click

And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”

So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is

“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”

I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:

“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”

I accidentally called the director of the FBI.

My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.

This is my new favourite story.

When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.

There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server. 

The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors. 

During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”

So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound. 

I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.

So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…

“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”

It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.

There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.

The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring. 

Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.

But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.

Seriously, this is legit.

In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted.

Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line.

And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no.

And then, it got better.

For real.

So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.

Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport

No okay THAT is adorable and I’m queueing this for next December.

These are great stories

Fandom:

Adults: *create a space for other adults*

Minors*: *come into that space* 

Minors: this isn’t a safe space for kids!!

Adults: …..uhh no, it’s not.

Minors: why are you personally attacking me personally?

Adults: ….????????………… 

Minors: I know you want to fuck children

Me: *looks at fic with one character that’s in his 40′s and another that’s in his 50′s, with no children in sight* 

Me: ………please get out of my house

(I still get a lot of responses to this post calling me a pedo and I am t i r e d of this bottom-of-the-barrel quality discourse)

* this obviously doesn’t apply to all minors, and to all those minors (like me, when I was your age!) that manage to enjoy and participate in fandom without calling everyone a pedophile, I appreciate you.

Adults: we want to write/draw porn of these fictional adult characters.

Minors: that’s not appropriate for children.

Adults: yep! that’s why it’s tagged as explicit and has a warning for mature content and also is tagged for various sex acts in case you’re not into that.

Minors: that type of content makes me uncomfortable.

Adults: we totally get that but that’s why the tags and warnings are on it.

Adults: look you even have to agree:

Adults: so if you’re not into that type of thing then you can just skip over it.

Minors: it make me uncomfortable.

Adults: ……then… don’t… read it?

Minors: no. 

Minors: you should stop writing it.

Adults: no.

JUST FUCKING SAYING

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. If you’re old enough to be using the internet unsupervised, then you’re old enough to be learn how to avoid content that upsets you. Adult fans and content creators are not here to be your babysitters.

This is all there is to say. If you can’t read and use tags as they’re supposed to then get the hell out of fanfic / fan art sites!!

Pigeon steals poppies from the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Australian War Memorial, Canberra, Australia in order to build a nest beside a stained glass window.

@birdblogwhichisforbirds

@snitling EXACTLY

This is two pigeons, pigeons nest in bonded pairs (notice the first one is checked and its mate on the nest is barred). Usually they don’t make nests nearly so big but I guess if you have the materials, go for it.

The nest is so unusually big because the vast majority is a platform to keep the actual nest (just that tiny ring in the corner around the bird sitting in it) cushioned from the anti bird spikes.

This is a work of beautiful defiance.

Using the very thing installed to make just a moment’s rest impossible as structural supports for an immovably stable nursery.

The symbolism achieved by these pigeons is better than some writers can hope for and I love it!

From the nest on the bird repellent spikes to the fact that those spikes are along the stained glass windows of a church, a place associated with sanctuary and compassion. The fact that the nest is made of stolen poppies for remembrance day hits the hardest though. Of the 54 animals to be awarded the Dickin Medal for acts of gallantry during WW2, 32 of them were pigeons. These were messengers who flew through battlefields and across borders, many of whom were killed or severely injured by enemy forces including gunfire and trained falcons. Many of their achievements saved the lives of hundreds of soldiers, and yet now their descendants are faces with anti-bird spikes, shooting and poisoning in an attempt to rid the cities from the rats with wings. I love this picture because it feels like they’re taking back just a little bit of that credit owed to them. 

Reblogging for this beautiful addition.

The most stunning symbolism I ever saw

These tweets are from Dara Kass. She's an MD. Please take her advice on how to deal with this current situation. Read. Take notes. Memorize it. And protect yourselves.

All of you.

To any women in Texas…. Read and memorize this!!!

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

not even risking that shit

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol

man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this 

I don’t play that shit lol sorry

WHyyyy

Sorry everyone

If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only

Shiddd

this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!

It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr

I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES

LMAOOOO

Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~

One time I didn’t and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card

Oh hell nah I can’t even risking it I’ll reblog this rn

I dont even joke with it

Guys…

I trust this old ass woman with my life

Just in case

Just to be safe

hades isn’t a badass. hades named his three-headed-guard-of-the-underworld-dog spot. hades whispers to his flowers to make them grow. hades grows fruit. there’s no sun in the underworld.

hades isn’t a badass. stop saying this false thing

#hades probably double knots his laces

In myth, Hades’ most remarked upon traits are 1) how responsible/reliable he is, 2)how sober-minded he is, 3)how dedicated, implacable, and long-remembering he is, and 4)how boring and grim most of the other Olympians think he is to be around. Oh and notably, that if you play him a song he likes, he’ll basically give you anything you ask for(though not without conditions).

Hades is, canonically, a gigantic nerd. If they’d had trainsets, he’d have been the Olympian who collected trainsets, meticulously corrected with exacto knife and hobby-paints the errors toy-makers introduced to those trainsets, and then endlessly talked about those trainsets to anyone sat next to him at Thanksgiving Dinner :| When he wasn’t trying to rope them into an interminable discussion about gardening or divine law, that is :| :| He’s the sort of god who frequently handed out punishment like giving someone a million-piece puzzle where every piece is shaped the same, that resets itself at the start of every day if you don’t complete it, and then he keeps the last piece on his person at all times as a secret private joke for eternity because he finds you personally distasteful(not even because he’s mad at you or hates you particularly; he just doesn’t like you as a person) :| :| :| He is. A Gigantic. Nerd.

He’s also like one of the only gods who is faithful to his wife. And he listens to her like when she asks for a soul to be released and he’s like “But honey, the rules.” And she just gives him that look and he goes “Yes dear,” and lets the soul go with the easiest freaking instructions ever in a myth. And the human still fucks it up. Not his fault Persephone, not Hades’ fault this time. Essentially, Hades is sorta like the accountant suburban dad who collects really specific figurines and gets really grumpy when people mess up his lawn. Do you know how hard his wife worked on those roses? He is calling his attorney. Oh wait, he is also an attorney.   

Filed under: Favorite Myths

Everybody knows it’s Persephone that you’ve got to watch out for. 

I love this post every time I see it.

THIS IS MY FAV MYTHOLOGY POST EVER

Autistic King and Chaotic Queen

This is why I love Hades

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

it’s fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like it’s such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. it’s a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, it’s a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when it’s on in public. it’s bittersweet to think about freddie’s legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because he’s a part of so many people’s good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.

Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends

every time i see this post i’m reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony

like, what other song can make that claim?

Some of the highlights of that video include:

Only days before my state went into lockdown, “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on in the restaurant kitchen I’d just been hired at and, no shit, every single worker in that little diner started singing along. Me (the only queer afaik), the manager, all the other kitchen workers, the dishwasher up front, the two people on the counter, all but two of the men over 30. Just belting out Freddie Mercury at the top of their lungs. And you can bet when “sometimes I wish I’d never been born at all” came around, we every single one of us ramped up the intensity and basically made sure Freddie could hear us in the afterlife.

There’s only one word for Bohemian Rhapsody: ICONIC 🌟🔥

its fun to draw cats when you dont know cat anatomy 

They look normal to me

cats don’t know what anatomy is either

Cats are fluid

The Order of The Avengers (Part 2) - (2021)

A couple of months ago, I asked my followers what kind of Avengers fan art they wanted to see from me and they voted at 81% for the “Medieval / Heroic Fantasy AU” option. Here’s the result, I hope you’ll enjoy it! A big thank you to @vegetamochi​ who came up with the title. (Nb: this is an art project, there’s no fic to go with it)

PART 1 IS AVAILABLE HERE

The second set of fabulous artworks

The Order of The Avengers (Part 1) - (2021)

A couple of months ago, I asked my followers what kind of Avengers fan art they wanted to see from me and they voted at 81% for the “Medieval / Heroic Fantasy AU” option. Here’s the result, I hope you’ll enjoy it! ♥ A big thank you to @vegetamochi who came up with the title. (Nb: this is an art project, there’s no fic to go with it)

PART 2 IS AVAILABLE HERE

Absolutely gorgeous artwork

People keep requesting to add my fic to collections and I don’t know if they know this, and I don’t know if people who allow their own stories know this, but once you add your story to a collection, the owner of the collection can perform fuckery with your story.

Like, I’m REALLY glad that collections exist, and I’ve put my work into some collections when I made those things specifically for those collectuons. Collections are a useful tool for things like bangs, where the stories need to be hidden until the reveal….. but that also means that the person in charge has the ability to hide your works from the public. Like, without you agreeing, because you already “agreed” to that by submitting to the collection. Which means works you previously had available suddenly disappear from where people can find them.

What I’m saying is please stop random requests to random people to be in your random collections. I know you probably don’t have ill intentions, but there’s no way to tell. And if you’re getting requests to be part of random collections, please be aware that if you approve them, you won’t be the only one in control of some elements of your posted stories, including whether or not they “exist” to the average reader. If they mark the collection as “unrevealed,” you story stops being accessible to the public. And they have the option to mark the collection “anonymous” which I’m pretty sure turns the author from being You to being Anonymous.

And I say all of this because I have seen this happen to people. I have had friends whose stories “disappeared” because they approved a random collection invite and the collection owner turned everything “unrevealed” (likely without even knowing or understanding that it would hide it for EVERYONE not just hide the collection so no one would see they had it, it’s not like a private bookmark). And while I haven’t seen anyone do this maliciously (at least none I can prove) I can see where it could be USED maliciously. So please, just be careful out there.

I wish AO3 had a way to auto decline collection invites- they gave us a way to auto-accept, so I don’t understand why the opposite isn’t true. If I wanted my story to be part of a collection, I’d submit it myself.

Uhh okay, so someone replied to this that they didn’t know how to remove a work from a collection. 

Copy and past the following link, and where it says “yourusernamehere” type in your AO3 pseud.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/yourusernamehere/collection_items?approved=true

This should take you to a page where your works that have been approved for collections resides. You can remove your works from collections by selecting “rejected” instead from the drop down menus.

If the direct link doesn’t work: go to your AO3 dashboard, click “collections” on the side bar, click “manage collected items” button at the top right, click “approved” button at the top right, and you’ll be at the right page to remove your works from collections.

hey! so from someone who tried her hand at making a collection to collect fics centered around a specific theme, I found out a super cool thing! you can create collections of bookmarks.

want to add a fic you love to that super-specific collection you made for Fics With Werewolves Set In London? bookmark it and add the bookmark to your collection! 

no fuss, no muss, no permission required from the author (since it’s YOUR bookmark), no chance of fucking up their fic (since it’s YOUR bookmark), presto chango, you have a collection that rocks but doesn’t rock a poor fic writer’s boat!

Thank you for this info, this is very valuable (and relieving) knowledge.

So please, as readers, this is a MUCH BETTER option!!

I…did not know any of this, and my work is in some collections. Thank you.

This post is going around right now, but with outdated info. Since I made this post, AO3 updated collections so that now if a collection changes status (goes anon or hidden) the authors of all the works in it will receive an email notification with instructions on how to remove themselves from the collection if this was done against their will.

The above is STILL good info to have about how collections work, especially for people that make them to be aware of what they’re doing (and you should still make bookmark collections if you’re just using it for yourself), but authors no longer have to worry that these things will occur with no notification.

Useful information for writers!!!

I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie

Ok but the other one is purring so hard

If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead

Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) - they are still classified as Lesser Cats.

Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.

YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THAT AND NOT PROVIDE A VIDEO

I HAVE REALISED MY MISTAKE AND SHALL RECTIFY IT:

Cheeps.

Oh my god

I’m dead now

MURDER KITTEN SOUNDS LIKE A CHICKEN PEEPER

What happened to being the ferocious animal it’s claimed to be?? 🤣

a-candle-for-sherlock‌:

Something I’ve found being the commenter in this situation… They worry when you stop too. I’ve more than once been confronted with the fact I am Known and Acknowledged when an author’s been like ‘Oh thank goodness, you didn’t comment last chapter I thought you were sick of it’. I’ve also had authors hyped to hear from me if I’ve returned to a fandom after disappearing for a while. I’ve had one ask if I was ok because I disappeared for a while.  They know you and they love you. 

Can confirm my wife has a favorite commenter, when they leave a new comment on something she’s written I get ‘BABE BABE BABE COME HEAR I GOT A COMMMENT FROM X’ and I hustle to hear her read it out loud to me, her eyes shining the whole time, her whole body vibrating with joy, blushing her head off and smiling from ear to ear.  She reads them and rereads them and I can always tell by the look on her face.  Every comment from a favorite commenter is a love letter and listen friends you are loved in return.  

She speculates about what Favorite Commenter will think of things in the new chapter, if they’ll guess new twists coming up in the plot, if they’ll like how she works in a new character or a rarepair in the b plot of the story.  She talks about her hopes that Favorite Commenter will enjoy a new story she’s working on.  She says things like ‘Favorite Commenter was said something about Y and it’s not actually where I’m going, but it’s given me a new idea…’  Every comment from a favorite commenter is an inspiration, and they are writing for you.

And honestly, from my experience, having a favorite commenter can keep you writing even when you don’t have the emotional wherewithal to write for yourself.  A lot of people advise authors to write for themselves and to heck with anyone else, but there are times you can’t.  For years, I didn’t write for myself–I wrote for my favorite commenter.  It meant that was the only person who saw a lot of my writing.  But it also meant that I didn’t stop.  

Don’t ever hesitate to tell someone how much you love their writing or why.

Accurate. Again. 😂😂

@bairnsidhe @lark-cale @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @backwardsandinhighheels @seleneaduial @caturguin @hhhellcat @biblioworm @lucdarling @sergeantsexface

Favorite writers feel like family for me. And I’m always happy to see new work from them. I love you dear hearts.