You go to your dash, scroll down to where you see the “x replied to your post blah” and then it shows the reply underneath.
You know, this thing
THEN YOU HIGHLIGHT THAT WHOLE THING
THEN YOU COPY AND PASTE IT INTO A NEW TEXT POST AND FIX THE FORMATTING A LITTLE
CHANGE IT TO THIS
BOOM YOU’RE DONE
The hardest part is getting the block quote indented part to not be dumb. You have to click on the last part of the reply that’s indented, hit enter, type some stuff, un-indent it, go to the the front of the random bit you added to un-indent it, hit enter again, and then highlight the other person’s reply and block quote it again.
That last bit was probably confusing to read, but I have no idea how to show it in a picture without having a thousand of them. But once you fiddle with it a little you figure it out.
This is one of my own favorite AUs for PruAus: “Corpse Bride”. Roderich is still a little shaken up over the fact that his new husband is dead but sure enough he’ll have to get used to it. Perhaps he’ll come around and even drink his poison to be closer by Gilbert’s side with the undead.
Hi my lovelies!! So you all know (at least I hope you do) that I hit 200 a few days ago and I’m now 4 away from 300!! What is this madness?? I love all of you so much!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️ Since I literally just did blog rates and aesthetics, any ideas on what I should do to celebrate 300? Well almost 300, but I’m hoping I get there soon!
Currently working on: Some starters/asks/replies over at @thebadtimecrew ^^
Social Activity Level: Moderate (feeling pretty chatty but will also be writing so you know haha)
Extra Extra! (Adventures Of a Caitie): For the first time in my life, a pizza that I ordered is late…how soon is too soon to call and be like “So where’s my now-free pizza, friendo?” >.> literally as I was about to post this, the damn pizza arrived. Foiled again! >~<
A kind of continuation of this post and the root of this is @typona while the one that led to me doing another semi-collab/back-and-ford/fic war (kinda) is @theangeloffate.
“Hey, Professor, you’re coming over Thursday aren’t you?” Wendy asks while watching him work on fixing the dryer.
“What’s Thursday?” Stanford asks as he picks up a screw and starts to put it in place.
He curses as he drops the screw and picks it up quickly. “I’m sorry, repeat that?”
“Thanksgiving. Grandma’s coming over and she’s bringing a ton of food.”
He hesitates to reply, but when he does it’s slow, “I don’t think that’s quite my place.”
“That’s a family gathering. I’d hate to intrude on that,” he answers.
Wendy laughs and shakes her head before her look turns into one of disbelief that she realizes he’s serious. She shakes her head and snickers a little- she can’t believe it.
“What’s so funny?” He demands.
“That you think you shouldn’t be there,” she answers.
“I shouldn’t,” he insists, “That is a time for family and you should be with them without any intrusion.”
“You wound’t be intruding because you are family, dummy” she says with a roll of her eyes. “You’ve been over here more than I care to count and you’ve helped me get better since the incident. You don’t have to be blood to be my uncle. My favorite uncle, might I add.”
A soft smile twitches into existence and he puts down the scew driver and pulls her into a one-armed hug. “I suppose I’ll come to Thanksgiving dunner.”
“Sweet.” After she pulls away she looks at the dryer. “So are you gonna hurry up with that or am I gonna have to throw one of the wet clothes at you again?”
He pales- the things she grabbed to throw at him previously had been one of her bras and her brother’s boxers and he isn’t looking forward to having that experience again.
“I’ll be right on it, hold your horses,” Stanford insists and gets back to work.