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RESPECT FANFIC AUTHORS.

Let them write what they want to write and don't harass them because it's not exactly what YOU want to see. Writers don't owe anyone anything. We do this for fun (and for free), and to constantly see readers harassing authors about their works is making me so angry.

To see readers bullying writers into going back to writing something they were taking a break from to pursue other stories/aspirations? TERRIBLE. Support the writers with whatever they are writing if you love them that much.

Let them know how much you appreciate their FREE hard work!

We are not here to cater to anyone but ourselves - yes, we share our stories with people to build a conversation about the things we all love, but ultimately we create things for ourselves.

The bullying and harassment of writers needs to stop, or the writing stops. Be appreciative, be respectful, and show the authors love instead of tearing them down for other things they enjoy.

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Reblog if you: have no intention of using Post+ to put your content behind a paywall,  and  have no intention to pay to unlock any content hidden by Post+ either

I wanna see something.

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Reblog and put in the tags your favorite platonic f/f duo. Can be friends, sisters, cousins, mother-and-daughter, frenemies, or something else! 

Excuse me, Mr Mikaelson.

Elijah sat in his study chair. His nose in paperwork. He didn’t even look up when you walked into the room at first. You stood right before him.  Y/N: Elijah?  Elijah: Yes Y/N? 

When you didn’t automatically answer he stopped and looked up at you. Taking note of your appearance. You stood there makeup done. Sporting a dark red lip and a smokey eyeshadow. His eyes traveled downward. You were wrapped up in a black trench coat that reached the floor and you accessorized nicely with those black heels with the red bottoms that he loved. Chuckling he looked back down at his work.  

Elijah: Going somewhere?  Y/N: Not exactly. You giggled. 

You watched him continue to work. You were willing to play his game, but it was getting a little frustrating that he wasn’t even paying attention to you.  You began to undo the tie around your waist and let the coat crumple to the floor with a soft thump.  You walked over to the side of his chair.  Y/N: Excuse me, Mr. Mikaelson.

He turned to see you standing there. No longer covered by the coat. He was able to drink in the sight of you nearly clad, in a fancy new pair of black and red lingerie bottoms with a matching corset. You had your hands on your hips and a smirk on your lips as you looked down at him. He smiled up at you never breaking eye contact with you.   Elijah: Those are new.  

He smirked as he closed the books in front of him. He spinned his chair quickly to face you reaching out and grabbing ahold of your waist. Tugging you forward, placing you between his legs. He gently placed his hands on either side of your hips. Leaning forward he kissed your stomach.

You had his attention now.