regarding all the hooplah about my work being reposted without credit: this is why. i really prefer retweets and reblogs, but if you must repost, this is what citing the creator had the power to do. removing us from the equation is denying us proper exposure to potential clients when this is the only means of income we have.
edit: the article shown here is not about me!! i appreciate all the congrats comments but i was merely showing the power proper credit has.
Of course I’m late, but before I retire for the night, I wanted to write a very sincere thank you to all of the fanfic authors out there for your tireless efforts creating these little or expansive or everything in-between worlds, and for offering them for our entertainment. Or not offering. Some of you write and don’t release your works to the masses… but you *have* to write it, those ideas burning their way through your brains. Some of you create entire, compelling worlds in a paragraph, others in 15,000 words, still others gather a squad of incredible talents and create a virtual season of 331,676 words, plus dozens of pics and gifs, from which I fear the authors have yet to recover.
I take so much inspiration from other writers and artists and vidders out in the fandom as well as the readers who take the time to leave comments, feedback, or kudos. So back at ya.
Created this mood board in honor of one of the best sanvers fanfictions EVER written, go check it out because it’s 150% worth the read. @zennie-fic@inspectorboxer
Thank you so much for making this and giving the story a shout-out. We love it! Especially the Pop-Tarts. They are like a character in the story themselves.
By: @inspectorboxer and @zennie-fic Fandom: Supergirl Pairing: Alex x Maggie Rating: T for now Summary: “I don’t know how to tell you this, Detective, but I’d like to introduce you to Jamie. Your daughter.”
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(From Chapter 14)
Maggie was about to throw up.
Slumping against the back of the elevator in Alex’s apartment building, she bent at the waist and pleaded with her stomach to settle. While withdrawal or Kara’s dizzying flight through the streets of National City could shoulder the responsibility for her nausea, Maggie had to concede her nerves were mostly to blame.
The elevator pinged too soon and she straightened, shaking her hands to sling off some anxiety. Kara had offered to tag along, to be an intermediary, but what Maggie needed to say to Alex, she needed to say in private.
Alex had made her apologies and admitted her mistakes. It was time Maggie did the same.
The door slid open, and Maggie stepped out on trembling legs. A quiet, familiar hallway greeted her, the smell bringing a rush of memories to the surface. They’d lugged boxes this way when she’d moved in. Giggled getting off the elevator after dates or a joint case. Kissed against the wall when they’d been so hungry for each other they didn’t wait to get inside.
Jesus, if the hall was this bad, the apartment was going to kill her.
