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Drowning in the sapphic angst

@shirazkindofgirl

40s, Bi, London, Totally Berena Trash.
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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

Guys I reblogged this and then wrote an 8000 word story I didn’t even have a solid plan for. Reblog this shit.

Please, great fortune cookie of writing. I beg of you.

I need this right now man!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bernie Wolfe, Cameron Dunn, Charlotte Dunn Additional Tags: Fix-it fic, what canon messes up can be fixed in fic, she's not dead, no matter what those train wreck eps would have us believe, Bernie is ours now, barns, cottages Summary:

When Cameron arrives at his mother's country home looking for some solitude, he gets far more than he expected.

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gelana78

I mean I get it, but to me that furball snuggling you and getting fur and drool and fleas everywhere is the whole point of owning a dog.

My grandmother with deep disgust regarding her relatives that make their dogs sleep outside: “Those people treat their dogs like animals!”

If the dog is regularly flea treated they aren’t going to put fleas on your couch. Let them on the couch or bed, what is wrong with you people? I’d rather have a doggie roomate than a human one.

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psa to tv writers: despite what you seem to think, people actually like seeing domestic, committed, in-love couples in stable and healthy long-term relationships 

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That Bernie/Serena Star Trek AU that I might never finish.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Henrik.” Serena opens the door to a familiar face.

“May I come in?” Hanssens asks, polished as ever in his standard Starfleet duty uniform, pips glistening in the afternoon sun, it’s nearly blinding.

Admiral Henrik Hanssen, a respected colleague and a dear friend of Serena’s steps inside a modest home tucked away at the corner of a sprawling vineyard in the north of France.

Away from everything Serena thought she’d left behind three years ago.

She ran to the stars in search of closure thinking her grief would seem small compared to the vacuum of space, only to return to her ancestral home to take on the mantle that her mother had left behind. 

“I take it you’ve not come all the way to La Barre for a social call, Henrik.” Serena guesses as much.

“I’m afraid not.”