I want to adventures with you

it takes a village, dont it?

A fandom is like a community garden; the plants and trees are fanworks, the paths and benches are structures like ao3 and kinkmemes and themed weeks or months. Comments, and kudos? Those are fertiliser. You don’t necessarily see them at work, but they make the trees grow stronger and the flowers bloom brighter. When you comment on a fic or piece of fanart, you are nourishing our shared garden and helping to make the soil fertile for future works.

I want commenters to feel proud of that contribution. Whether you turn up with a wheelbarrow of the stuff to tip on your favourite flowerbed or just drop a heart emoji in the donations box, you are helping to make the soil richer, the garden more beautiful.

And you know what? Sometimes you need to just sit in the garden without feeling obliged to do anything to maintain it. That’s okay. It’s your garden too! As an author, I don’t want people coming to my stories with a sense of obligation; I want them to be able to enjoy them and be restored by them. If they don’t have the energy to comment right now, that’s okay.

But a comment isn’t the price of an entry ticket to someone else’s garden; it’s an investment in your garden, in your community. You won’t always see it bear fruit, won’t always know what part of the whole it helped grow. But you can know what you put in, and feel proud of being part of the team nourishing and maintaining this wonderful space we all share.

a cozy Eddie commission ☕️🍪🐈‍⬛

But he's always smiling. His eyes crinkling, nose scrunched, rabbit teeth pulling his lip.

He's wearing eyeliner, black feather earrings, and a The Cure t shirt, helping carry a couch into a tired looking house. The photo lopsided and blurry with the caption "Mikhail, dearest grandson."

Or

"My growing boys " next to a photo of a mohawk, plaid covered Robby, holding a scruffy looking dog.

Jack flips through pages and pages of a young man that looks like the world is weighing on his shoulders, but for the person behind the camera, he'll always have a smile.

It makes him fall even more in love.

When he asks Robby, he blushes, mumbling about getting his Bubbe a new camera one year with his meager summer savings. She loved taking photos, and he could never tell her no, or to stop.

Robby then pulls out another album, all of his grandmother.

Her laughing, her dancing, her holding up a plate of food or an unpotted plant.

He tells Jack about taking as many as he can once she got sick because he realized why she loved taking photos.

"Memories are all we have of each other in the end." He whispers, thumbing a picture of a gap toothed kid holding the hand of a soft smiled woman.

Jack selects a few to hang on the wall, despite Robby hemming and hawing about how embarrassing it is.

Its fucking attractive, especially when she has her hair pulled up in a half-pony and the shaved area makes her jaw just that more accented.

It has all the gaybies in the Pitt frothing at the mouth.

Victoria can’t keep her eyes off the exposed area at the back of her neck. She won’t admit it but she had a weirdly specific sex dream about it.

She likes to run her hand over the regrowth, mostly because if pisses Trinity off.

Cassie wolf-whistles when she sees her and internally wishes she was about ten years younger because she’d be all over that.

Mel makes a new OC with the exact same haircut.

Baran blurts out a compliment her the first time she sees it and wonders if it is too forward to ask Trinity if she could come over to help her out around the house.

Parker isn’t really into other butches but she can’t help but agree Santos looks fine. She considers fixing up her own hairstyle to compete with her.

Yolanda wonders how the texture must have changed, how that would feel under her fingers as she pulled her in closer to her cunt- she’s currently being iced out by Trinity and her gaggle of ED friends, but maybe if they could just talk it out..