your drink, is it freezd?

This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

The Queering the Map project launched in May 2017 so I'm thinking about Shane reading an article on it that summer at the cottage, still warm from an afternoon with Ilya in the sun, then pulling up a little rink in Saskatchewan on it and in a moment of daring posting a pin with "December 2008. Fell in love with him here ❤️". A little shiver runs through him, and after some minor anxiety about IP tracking he moves on with his day and eventually forgets.

#shout out to the time I was bleeding a lot in (Australian) customs#and a customs guy stared at my wound and I could just see the gears in his brain automatically going 'blood = biohazardous material'#but like what were they supposed to do#so he just stared at me until another customs agent was like 'that's their own blood they are allowed to have that'