🎃 13th message: And remember that reputation is illusion, expectation the magician.
🫚: The final act ends
Vegas is known for magic shows. Expectation is she will be at the SB. But if she is the magician, then the final act may be her not appearing. This would also be her 13th game. Bejeweled MV has her disappearing in a puff of smoke like a cartoon magician. 🪄
🎃: And remember that reputation is illusion, expectation the magician.
Las Vegas is full of magic tricks. The final act= the magician disappears.
“Not my pic but I found this and thought about how even the acknowledgment of asexuality would have helped me find and reassure myself earlier.” - submission from @leighta
Confession: I am obsessed with YR fic. Wilmon in particular.
No, you don't understand. OBSESSED. The first thing I do when I wake up is check for fic updates. I spend the last half-hour before bed reading fic. If I can't sleep, it's fic on the Kindle. If work is stressful, it's fic on my phone in the staff toilets.
If you've got a super angsty story where one of them is in hospital or gets in a fight or is kidnapped or whatever, I will lap that up. If you've got happy fluff with pets and/or kids, I will coo and sigh. If you have smut, I will make delighted noises while hugging myself and wiggling my toes.
I try to be a good reader and leave kudos on everything I finish, and I am slowly beginning to go back and comment on older fics I love. I am even thinking I might start writing too.
So a big shout out to everyone who writes, betas, or cheerleads. I am so grateful that you have collectively provided me with hours of entertainment and made my life better.
three sentence fic jily?? for prompt uhh the word 'blush'!! :D (was I supposed to give a dialogue help)
When Dorcas asks he why she’s staring at Potter, she replies with “because you’ve got to hand it to him, he’s an amazing chaser” (also fit af but ignore that).
When Emmeline asks her why she’s staring at Potter (again), she replies with “I can’t help enjoying watching Mulciber get punched in the gob, can I? It’s a sight for sore eyes” (she means Potter).
When Sirius asks her why she’s staring at his best friend, she blinks back - James Potter has fallen asleep curled up on the floor beside the fire, his glasses askew, hair wild, a wet patch of saliva on his shirt sleeve - “he’s so cute” she wants to say; she doesn’t, just blushes.