I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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忘记他
this is a scene from the film fallen angels by wong kar wai, and the study club prompt in the good omens reference library discord was the 1941 blitz era, so ofc i had to combine them and make crowley really sad again
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ocean of flavor
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Steve’s bent over the counter that separates the front of the store from the back when he hears a low whistle come from behind him.
“God bless Corporate America for those shorts and God bless you for that ass.”
Steve feels his face heat up and heart rate quicken. He straightens his posture before turning around only to come face to face with Eddie Munson. He should’ve known - he can’t think of anyone else bold enough to say that, especially as an opening to a conversation, and especially to a retail worker.
Steve lets his gaze trail over what’s visible of the man from the other side of the counter. He’s dressed much the same as he usually is at school, except instead of layers upon layers of dark clothing, he’s wearing a faded black band tee that has the arms cut so low that you can see the waistline of his black jeans through them.
Steve’s mouth waters and he doesn’t try to hide his ogling - god knows Eddie didn’t.
Their little game had confused everyone in high school, but Steve couldn’t help himself. He’d flirt relentlessly with Eddie - maybe even more than he did with anyone else - and eventually the boy began to reciprocate.
After weeks of striking out, Steve was kind of flustered by the attention. He was even wearing the hat, for Christ’s sake.
Steve bites his lip to stop a goofy grin from taking over.
“Ahoy,” he says, licking his lips and watching Eddie’s eyes flicker down to track the movement. “Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?” He tilts his head and leans forward so his forearms are resting on the counter. It’s kind of sticky but worth it to see Eddie’s face flush when he looks up at him through his lashes. “I'll be your captain.”
Eddie seems to shake himself out of it then. “They don’t really make you say that, do they?”
“They do,” he confirms with a pout.
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