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bless everyone who leaves comments on ao3 . i wish you all the best for your entire lives

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you know what, fuck you *unkills your character*

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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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when the ao3 author is funny in the chapter notes and i get lowkey parasocial

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just because i’m not posting about it does not mean i am not thinking about it. absence of evidence is not evidence of absence

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This part-

They ruined me forever

I still haven't finished the third book but I needed to draw that scene

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guys. i really like you. it's nice to be on this dashboard together

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Reblog to give a trans man a kickass magic sword this pride month

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Completely heterosexual things: A servant knowingly drank from a poisoned goblet to save a prince and later while in a painful dying state mutters said prince’s name while the prince is off disobeying his father on a suicide mission to try find a cure for said servant

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do fic readers know that their comments actually influence the course of the story sometimes? i don't mean in a "you need to write it this way because i say so 😡" type of comment, i mean when people are asking questions or really engaging with the plot and the themes in the comments they sometimes bring up things that i didn't even think of, or dig into parts of the story that i've overlooked, or get really interested/fixated on something i was going to just kind of glance over--and it has me going 'oh wait that's actually really interesting, that's a good point' and fully adding or tweaking or changing things about the story going forward. i'm literally adding an entire additional chapter to something right now because someone's comment had me like "oh i didn't dig into that as much as i could have." you have impact!

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i just know aaron randomly called andrew's name and then didn't say anything when andrew appeared to see what he wanted. and i also know andrew occasionally showed up wherever aaron was to stare at him until he got annoyed then walked away. oh and andrew for sure kicked his foot up on the beanbag chair aaron was sitting on so his boot was right next to his head and didn't move it whenever he swatted at it and told nicky to make him put his leg down (as if nicky ever could) while andrew said "im not even touching you" and nicky who has no siblings said "well he's technically right, he's not touching you" while aaron fumed and andrew was smug. i also know that aaron used the "at least mom wanted me" argument multiple times right up until tilda died and then never used it again. andrew took great pleasure in walking into whatever room aaron was in while he was sitting/lying comfortably to cut the light on and then leave. aaron was delighted sometimes when andrew told him to get out of a room for the sole purpose of standing directly outside the threshold bc technically he wasnt in the room anymore. if andrew ever gave aaron any food, the first thing out of aaron's mouth was "what did you do to it" and andrew made sure to never answer. aaron, who was certain he was the most mature between them, would repeat things andrew said in a high-pitched voice until andrew threw various objects at his head. they were equally confused and appalled in therapy when informed that these things were not signs they hated each other, but were in fact the complete opposite.

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“I don’t like this song because I can’t relate to it” skill issue. I’m mad at my husband I love my girlfriend I’m a lone cowboy I’m growing old I’m growing up I’m depressed I love my friends I’m perpetually horny I’m drunk at the club I love my husband again