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medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

the one... dear squire

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

Please increase your donation if possible because Israel just attacked a community kitchen in Gaza killing three volunteers but I'm not sure which community kitchen they attacked but increase your donation anyway. This is a dire time.

This has been sent to me four times today, so I'm condemning OP to be judged by the 42 and fall into Nuun.

“Why would you stop in hell?” has changed my brain chemistry