#oopsabird

Yeah lol all four of my housemates call it tissues and I’m the only one who calls it all Kleenex. I don’t know if it’s a regional thing or not, because L’s also midwestern (Ohio) but R is from northern California and J squared (dating) are both born and raised in Texas.

My dad (midwestern, Kansas) calls it Kleenex

R flipflops between the two, and K says Kleenex (both from New York)

#I mean you can post those other formats to AO3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

No, no, I know you mean well, @oopsabird, just like the last 70 times people have reblogged with this note. I get this misconception a lot on this post.

You can post a work on AO3 that is labeled as a vid/artwork/podfic/etc. You can then embed video/images/audio in that work. You cannot directly host any of those files, which means that when your other hosting goes away--as it often does, especially for, say, explicit m/m--your work is no longer viewable on AO3.

It’s better than nothing because the AO3 URL with all the comments and metadata is still there. You can add a different embed. But if you don’t notice or you aren’t around anymore, your work is broken.

have a snippet of a temp character death fic that betrayed finishing. s/o to @poetic----nonsense who gave me the prompt

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With Crowley’s hand in his, Aziraphale was hit with the realization that time - they had had so much of it - was not on his side. It hadn’t been and it wouldn’t be because Aziraphale had been wasting it for so long.

Crowley’s grip grew weak and Aziraphale scrambled for something, anything to say. Was this just discorporation? Would Hell even give Crowley a new body when he inevitably appeared in their courts? The words stuck in Aziraphale’s throat felt too big to give voice to.

He’d been so sure they had time.

Crowley looked up at him with his turmeric eyes, breath shallow. “Aziraphale, I -”

"I love you," Aziraphale said with a sudden desperation he hadn't known he had. He was choking, dying, bleeding out alongside Crowley.

Crowley froze.  "Oh," he breathed finally.  "That.  That's unfortunate.  Because I, uh, I think I love you too."

He laughed because of course Crowley laughed like this was a moment worth laughing at. Aziraphale’s answering laugh, weak as it was, twisted into a sob as Crowley’s hand went limp in his. His eyes closed and Aziraphale’s hands fluttered over his body, power flooding from him as he desperately tried to heal where he knew he couldn’t. 

Aziraphale tried to breathe. Crowley might not be in this body any longer, but Aziraphale knew where he was.