In the society that we live in today we are often pressured to change ourselves to fit certain standards and ideals and often cause us to lose our originality. Don’t allow the opinions of others get to you and make you feel like you have to change who you are in order to feel or be accepted by others. You were born an original, don’t allow others to take that from you because you’re amazing just the way you are and the opinions of others shouldn’t dictate your life.
My ability to proofread increases by 1000% after I hit “Submit”.
this is often because when you’ve submitted something (like fanfiction to ao3) it will be in a different font, size and framing than in your word processor. The text will look different in the new environment so your brain stops skipping what looks familiar (like a typo that has been there since the beginning).
So, tip: revise your work in a different font and size. I guarantee you’ll catch more typos and mistakes than otherwise.
For all my writers (ones I follow and the ones that thankfully follow me)
6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
7: Where did the title come from?
8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
11: What do you like best about this fic?
12: What do you like least about this fic?
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
Adam went to sleep alone for first time in nearly seven
months, shivering as the coldness that Nigel usually kept away came across the
back of his neck and over his pajama shirt. He held the blanket closer to him,
his eyes pressed tightly together as he struggled for sleep, remembering
Nigel’s text that he’d ‘be home late’ with no explanation.
He woke to a kiss on his cheek, a warm whisper, “Adam, wake
up,” as he struggled against Nigel’s shaking.
“I’m sleeping, it’s nighttime Nigel. I’m too tired for sex.”
A kiss to his chin, “Not sex, darling, wake up. I have a
surprise.”
Adam blinked, staring at him with a glare. “Tell me
tomorrow.”
Nigel pressed his lips to Adam’s ear and whispered, “Look
up,” gently pushing him onto his back.
Adam gasped at what was above him.
Stars.
Lots and lots of stars.
He was wide awake now, sitting up as he stared and he felt
Nigel kiss his neck.
“You like them?”
“Yes. It’s beautiful,” he looked at Nigel, “When did you do
this?”
“While you slept,” Nigel kissed his mouth lightly, “I felt
awful, Star, but it’s not a surprise if you’re aware of it. You wouldn’t leave
the house today, despite my telling you a million reasons to.”
Adam frowned, “The pandas in the zoo showing off their baby
is not something I wanted to see.”
Nigel’s hand came around his back and pulled Adam close to
him, the warmth settling there making him snuggle closer. “Obviously. If I’d
known of a star exhibit I would’ve fucking taken you there, but I couldn’t find
a damn thing worth seeing.”
“You told me to go look at the birds. I hate birds, they’re
noisy and dirty.”
Nigel kissed behind his ear, “You love me,” he teased, “I’m
quite noisy and very, very dirty.”
I paused the episode and needed to lie down for ten minutes because Hannibal swooning over Will in the light of the fireplace and comparing them to Achilles and Patroclus is perhaps the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.
This one scene successfully out-gayed anything I have ever witnessed across any and all film and literary canons and also my own life. I could live for decades and never be this gay no matter how hard I try.
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