Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
Unfortunate for the books, but speaks loads about the quality of some fan fics
Oh, hell yeah. Anything by incandescens can stand on my bookcase any time.
Better than a LOT of published books, in fact.
I don’t think dreamy romantic Americans who majored in 14th century Scottish history and played the bagpipes competitively and once earned an A in a forgery/ history class for forging a medieval document supporting Scottish nationalism and exist 3,000 miles away from the social and economic Scottish reality are allowed to have an opinion, because any time that idealism outweighs gritty actual experience, sit down and watch before you hurt yourself or other players.
Which is to say, I have an opinion, but it is dandelion fluff in comparison to the legitimate opinions of people who live in Scotland. I wish them a sure journey and I think it’s going to work either way; change is needed, and this is only one option.
Katsuko sees Ryouma again during a shoot in Hong Kong; they pose like a king and queen draped in glittering silks and jewels, gazing into each others’ eyes as the cameras click-click around them. His hand is warm at the dip of her waist, fingernails just barely grazing the bare skin beneath the hem of her shirt. Katsuko tucks her face into the curve of his throat, where concealer can’t quite hide the fading marks of her teeth, and smiles at the way his breath hitches.