The person who prompted that fic
apologized-- and pretty classily, too. The person who wrote it is, I suspect, beyond hope.
But look, guys. This is also a world that contains cream cheese and extra-crunchy peanut butter and bagels to toast and spread these things onto. And Castle. And Star Trek. And nicely shoveled sidewalks to lug my laundry along. So I can spend today finally, finally cleaning my room and actually putting away all the stuff I got for Christmas or bought with Christmas money, which has been sitting packed away because no room for it.
I am in a good mood and I am gonna stay that way, damn you all.