This is why I have trust issues
Dec. 25th, 2020 12:34 pmOkay so here's something I learned about that AO3 comment box thing. When you click Insert Selection, it overwrites what you previously added to the comment box. Which you might decide to do because it's a pain in the ass to scroll up and down because you're commenting on every line as you go. So you click "Insert Selection" and then delete what's in the floaty box because you thought you'd, you know, inserted it into the comment box. At least that's what it did with me. So those twelve lines I pulled and talked about at length bc this fic I'm reading is so fucking amazing just *poof* gone.
Ugh I'm so mad about it I can't even get back to reading the story. Maybe later today but it's gonna be a while.
If you wanna check it out in the meantime, tho. Seen on this week's Rec Center.
In the Bleak Midwinter (7085 words) by Ashura
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dark Is Rising Sequence - Susan Cooper
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bran Davies/Will Stanton
Characters: Bran Davies aka Pendragon, Will Stanton
Additional Tags: First Time, Post-Canon, Christmas, Romance
Summary:
Ugh I'm so mad about it I can't even get back to reading the story. Maybe later today but it's gonna be a while.
If you wanna check it out in the meantime, tho. Seen on this week's Rec Center.
In the Bleak Midwinter (7085 words) by Ashura
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dark Is Rising Sequence - Susan Cooper
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bran Davies/Will Stanton
Characters: Bran Davies aka Pendragon, Will Stanton
Additional Tags: First Time, Post-Canon, Christmas, Romance
Summary:
He set aside the pile of undergraduate essays he'd been marking, leaning against the window to stare out of it for a while, watching Wales unfold welcoming before him. At least, he mused, that was how it felt – like the prodigal son returning to his father's fold. It was different from going home, where he could feel the fields of Buckinghamshire folding around him whenever he went back to see his parents, but it was similar, too. I know you, the land seemed to say. I remember you. You belong here.