As you die, you wake up in a fiery place. You quickly realize you’re in hell. You ask the next demon why you are there, as you lived a very good life. “You’re not being punished”, he says. “You are the punishment.”
You honk in joy. It’s a lovely morning in Hell, and you are a horrible goose.
Me leaving kudos on AO3 fics somebody wrote in 2014 in fandoms they clearly haven’t belonged to in years:
Oh man I was super late to this party but I’m really glad this story was here for me to run into when I got here. I hope this author realizes they haven’t been forgotten! This was good, I’ll give it a little heart.
Me getting email notifs of kudos on AO3 fics I wrote in 2014 in fandoms I haven’t belonged to in years:
Ah yes, the life of an aging starlet, living in moderately faded luxury on the thin daily trickle of residuals from my not-quite-forgotten art, a shade of my glory days. Perhaps this shall be the year I find myself a new role and remind the world just what Norma Desmond can do. Where is my writing desk and my fainting couch?
[x] I’m in this picture and I’m incandescently furious about it
