Not Real... Never Was

This post is ancient and stupid but I still laugh whenever I see it

i mean, you know, people are entitled to their sexual proclivities. let there be a thousand blossoms bloom, as far as i'm concerned. but i ain't spending any time on it, because in the meantime, every three months, a person's torn to pieces by maenads in thebes

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.