#nice people are nice

[purplelupins]

hello hi my hand slipped and i sketched a couple of lovely unrelated scenes from Lamb i hope that's okay have a nice day 👀👀👀

The. Way. I SCREAMED!!!

I’m

I’m at a loss for words. My heart is all fluttery and I’m pink and jumping. Omgomgomg EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS. JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH AHHHHHH!!!!!

I’m in love. Perfect. They’re perfect. Everything I imagined in my brain right there. Wow. PAUL??? YOU DID HIM SO WELL??? The look on his face oh I’m getting worked up.

Wow. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

-Nora

[watcheraurora]

Your Ice Walls AU has fallen into the category of “fics that make me dissociate into the stratosphere”. This is a good thing, it means that you wrote so realistically that I fell into the world. Good job! Only three MCYT fics have managed to do this

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much! That's actually really flattering that you thought it was that realistic! <3 I'm glad you liked it! :-D

[aesethewitch]

Honestly I found your lilac post via screenshots on insta and I am Honestly a little disappointed to find out that it's a recent post and not an old one because I wanted to find out if there were blooms although I am excited to be on the journey with you to find out if your tree blooms next year 💜🌱

[blinking]

It... huh?

I don't think any of my writing has ever been screenshotted to be shared elsewhere before??? I'm kind of flattered?? I mean, so long as my URL hasn't been cut off the post, that's kinda cool!

Anyways! I'm glad you and so many other folks enjoyed it. The tree is a real tree, and the story is true! If it does bloom next year, there will definitely be pictures! But it's also very much a true story that's not about a lilac tree at all, so it's very cool that so many folks have gotten the core message of it. (:

No matter how long it takes, I hope everyone gets to see flowers.

[a-wolf-at-the-door]

Hi Lia, it's the anon from a few weeks ago. It's my birthday! Nothing really that big just turned 23, but if you're still up too it I would love a preview of the next story in the verse. Maybe, something happy? Thank you very much for taking the time to answer!

Hello returning anon and happy late birthday!!! Sorry it took me a few days to get this to you, my notifications have been on the fritz. Not 100% sure this fits the word "happy" but it's definitely hopeful/positive, here's an excerpt that takes place at the end of the "Planet of the Ood" storyline, hope it makes up for the wait:

The freedom song of the Ood Sphere was like nothing the Doctor had ever heard.

From the very moment he’d emerged from the TARDIS, he’d sensed something was very, very wrong in the planet’s psychic field, a feeling only intensified as he and Donna held the dying Ood Delta 50. So close to the suffering Ood, so far from the protective balm of the TARDIS’s telepathic shielding, he’d hardly been able to concentrate on anything at all other than the agony of the Ood’s collective trauma howling through him. A younger him, a more naïve him, might not have been able to cope at all. This Doctor had had time immeasurable to develop a resistance to specieswide telepathic despair. So he’d soldiered on, seen the light go from Donna’s eyes and swallowed back bile as she insisted she wanted to go home.

And then the circle was broken, the Ood Brain freed. And the weight of their triumph nearly bowled him over. It was rich and pure, simple and multifaceted, soaring with the sort of joy only felt by those who have known great sorrow. Relief and respite, succour and solace. A balm to the spirit, to the mind.

His cheeks were strained from grinning, his eyes burning with tears. This, he thought, bizarrely and against all reason, was what it must feel like to be human.

The subtle tunes and twitches in the melody revealed wordless truths to him, and he understood at once that Oodkind were being summoned home, that they were boarding rockets to comply. A sour thing twisted within him, a reminder of the last time he’d answered such a summons, but he pushed that feeling aside. Now was not a moment for grief or bitterness. He’d had plenty of that and would surely have plenty more. This was a rare, bright moment for hope.

Outside, as the Ood emerged and joined hands in song, he explained to Donna the scale of what they’d done. “The Ood are coming home.”

Donna opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Ood Sigma approached.

“We thank you, Doctor and Donna, friends of Oodkind. And what of you now? Will you stay? There is room in the song for you.”

For a fraction of a picosecond, something inside him almost considered the offer. To be among a telepathic race again, a peaceful space… but immediately, reality set in.

“Oh, I’ve… I’ve sort of got a song of my own, thanks,” the Doctor stammered. It was a lonely tune these days, just him and the TARDIS, but it was his. All he needed, all he deserved.

Ood Sigma blinked at him with those incisive, bulging eyes, then said, “I think your song must end soon.”

It was the way he said it, so matter-of-factly, like he was reading a weather report or surveying a picked-over platter of middling nibbles, that unnerved the Doctor more than the words themselves. Of course his song was ending; his song had been ending ever since the most important chords in it had fallen into the Void. It was a tuneless thing now, only the rhythm of his heartsbeat and the TARDIS’s breathy sighs to propel it forwards, but generally this sort of observation, if someone were to make it, would be made with an abrasive reverence, some grand acknowledgment that they were witnessing the death knells of an ancient and magnificent being from an even more ancient, even more magnificent race.

“Meaning?” he asked, a note of acid in his tone he wasn’t even sure he meant.

“The wolf is at the door,” the Ood said, that same infuriatingly pleasant, neutral tone colouring his voice.

The whole universe narrowed to that utterance. Time ground to a halt. The Ood went silent. The sun extinguished. Even his hearts fluttered in the space between a pulse.

The wolf is at the door.

He was jarred back to reality by Donna grabbing hold of his shoulder and shaking him a little. Ood Sigma was long gone, with no footprints in the snow to indicate where he’d been. It could have been seconds or hours, though likely it was on the shorter end of that scale considering Donna’s typical patience levels.

“Doctor, are you alright?” When he didn’t immediately respond, she added, “What did he mean, the wolf is at the door?”

Hearing the words again snapped him out of his haze and he shook his head violently as though dislodging a knot of flies. “I don’t know,” the Doctor said. “But we’re going to find out.”

[friend-crow]

hi i think you're cool and your posts are awesome. have a good day

Hey, thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying my nonsense.

[alvfr]

I’m reading your spider-verse fix with dick Grayson and oooooommmmmmmmgggggggg it’s so good I would sell my kidney for you good

ahahaha thank youuuu, I'm so happy you're liking it!

not gonna lie, I'm having a lot of fun writing it at the moment too, it's distracting me from all the other wips I was planning to finish 👀

[sonseulsoleil]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! <3

Awww thank you!!! 💜💜💜

[shesailsships]

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[blmpff]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

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[bookofmirth]

Im so driven by my love for nesta her feelings have become intergrated with my own so your new interpretation of acosf and her healing is refreshing. For someone who’s anger and indignation towards her antis and the author herself has grown it’s helpful to give sjm more room for thought and also give her credit that she was able to get such a strong response from me and one of her characters

Honestly I feel like I am in my Nesta/nessian era right now because the ship war basically robbed us of that. I mean it's partly my fault for not paying attention to nessian because I was getting hundreds of asks from people also obsessed with ships but. I'm glad I finally got back to the entire point of why acosf exists - NESTA. I am really enjoying analyzing her character arc in that book because it's so intense and complex.

You are 100% right though - for all the things that sjm might have flubbed or made weird choices with, there is a reason we are here. There's a reason we are obsessed and never getting out. She clearly did things right, and it's natural that the harder you look at something, the more likely you are to see the flaws. It's easy to lose sight of why we ended up here, in this community, in the first place. If my posts can make room for that grey space in the fandom where we can understand nuance and don't feel like we have to take sides, then I'm happy.

Sidenote this ask took me a couple of days to answer because i really really appreciated it and sometimes I keep things in my inbox to reread, so thank you!

[purplelupins]

My deep-seated religious trauma and desperate need of a father figure in my life has led me to being absolutely obsessed with John Pruitt

I have like…lack of religious trauma. I have like a “no guidance at all” trauma but the need for father figure…*holds your hand* we’re in that together. John Pruitt is…God there’s something about the soft eyes and open heart.

-Nora

[as-a-matter-of-whump]

Just rereading Written in Blood and oh my god, Vincent is so delusional. I think he’s one of the few whumpers who literally gives me shivers

Hey there!

I'm so glad to hear that, that's exactly how I wanted him to be :3 Thank you for re-reading, I'm amazed that people still like the story even though I'm probably never going to finish it XD

[aesethewitch]

Hi! First of all, I would still like to thank you for doing a reading for me. It's actually amazing since it's my first time also getting a reading which has nothing to say. Hahaha! However, with the card that kept falling, I actually think it reasonates with my situation. I've previously been told that this year will bring me abundance and good things in general. There will be lots of changes in my life this year. I guess my spirit guides keep on reminding me to be patient because I sometimes get caught up in the idea that I don't see it physically manifesting in my reality yet.

Anyway, thanks again. Have a good day! 😊

That does make sense! Sometimes, no response is a very clear response after all. I'm glad it made sense, even if no cards came out! And I'm doubly glad it seems like it's a good thing!! I hope those good things come to you in obvious ways soon enough. (:

[a-wolf-at-the-door]

i was just rereading the howling and may i just say, i absolutely adore your version of human nature/the family of blood. like y2k, john tyler, bi martha, i love it so much

thank you!! i'm so glad you enjoyed. i have such a love-hate relationship with that episode arc in the show and wanted to do something really different with the interpersonal dynamics while preserving the "game" of the premise, and it makes me so happy to know it succeeded! (also i have a big gay crush on freema agyeman)

(and for anyone who hasn't read the fic but wants to read a take on new who that's a bit gayer, a bit angstier, a bit Rosier, and a bit kinder to Martha, the series is "The Howling" and the human nature/family of blood revamp starts here if you want to jump ahead! a little bit of shameless self-promotion hurts no one...)

[friend-crow]

I think you have the vibes of getting a random treat after a long hard day as a kid at school - maybe a bit of a gremlin (positive) but always a delight to see. :)

Ooh... a treat is a great idea!