I can’t wait for the day when I roll over in the arms of the love of my life, admiring the way the morning sun catches the diamond rings on our hands, and lights up her sleeping beauty. I can’t wait to hear the pounding of little feet on the hallway outside our bedroom door and a tiny voice yelling “mommy wake up!” I can’t wait to hear her grumble in annoyance and tell me “go get your kid babe” because when our child is being bad it’s automatically mine. I can’t wait to wake up earlier than her and cook her breakfast because I know she doesn’t like mornings, but waking up to coffee and a kiss makes her smile. I can’t wait to surprise her with flowers just because I love her. I can’t wait to have that someday… To know that we made it.
“You didn’t call me. I am a neurosurgeon, I could have saved him. And you didn’t call me. Who contacted you first? The police? The paramedics? How far away was the hospital? How long were you sitting there waiting for them to declare him brain-dead? How many hours later was it before I was even informed? How many chances did you have when you could have called me? Why didn’t you call me?“
The story was originally going to stop at chapter 8 when we were talking about the plot, and because of jerks who were hassling her for how popular the story was (which was stressing her out) - she was gunna wrap it up and you wouldn’t have had anymore.
She decided to write more FOR FUN and because her nice fans were so awesome. Any chapter you get from chapter 9 on is a favor she’s doing you, not something you are owed.
Taylor’s REAL LIFE remains more important. She has a job now that she desperately needed and needs to keep, and she has commissions and original stories and other things she wants to work on. What YOU want her to work on does not matter unless she asks for your preference.
DO NOT message an author/artist with rude “encouragement” to work on the story you like - it makes you an asshat and it REDUCES motivation to do the thing because who wants to make assholes happy? Fuck off and wait. There are plenty of other fanfics to read in the meantime.
You want to ENCOURAGE an author to work on a story? Send them messages about how much you liked it, your favorite bit, or draw fan art of the story. But know that doing one of those things does not ENTITLE you to it. They could never update it again and you would not have been wronged, because it is a free thing that they are GIVING to you.
Same goes for @miraculer / @caprette and her fic Boutique, which she has clearly said she has lost motivation for and will probably not be continuing. Sometimes that happens. Deal. You aren’t entitled to shit. If you want new content that badly GO WRITE OR DRAW SOME. If you can’t do that, sit the fuck down and be patient.
I guess I should have said something. Anything. I mean, for a guy who wants to be a writer, it suddenly seemed like no words had ever been written. But when someone tells you that they somehow stopped missing you, you’re pretty much screwed no matter what you say. See, but there had to be something, right? Something that no one had ever said in the history of the world, something that could change this? … That wasn’t it.
Another thing I will never be over is how Riza loses it when Lust tells her she killed Roy. Like… the cool, calm, unflappable Riza Hawkeye I had seen for 18 episodes straight up just breaks down, sobbing and crying.
She never does it again for the rest of the series. There’s just that one moment and that’s it. It was just so unnerving in a way seeing that, but so powerful too.