Hey, Take It From Someone Creeping Towards 40:

Hey, take it from someone creeping towards 40:

Ignore the fun police.

If you like it, order your steak well done. Get your bagel toasted with jam and butter. Put ice in your scotch and ketchup on your hotdog. Get red wine with fish and white with steak. Who cares?

If you want to, listen to pop music. Watch blockbuster popcorn flicks. Read dime store novels. Enjoy them.

Dye your hair or cut it off. Paint your fingernails blue. Wear whatever the fuck you want on your own time (ie, when not at a job or school or whatever where you can get penalized for breaking rules) as long as you aren’t like welding or shoveling snow.

Anyone who tries to tell you you’re wrong? Say “okay” and go back to what you were doing. You’re not hurting them by enjoying yourself or having things the way you like them.

There are no caveats or addendums to this. No “but what about x?” Nah. You’re allowed the things you like. You don’t have to justify your taste or apologize for it if it’s not hurting anyone.

And likewise, let other people live their lives. We’re all dead in the long run, so tend your own garden before you become fertilizer in it.

Breath,

In and Out

I've always said, blanket permission to any and all who want to download/print, repost my fics as long as they don't try to pass it as theirs. Also, if anyone wants to make sequels, prequels, sidestories, remixes, fanmixes, fanart, podfic, etc. Everything's not just allowed but welcome as long as:

1) You let me know (so I can go look at them).

2) Give credit where it might be due (do not try to pass my work as yours, or anyone else's, please).

3) It does not involve AI in any way, shape or form!

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.

Amaranthine

"A visitant that crossed all barriers of time and space to right wrongs; a decision that will defy the past and set a new path towards the future; and a bond that, once formed, will never die…"

This is the very first Bangel fic I've ever finished, and I'm so, so very proud of it! Could it have been longer? Certainly, but still, I liked the idea, and I'm happy with how it turned out! Hope everyone who reads it enjoys!

Dream is Reality in Waiting

His head’s still aching, though the pain has become less physical and more… dreamlike? Mental? Emotional… The thing that’s truly driving him around the bend, beyond his messed up brain, is the realization that there are so many things there now, in the back of his head. Things that he’s never been fully aware of while awake. There are things he feels, things he knows, and cannot tell how exactly; and what’s more, that title Lucienne insists on calling him? The very title he refuses to listen to, to pay attention to, because it terrifies him. The words themselves, as well as the implications they carry. 

Lord Consort of the Dreaming. That’s what Lucienne calls him. That’s his official title. Because he’s a married man! Has been for decades! The kicker? He didn’t remember. He never does while awake. And that, that’s the part that’s burning most inside him. Because what kind of husband is Dream, what kind of husband is he, that he’s not aware of any of it for a good deal of his every day?! 

The text above is a sneak peek from my brand-new Sandman fic: Dreamling, Jessamy lives, Fishbowl Rescue and... does it count as Secret Relationship when one half doesn't remember when awake?

Hob is a simple man, a man of principles, of convictions, with a simple life… except for where said life has lasted for several centuries now, he’s met beings that are both older and more powerful than any god, and is married to one of them! So maybe his life isn’t simple at all. Still, he’s the kind of man whose word means something; even when the person he gave his word to clearly never expected him to remember it…