Hi, I'm Wotsits! I use she/her pronouns :)
This account is currently my only active one!
I dabble in James Bond content, and adore 00Q but I have lots of over interests that I post about too if I find something I like! I'm also quite the multishipper, so I am open to enjoying lots of different kinds of content :)
The Tags I Use:
#wotsits talks - anything random, from general chat to fandom posts.
#wotsits writes - only used when (as it implies) talking about writing or posting things that I've written!
#reblogging my husband - when I reblog a post from the amazing @bumiofomashu-yap
#wotsits answers - a more uncommon one, but I use it when I'm replying to any asks I get! My inbox is a source of stress for me so it usually takes me a while to reply to everything. If you want to chat, you can message and we can have a conversation that way if you'd rather not wait for me to get around to opening the inbox.
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Current WIPs:
Of Dreams And Nightmares Both.
Sometimes, what starts off as a nightmare can morph into a dream. Sometimes, it's the other way around. Full of clichés, bad puns, tea, and plenty of mentions of Q's cats.
James Bond, the illusive 007, is less mysterious than one may think.
Have You Ever Gotten Everything You Ever Wanted?
It had been thirteen hours by that point, and Sirius looked as though he had cried enough for the both of them. Eyes that were usually bordered with bold and eccentric eyeliner were red-rimmed and refused to look at him.
In which, Remus wonders if swearing on Church property is allowed when you're crying. He thinks that it should be, but really doesn't care either way. It's not as important to him as Sirius is.
The Fruits.
Regulus turns sixteen, and all hell breaks loose. His pitiful rollercoaster of a life is plummeting rapidly towards Hell, whether or not he does anything about it. If you were destined to die, would you try and cling to life anyways, or let it take you?
