99.9999999% of the messages I get are so wonderful about my ongoing recovery and are extremely understanding of my slow progress with putting out new work.
But there's always that 0.01% of assholes who feel entitled to tell me shit like, "If you really wanted to get it done, you would," and then I have to stop writing to hide their bodies.
You ever think about how Arthur was still wearing his gloves, when he and Merlin collapsed together in that field and he asked him to just hold him, so he did not get to touch Merlin’s hand, skin-on-skin one last time before he passed?
Wilbur: Who's the lucky- who's the lucky lady, who's Missa, what's she like?
Phil: It's a dude. *laughs*
Wilbur: Phil, you didn't tell me you were bi, and also polyamorous.
Phil: Definitely not.
Wilbur: What does Kri- what does Kristin think of your- of your... husband?
Phil: SHE'S NOT CANON IN THIS UNIVERSE! And we- and it's not like that, it's not like that- it's uh, we're- it's platonic, we're just dude's hanging out protecting an egg-
everytime i watch anything that has paul mcgann in it i always sit there afterwards thinking what a fucking tragedy it was that he never got seasons as the doctor.