nic6879 replied to your post “It took me forever to get the Rubber Tree Plant reference What about…”Please explain the ‘rubber tree plant’ thing? I never got the reference. :)
Part of the lyrics to the song High Hopes, popularized by Frank Sinatra. Part of the song involves several seemingly impossible tasks, like a little ant who moves a rubber tree plant all by himself.
No matter what you write I’m always excited for it. It’s like finally getting to open Christmas presents. Even if it’s not what I wanted I’m still happy I got it.
Aww thank you!! That’s a really sweet compliment and I’m so glad it brings you that kind of joy. That’s really amazing! :)
So much angst these days in your fics! Not that they aren't awesome but pls also write sth fluffy soon. Maybe some s6 engaged Caskett sexytimes ;)
Thanks, I am glad to hear you also liked the angst. But actually my last four pieces over the past month strike a fairly equal balance - two fluff/calm ones with “ataraxia” and “Respite”, and two angstier pieces with “Inchoate” (really angsty) and “Breaking Point” (angst/hurt/comfort). The muse tends to have her own mind about things. ;) But I like sweet/fluff pieces and happy endings, so don’t doubt that there won’t be more of that. :)
Thank you for reading!!
what doth thou propose to be a reasonable way to keep da fangirling under da wraps? (y'know, like in the public spaces)
Dost thou burn with bashful shame when gazing upon graphic tapestry that is unsafe for toil? Dost ye seek to hide the parchments containing illicit goings on betwixt the noble bard, Lord Richard of Castle and the fair Lady Katherine? Doth thy breath quicken at the thought of her teasing hemline so that her ankles are exposed for his perusal (and not for the Spaniard, Sir Esposito) or the ruggedly handsome nobleman taking liberties upon her bosom? Doth the images of the fair wench leading him to his chamber set thy heart aflutter? Or the fact that she gave him a good tumble? If any of these thoughts give thee away in an assembly of peers, just hold the litany of thought that thy own father probably plunders thy mother in a similar fashion and ye will never again suffer through such a state