Martin: I’ve Been Dropping Them The Most Insanely Obvious Hints For Like A Year Now. No Response.

I don’t think you understand how much it hurts to know I’ll never be able to make something as great as the stories I love

"Gwendolyn Bouchard evil this, Gwendolyn Bouchard evil that"

Stfu

That woman is a wet cat with no self preservation, she looks at a horrific abomination and asks if it can read- my girl has no idea what the fuck she is doing.

I would not even question if she was only doing this because she wanted lena's job, she doesn't give a shit about supernatural stuff but rather she just hates Lena that much. Before you tell me how unrealistic it is, it's not, she is absolutely that petty.

I'm not okay I'm not fucking okay

Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!

May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.

Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

Something about Bix and Cassian's kid growing up in a world without a deathstar. Something about their son only knowing what few memories his mom can tell before needing to be excused. Something about him growing angry at Cassian for leaving them. Something about him letting his anger slip. Something about Bix sternly sitting their son at the table and finally sharing what happened. What Cassian did, what she did. Something about Bix squeezing their son's hands as she firmly speaks through the tears in her throat. “He would have chased us to the corners of the universe to be together. If you're angry, be angry at me. I never gave him the choice to choose you.” Something about their kid being quiet, about him unable to look at his mother as he speaks “Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be my dad?” Something about them holding each other, both acutely aware of the space Cassian should be. “I have asked myself that everyday”

hey, sasha.

i stole the audio from a tiktok but the og sound is from here !!

Ncuti rly just rocked up trouserless, played a high-stakes game of catch, told his younger self to get some fucking therapy, cloned the Tardis (HELLO?), and left to go clubbing. Iconic behaviour. No notes.

boop unto others as you would have them boop unto you

I wanted to meme before the big day.

Not yet, Brutus.. not yet..