The Sweet You Can't Eat Without Plebefic Headers.

[cimorene]

1. Genre: smut-ish, fluff, romantic, angst (lots of them, ‘coz I love making them), AU (very much I’m afraid)



2. Raiting: A little ALARM regarding the raiting for this chapter .....! Let's say Nc15?



3. Disclaimer: The characters and song lyrics aren’t mine. If they were, I’d be rich. Kinda.



4. Summary: “George tell him that an octopus could destroy a skunk.” Sisky points at Pete with an incriminating finger.



5. Author Notes:Hello guys. This fic was written a while ago (as many of you will see when you click the fake-cut links) [Does it even need saying at this point that they aren't fake cuts at all, just links?] and i've never posted it to a community. I have rarely posted anything in communities because this fic got some very rude comments when i recommended it to someone one day, and it hurt. I had this fic beta'd by a wonderful friend and great fan of my writing and i feel like now is the time to post it. I will be posting it in ten posts of seven chapters each over the next few weeks. I hope that someone enjoys this story. I worked very hard on it. It is one of those that is based on real events/dates/people, but i have taken a lot of artistic license with it. I changed major facts and created events. I did a lot of hard work on this story, and i have to say, any rude comments will be deleted right off the bat. Thank you for reading! [perhael and I have already agreed that in a way this is more sad than funny, but either way, it's definitely a bad header and supremely ill-advised.]

#1-2 ♥ aeslis

Comments

[aeslis]

This reminds me, was it you who posted that link to the post about what NOT to do with your headers? I'd like to reference it in a post, but haven't the faintest clue where to start looking for it.

[cimorene]

I think so, but it'd be hard to find meta that old. You could try my links tags or metafandom's tags.

[aeslis]

I found it! It was only one page back on your meta tag. Thank you, my darling.

[cesare]

angst (lots of them, ‘coz I love making them)

This makes me picture angsts as fluffy little pastries... each with very, very bitter filling.

[cimorene]

Maybe a skull and crossbones on the outside in icing.