btw unfollow and block if you’re pro-genocide and pro-mvrdering thousands of children .

“we can be friends with our differences” does not apply when the difference is thinking its okay to support a genocıde and not

every three months he'll post and in the author's note there's some shit like "sorry this took a while, i got shot seven times :/" or "i know it's been a minute, i literally got hit by a bus and then stabbed in the leg, but i'm all good!" or sometimes ned would log in and post with a note "hey i'm a friend posting on the author's behalf, they're healing from severe hypothermia but promised an update, so here it is!"

and the fic just gets increasingly more popular for the author notes alone. a good handful of the comments are something along the lines of "i'm not even in the star wars fandom, i'm just here to see if the author is good" or "every update i cheer for another day the author gets to live at this point"

and any reader who is a native new yorker kind of pieces together that holy shit the author might be spider-man because the timeline adds up, and they just fully embrace it. spider-man will stop a robbery and the guy behind the counter will ask when the next chapter will be up. spider-man returns a stolen backpack to a girl and she'll tell him that he "really got poe's voice down so well, it's really impressive."

ned thinks it is hilarious. mj finds out about the fic from twitter, to peter's absolute horror, and changes peter's contact name to "friendly neighborhood ao3 author". but the worst thing to happen is after an avengers battle where peter took a pretty big hit and ends up in med-bay. and during a press conference, when someone asks how spider-man is healing, tony just drops "spidey won't be down for too long. the star wars fic will be updated within the week, probably."

pov one of you is a future veterinarian

Percy and Thalia (and Luke technically) fight for their girl each for a slightly different reason

MICHAEL JACKSON

i’ve never been a particularly religious person, but oh, mike… you make me wanna believe there’s a heaven. because i can’t imagine a place more fitting for someone who spent so much of his life trying to make this world a little kinder.

you make me want to be gentler. braver. more hopeful. softer. you make me believe that goodness is never wasted; that even in the face of so much pain, love can outlive it.

it’s strange to grieve someone i’ve never met. stranger to miss you as much as i do.

i wish the world had been gentler with you. kinder. i wish more people had seen your heart the way so many of us do.

i’ve spent most of my life not knowing what i believe happens after we’re gone. but then i think of you, and i realize i need heaven to exist. i need to believe there’s somewhere you’ve been embraced instead of judged, understood instead of misunderstood, loved without conditions or expectations. i need to believe you’ve finally found the peace this world never quite gave you.

so yes, for you, i believe in it.

thank you for every song, every smile, every lesson you left behind. thank you for reminding me that kindness matters, that love is always worth choosing, and that there’s still beauty in believing in people.

before i go, there’s something that’s been on my mind on this particular day. a word in my native language. it’s called saudade.

people often translate it as ‘i miss you’ but that barely scratches the surface. saudade feels like love that refuses to disappear. it’s the warmth of beautiful memories living beside the ache of absence. it’s carrying someone with you, even when they’re no longer here. it’s grief, gratitude, tenderness and longing, all existing simultaneously. it’s proof that love doesn’t end just because someone is gone.

there isn’t a word quite like it in any other language i know. and i don’t think i’ll ever find a better way to describe what i feel. that’s what you are to me: saudade.

i’ll cherish and carry you with me forever, angelface.

i hope you’re at peace.