I just got on a plane and over the shoulder of the girl in front of me, I spied AO3.
Last week Aeryn walked past me on the opposite side of the living room and said, "You read on DARK MODE?!?!?!!" (And...yeah, it was Hollanov.)
I was at a flea market a little ways upstate this morning and had to rescue an Ender (from Ender's Game, not Minecraft) Funko from one table because the idea of turning this traumatized 8 year old's story into a cute little desk toy just made me so sad for him. I also got a soup bowl that has handles and the word SOUP in all caps for a dollar, so all told it was a pretty good haul.
I'm sorry, Laura.