@phobosapollo tagged me to make a playlist that would spell my tumblr url, so here it is.
If you want to hear what houlebubo sounds like, give it a go here .
I tag @sungloves, @natantrash, @lacehearted and whoever sees this and thinks it might be fun! If you do it you’re welcome to tag me so i can listen to it!! (also it doesn’t have to be in spotify, it can be youtube, iTunes, soundcloud whatever you use)
“Know this before you give any weight to their suspicions, Natalie Renee Shields Walker: I don’t fuck women.” “And I don’t kiss heathens,” she said, in as cheeky a tone as she could manage, and Andrew wheeled back to look at her. She smiled and said, “So it’s not going to be a problem for either of us, right? We’ll have to settle for being friends.”
A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world.
Until Sam goes out for a supply run.
Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans.
Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.
The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”
Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”
For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”
You know that point were you’ve started insulting your fans by telling them they have ‘unhealthy fantasies’ about characters because they have a unique interpretation of what they’ve read because they’re readers with imaginations?
You couldn’t have worded it better? Or Better yet, left them alone?
You’re literally calling them unhealthy because they’re trying to find redeeming points in a character that you wrote as someone worthy of (at least some) redemption.