Love When Theres A Character Whose Entire Existence Is Spoiler Tagged By Default. Go Behind The Curtain

With more and more Ao3 authors restricting their works to the archive (due to AI scraping), they're going to be losing guest interaction. And probably generally feeling down because. You know. AI is stealing their hard work.

So! Now is a great time to stop by your favorite authors/stories and drop them some comments! They really appreciate it!

i feel strongly about this

heck yeah!! science!!! also “what. why” to the racism. (how do you even mock somebody for sending something to space. i feel like that just. isn’t something you can mock.)

Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)

For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here

so weird when your brain just switches hyperfixations for a second. one moment you look at blorbo and are incandescent with joy. then you pick up other blorbo and the first doesn’t look so shiny. and then you are a monster.

Your brother is SIXER??

i feel like i’m going crazy— somebody validate my “varian sees andrew in hugo”

just. cocky, pretentious, self-assured, handsome, not that trustworthy (but varian wants to trust him). he lives with this guy for months. (trapped.) there’s an objective that both he and this guy are trying to achieve. varian would risk his life for him (but would he do the same if varian was in danger?) there’s a sense of waiting. (everything is not quite right.)

is he imagining things, reliving memories he hasn’t gotten over, or is history repeating itself? (time is a flat circle.)

so weird to me that babies can laugh. you are 5 months old and you are cackling as if you already have evil machinations a-brewing within your fragile skull.

Tell me a soft memory

rapunzel. rapunzel, i feel you. i understand that you’re lashing out because of demon magic and stress.

however.

you are talking to the man who chose to die for you.

i think he understands what a tough choice is.