“Darling, I am mature. Look at my typing skills. Sweetie, you are only a teenager. Look :). By putting smiling faces while I intelligently insult you, I am able to flaunt my superiority over you. Please, miss, I am correct and you are ignorant and I am an amazing wonderful person. (= I am too good a person to fight with you any more. Goodbye, please grow up. 8)”—all “mature” girls on tumblr who get into arguments (via musiclovelife1997)
In case people don’t know this already: House of Glass is never going to be finished.
I may write two more chapters or six more chapters but the actual story is never going to be finished. The reason for it is that I DIDN’T PLAN ANYTHING AT ALL.
In fact I don’t have anything planned even one chapter ahead. I just write whatever. There is no deeper meaning to any of it, no elaborate plot-line :
this story is going NOWHERE.
Sure I have a few ideas thrown here and there but I originally wrote this fic just to have all the Robins sleeping in the same bed. There is no plot but something I affectionetly refer to as AWP (angst without plot).
I have other stories that are planned from start to finish but House of Glass isn’t one of them.
THE WELCOMING THING FOR HUFFLEPUFF MAKES ME SO PROUD TO BE ONE.
Seriously, all the info on it is like:
‘BITCH WE ARE FUCKING BADGERS. WE DONT GOTTA DEAL WITH YOUR SHIT. WE LAY LOW AND WILL RIP YOUR FACE OFF IF YOU HURT THE ONES WE LOVE OR ARE DICKS TO US. WE HEARD YOU LIKE HOGSMEADE? WE MADE FUCKING HOGSMEADE. YOU WANNA GO IN OUR COMMON ROOM? TOO DAMN BAD. YOU CAN’T GET IN. WE HAVE FUCKING PLANTS IN OUR DORM AND EVERYONE GETS ALONG. SO FUCK YOU.’