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GO READ THIS FANFIC!!!!
I am literally so obessed with this ship and just anything Addison..
But you guys have to go read @lesbiansayaishii fanfic. It’s from chapter 8 so you guys have some reading to do !!!
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I am literally so obessed with this ship and just anything Addison..
But you guys have to go read @lesbiansayaishii fanfic. It’s from chapter 8 so you guys have some reading to do !!!
'Bad Blood' || 05.12
1x09 | 11x15 [requested by anonymous]
“Nothing happens, until it does.”
“Until Meredith’s hand rests on her arm for just too long, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief right in front of her OB resident and finally Addison snaps, mouth set in a thin line. “Dr. Grey. With me.”” -prentits
I’M OBSESSED!! love how the art perfectly reflects the emotions highlighted in the fic! LOVE LOVE LOVE
nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au
🌷 a flower for anyone having a bad day today. i love you
I can never leave Tumblr because after years of sporadic therapy utterly failed to even approach the core of my problem some random tumblr user was like “I processed my trauma by writing a 10,000 word work of filthy fanfic erotica” and I was like “fuck it I’ve tried everything else” and now I’m 17 chapters and 20,000 words deep into an unpublishable work of obscenity and after careful literary analysis with one of the Beloved Mutuals I have come to some Terrible Revelations about my childhood and may now continue the process of Healing. Where else am I supposed to get this kind of experience. Who does this. Why are we like this. I’m never leaving. I love y’all.
How do fanfic writers feel knowing that people might have been masturbating to their work?
do you think we write hardcore erotica by accident
Addison returns to Seattle to help Meredith get divorced. They’re not friends, not exactly, but Addison remembers what happens when you fall out of love with Derek Shepherd. This is why she gets on a plane in the middle of the night, takes a leave of absence from work, and books a hotel room in Seattle. (And if she’s fallen a little in love with Meredith, somewhere along the telephone wires between Seattle and L.A., well. It hardly matters now.)
It’s a strange thing, to be able to see Meredith. To be able to look her in the eye when they talk. To touch her; to be touched by her. It’s unfamiliar in the sense that they have not done this before, but familiar in the sense that she knows Meredith’s voice as well as she knows her own, and knows Meredith as well as she knows herself.
This quote was too Agathario to pass up 🩸
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