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who is the first david you think of when you hear the name david
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(english butler voice) Will you be making an attempt on your life this evening, sir?
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mutuals you would sit on a power line like little birds with
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I made something
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*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document
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I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”
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Baz on the phone with Simon: Turn around.
Baz: No, the other way.
Baz: Again, the other way.
Baz: Okay, one more time.
Simon: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!
Baz: I’m not there yet, but the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles amuses me.
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the USA feed keeps glitching like it’s sparing us
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@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?
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while you were studying girls i was kissing the blade
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I wish I could have the same easy friendship with the boys that I have with the girls and the theys but unfortunately society
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made by yours (un)truly
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what if i just rest my eyes for a second
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I often forget that not everyone reads gay fanfiction
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Oh, hi. Good news: I am not dead. Bad news: my spirit is perhaps just a little bit dead. Thanks @shrekgogurt and @hushed-chorus for the tags! And to everyone else who's been tagging me over the past while.
I've been too busy dealing with school's bullshit about my daughter's behavior for the past (checks watch) six weeks to have any energy to write. But! Last night I wrote 230 words for the epilogue of my Check Please fic!
Anyway, I've been feeling very much like the amalgamation of Natalie and Zadie in Finally, (already, always) that I'll be honest, I've always known I was writing them as. For a snippet of my life, please read the two following snippets from that WIP:
Natalie:
Simon's teachers call us up to say he's a nuisance in class, but they can never say what he's done. Is he loud? (No.) Does he throw things? (No.) Has he hit anyone? (No.) Does he speak out of turn? (No.) No, no, no. He's just a nuisance, Mrs. Stephenson-Shaw. (Ms. Shaw, actually.) He's disruptive. He has to go to the office. He's risking expulsion. He's seven. Just a boy. Thin shoulders, long back, freckles, blue eyes and a smile. A tumble of energy and adoration and enthusiasm. He's my Simon. He's stories by the window, and sitting on the floor next to his bed stroking his back as he falls asleep. He's chasing after ducks in the park, climbing trees, and an overwhelming enthusiasm for knights and dragons.  I love him every way I can find. Every day I find more. I'm spilling over with love for him and aside from Zadie, no one seems to be able to see it: the things we love. The ways he's loveable.
Zadie:
I wonder if he might have seemed trustworthy. If he'd been subtle, if he'd been politic, would I have seen the monster as readily?  "We will talk with Simon about it. And we can tour the school. And if he's interested, then we'll consider it." He purses his lips. "A tour will be difficult," he says. "It is impossible for a non-magical person to enter the gates of Watford." Of course. Well, it's as good a demand as any to finish the conversation with. "Well then, I suggest that you find a way to let prospective and current students' parents visit the school, or the answer will definitely be no." I stand up and start towards the door. Nat stands and starts down the stairs. We fall in together, present a united front as I usher to David Cadwallader out of our home.  "I'll be in touch ," he says.
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