dearmissvee
DearMissVee
History and literature lover. Binge-watching professional. Find me on Ao3 or ff.net as DearMissV! I write things occasionally. Asks always welcome!
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I am not okay.
my friend : what are u doing rn?
me : recovering from episode 6 of bodyguard
my friend : what
me :
my friend : are u ok?
me : no?
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Drafts of comment responses I will never send
aka what I really mean when I say, “thank you, I’m so glad you liked it! <3,” an incomplete list
Marry me.
This makes me want to claw my own face off and eat it, but like, in a good way.
That “heart-eyes motherfucker” gif, but projected simultaneously onto every billboard in Times Square
You’re clearly delusional but I’m into it.
As we speak a tattoo artist is inking your words onto my lower back so they will be a part of me forever. The pain is excruciating.
not to be weird but i would crawl through boiling pitch for you
Let’s move to Reno and rob a casino together.
That is so sweet that I just had three successive panic attacks over the idea of trying to fulfill your hypothetical expectations.
*sobbing into the microphone as the tuesday night karaoke audience looks on in horror and consternation* AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES AND I WOULD WAL
Through your kind remarks, I have ascended to a higher plane of existence; lacking corporeal form I will sadly be unable to finish the story in this medium but will attempt to beam the remaining plot directly into your dreams through a series of dire portents symbologists will take decades to fully decipher
u ever want someone to help u dispose of a body lmk i got 20 gallons of industrial strength drain cleaner and nothing left to lose
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Oh look, it’s me
me to the author when I'm reading angst: I'm in hell and you're satan!
also me:
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Being a dumpster fire for Keeley Hawes isn’t a hobby, it’s a way of life
Keeley Hawes: To be honest, I’m surprised that anybody watches anything I’m in! It always feels like a miracle.
Me: *has watched Bodyguard, The Durrells, Upstairs Downstairs, Traitors, and Mrs. Wilson in the last month*
Me: You’re kidding, right?
#keeley hawes#i am a dumpster fire#like a literal trashcan#keeley clare julia hawes#bodyguard#the durrells#traitors
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Me every time I open Ao3
Sir, that is my emotional support self-indulgent fanfiction
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“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
— Andrea Gibson
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Oh please I want this so badly
I want to move to London or Edinburgh or just some where in the UK. I want rain and cold days. I want old architecture and old libraries. I want to sit in cozy candle lit rooms curled up with a book and folk music floating through the air. I know I romanticize it all too much , but god that’s all I want.
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I am not okay
- Adhiti
#the things they deserve#julia montague#david budd#keeley hawes#richard madden#bodyguard bbc#bodyguard#david x julia
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Can I please please please have a spin-off series? Or a prequel that focuses on their time in India? Honestly I’ll take anything
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hearts of stone crumble to dust
For @0ctoberf1rst and @bethrosem as their prompts were similar, Spiros/Louisa run into each other after 3x08
Louisa isn’t sure how she got to the cliff exactly.
She remembers going for a walk because one of the houseguests accidentally sent one of the pelicans free, which resulted in Gerry causing a riot until they were once again found and safely returned to their enclosure. After the whole ordeal had been dealt with, she found the house altogether too small with the man and Gerry still arguing about how animals should be kept, and found that she no longer had any private space inside of it – not that she had much of it before anyways.
So, she’d left, thankful for the afternoon breeze as she strolled away from the stuffy house and tried to clear her head a little. She hadn’t had any time to process anything in the past few weeks because she had been busy trying to find the English visitors guest houses and then ended up putting up the few who were left in her attic. At least she had made some money from it, which is something that she’ll never complain about.
She finds herself treading the familiar path to the cliff before she even realises where she had been going, deciding that the rock was a good a place as any to sit for a while and clear her thoughts, she marched closer.
But it seemed that she was not alone.
Keep reading
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Me: I’m strong and independent. I don’t need love to be happy!
Also me: If a tall, rich, and handsome man doesn’t walk across a field in the early morning mist to tell me that I have bewitched him body and soul soon I might have to do something drastic
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Sorry to all my Cranford fic readers 😔
some of yall have never read an abandoned fanfic that stopped on a cliff hanger and it really shows
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I love this show with my entire being
KEELEY HAWES in THE DURRELLS
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This scene!! 🥺
Julia and David lie in bed together, postcoital. She runs her fingers over the scarring on his body.
JULIA (O.S.)
How long were you in the Army?
DAVID (O.S.)
Ten years.
JULIA
Is that what you always wanted to do?
DAVID
You’ll probably laugh but when I was in school I wanted to be a doctor.
JULIA
I’m not laughing. What happened?
DAVID
To get into medical school, you need work experience. How do you get that? By knowing a doctor who can get you in. I had no idea where to start so… I never applied.
David looks bitter. She touches his scarring again.
JULIA (O.S.)
They don’t hurt?
DAVID
Not now. I’m one of the lucky one’s.
JULIA
Because you survived?
DAVID
Aye, that too.
It lightens the moment.
They kiss.
Bodyguard 1x03
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A few things I (a fanfiction writer) want you to know
I write fanfiction because I love the characters and ships I write. I’m not a published author, nor am I trying to become one. I’m here because I got obsessed with a stupid tv show. That’s it.
Kudos and/or comments fuel me more than you can imagine.
Every day, I get a ‘You’ve got Kudos!’ email. Every day, I open it. I take note of which of my fics have been given kudos. I take note of the usernames I find there. If you’ve left kudos on one of my fics before, I’ll recognize you. I take a moment to appreciate your support. I feel validated and inspired after this.
When someone comments on one of my fics for the first time, I go ‘Oh hey there, new friend. Welcome to my world.’
If you’ve commented on one of my fics more than once, I know you. I’ve checked out your profile, your works, your bookmarks. When I see your username, I feel like I’m meeting a friend. I’m like ‘This is the person who likes the same rarepair I do.’ - ‘This is the lover of fluff/smut/angst fics.’ I remember.
I read every comment I ever get, many of them more than once. I try to answer them all. I’m not always fast with that, but I promise you, I appreciate the hell out of your feedback. Sometimes people ask me why I’m grinning so dumbly down at my phone, and many times it’s because I just got a new comment. You’re making my day with this.
Sometimes I get a comment on a WIP I haven’t updated in a while, and in most cases, it motivates me to get the next chapter out. You’re reminding me why I started writing this story. You’re making me want to finish it.
When I feel down and unable to write, I go back to the comments on stories that mean a lot to me personally. They give me new life. I treasure them. You have no idea how long they stick with me.
My ask box is always open. You want to express an opinion on my writing anonymously? You have a prompt, an idea, a wish? You probably don’t know how easy I am to persuade to write something. Honestly, try it.
No fic is too old to comment on it. Never.
If you’re too shy to leave a comment, you are valid. I’m happy to have you as a reader. I’m a crazy fangirl like you. I’m dying to talk to you. If you can’t, that’s perfectly fine though.
If you don’t know what to comment, believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t rude. You’re too tired to leave a proper comment? I read fics at 2am too my friend, I understand. You don’t know how to put your thoughts into words? You can literally leave me a HI and I’ll be happy about it.
If you’re too shy to comment in English because you’re not a native speaker, you’re valid. You’re good enough to read fics in this language, you can be proud of that. I know how to use a translator. You may comment in whatever language you want to. I’m not a native speaker either, I’ve long stopped trying to sound like one. I take no shame in that.
If you have ever taken time out of your day to read one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever hit the kudos button on one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever written me a comment, shared your genuine feelings about my writing with me, you are responsible for a big, stupid smile on my face and a significant bit of motivation.
Thank you!
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