Lovely fic enablers

You would think I'd remember the series name, considering it's inked on my right forearm.

Ahahaha. That's okay, I searched on the title you gave me and then pulled up the series link. I've got it bookmarked on Pinboard, but I've so darn many of them that it's getting almost easier to search AO3.

Not gonna click on a story entitled "Frantic Frottage", not even if I were in the mood for smut.

Good move

::snicker::

If it's my pairing, I don't really read the titles except if they're WIPs.

I have this [link] piece of MCU porn from IO9 to read. But I don't remember who everyone is...

Cas sighed as he toweled off. Being a progressive sort of individual, he pulled out a facial moisturizer and also slid a few scoops of coconut oil over his skin. Women did not have a monopoly on skincare and as a runner and former swimmer he had learned that he had to take care of his skin or he was itchy all the time. Coconut oil did not soil clothes or bed sheets and that made it ideal. Plus it had a mild scent and he could add essential oils to in order to achieve his personal preference.

Really? Really?!

Tell us, author, more about your personal experience with moisturizer and how it's okay for men to do it.

Hee.

The author makes it sound really disgusting. But more importantly, WHAT DOES CAS TASTE LIKE???? (Yep, I'm still maintaining that. I now leave a comment on the story so people know, but one poor author asked if that was like The Weeping Cock.

So sorry! Didn't mean to worry you, author.

Does anyone here post fic on tumblr?

Honestly, I can't understand how people properly maintain tumblr relationships, both in terms of person to person, and writer/author. And the ease with which people change their usernames--where's the sticky? Unless I see the original post when they say they're doing it, HOW THE FUCK CAN I KEEP TRACK?

Charlie stood in front of him, wearing a white and silky dress, falling down past her feet but just brushing the floor and her strawberry and curly hair going down her shoulders

This sentence gives me pain. Weirdly, my headcanon of Charlie doesn't look like Felicia Day so much (she's plumper, for one), but a) what exactly is a skirt that goes past your feet but only just brushes the floor? Are you a hovercraft? Also, Charlie's hair is fake red, and even this black person knows that's not what strawberry blonde looks like, so find a new word.

AND IT'S NOT CURLY. Who are you writing about?

Also, people should not do weird things with transplants. Could someone really donate their only kidney to someone else? And then disappear entirely from the story? Surely a "thank you" should pop up somewhere...