Local ciders, fresh greens, ground beef from up the road on pizza with cheese from the coop made in the Northern California town these two live in. Food accentuates the circles that connect us. And how about those smiles at my dinner table (on a chilly spring night by the fire)? Gosh, life is good. #fbf
I’m beginning to suspect that there are just a few comments on my longer fics that I’ll never get to.
And that pisses me off beyond belief because *bites desk* guh. I don’t like leaving them unanswered, but some of them have been sitting there for over a month and answering them now might just be a little weird.
Especially when some of the comments are from people I’ve answered later comments for already.
Do I stay or do I go now? Oh do I stay or do I gooo.
New rule for any future long fics: immediately answering the fucking comments. Pray to God none of them get popular. I’ll probably have a panic attack.
you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”
and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?
and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?
what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.