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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@cliotheproclaimer
I realise that I missed the year’s anniversary for the last chapter of The Snow is Snowing - but just to say that I remain endlessly grateful for the love that story got. I’m not exaggerating when I say your comments genuinely changed my life - a year on, i would not be where I am if it hadn’t been for the encouragement of the TWW fandom. I’m very sorry I'm no longer in a position to have my work on the archive, but a pdf of TSIS will be put on discord.
Clio x
Omg nooo!! Your TWW fics were my absolute favorite!!! You perfectly encapsulated the right amount of hurt/comfort for Mildred's and Hecate's teacher/student mentorship 😭😭😭
Thank you so much - I know that I owe so much to the TWW community. I'm really sorry this had to happen.
hey. did you delete your Archive of Our Own account? I wanted to read "The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing (but I can weather the storm)". its such a lovely fic,i couldn't finish reading it :(
Hi - I am afraid I have had to remove my author works from the archive! I'm really sorry you couldn't finish reading the snow is snowing, but may I recommend TWW winter warmers for similar christmas romances? x
What do you think about the concept of "new ideas" vs. "there are no new ideas", originality and concepts loved and worn, written over and over again, so on and so forth?
i think creativity and human expression as a whole is like a river that we all pour water into. our job is not to worry if we’re brilliant or original or genius or talented. our job is to keep the channel open and flowing, and create what we create with integrity and passion and the fullest extent of our abilities. stories have broad patterns, yes, but are never told the same way twice. if they’re told with care, they’re worth it every time. this is what i know.
Gonna file this under "memes to send to my therapist"
Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal
We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.
I THINK I AM GOING TO CUT MY HAIR
Can’t believe you guys have been reading my fic for c.3 years and yet no one thought to mention that I couldn’t punctuate dialogue for shit 😂 😂
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A podfic for @cliotheproclaimer
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hardbroom/Pentangle (Worst Witch) Characters: Hardbroom (Worst Witch), Pentangle (Worst Witch) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Christmas Fluff, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Holidays, Snowed In, Podfic, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes Summary:
So perhaps she should close. Yes, that would probably be for the best. Close for the day, head to Euston and sneak on an earlier train. But just as Pippa was having the thought, she heard the door open and the bell ring, and the sound of a woman’s voice. ‘Could I get something to drink?’ ‘Actually we’re clo-‘ But as Pippa turned around, it was all she could do to keep her mouth from falling open.
The Woman.
The actual Woman, in the flesh, standing awkwardly in front of the counter with her long black coat dripping onto the floor. And good grief, she was somehow even more beautiful once one got close, even with her expression twisted in an annoyed grimace.
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Hicsqueak Coffee shop AU - at Christmas.
Emily Carroll
I reblog this every time I see it, because the part that makes this so horrific to me, is that the room is a direct callback to Goodnight Moon. It takes this memory of safety and security and turns it directly upside down and I love it.
hey so Emily Carroll is my absolute favorite horror artist and her stories are some of the greatest things i’ve ever had the ghastly pleasure to read. many of her comics are free online, such as the classic His Face All Red
“I’ve been talking to an attorney…” my father, an attorney, says to me, an attorney, over dinner with my mother and brother, also attorneys.
“Yes,” I agree. “That’s not really avoidable in this family.”
So peaceful Souvenir. A brother singing ancient Andalusian song in Al-hambra palace.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles Will be out of sight Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) dir. Vincente Minnelli
Hate plotting. Why must my characters develop? Is it not enough that they make potions and love women
I’ve been laughing at this all day
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017), The Worst Witch - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hardbroom/Pentangle (Worst Witch) Characters: Hardbroom (Worst Witch), Pentangle (Worst Witch), Gwen Bat, Algernon Rowan-Webb, Drill (Worst Witch), Julie Hubble, Mildred Hubble, Enid Nightshade Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Romance, Alternate Universe - Bakery, get ready to suspend your disbelief, Strangers to Lovers, Holidays, Snowed In Summary:
So perhaps she should close. Yes, that would probably be for the best. Close for the day, head to Euston and sneak on an earlier train. But just as Pippa was having the thought, she heard the door open and the bell ring, and the sound of a woman’s voice. ‘Could I get something to drink?’ ‘Actually we’re clo-‘ But as Pippa turned around, it was all she could do to keep her mouth from falling open.
The Woman.
The actual Woman, in the flesh, standing awkwardly in front of the counter with her long black coat dripping onto the floor. And good grief, she was somehow even more beautiful once one got close, even with her expression twisted into an annoyed grimace.
***
Hicsqueak Coffee shop AU - at Christmas.
It’s done!!! After 9 months of (admittedly intermittent) work - it’s practically my child.
Thank you so much @twtd11 and @nike-sga for the prompt. I’ve loved writing this.
If you have ever enjoyed this fic it would be lovely to hear from you
Reblogging because it’s cold af and still(!) a pandemic, and what better way to cheer yourself than reading about two young professionals snowed in together in a flat in Bloomsbury? Can confirm this is the thing I’m proudest of this year, and that includes my law degree.
