I want to adventures with you

He used to eat whatever he could get his hands on but when he has an actual choice? Cheetos. Uncrustables. The plastic kool aid bottles and yes he’s gnawing on the top. Avocados yeah but more so inhaling any berry or fruit he can get his hands on. The only veggie Robby and Jack can absolutely get him to consume without a grimace is peas. And even that can be a hassle. Give him those chobani flip yogurts and he’s eating four in one day.

It’s partially his sensory issues with food, part of the simplicity of “carb protein fruit” (vegetable, Robby chastises him and Dennis grumbles in reply), and of course the trauma of it.

Growing up, he couldn’t leave the table until his plate was empty. When church goers brought over food or he went to some gathering, it was polite to take a bit of everything. He’s been so used to forcing his body to consume whatever was put in front of him that the first time Trinity asked what he wanted for snacks he didn’t have a reply. “Whatever you want” because he wouldn’t dare get something of his own or something he wasn’t sure he would like. Something he couldn’t finish.

So when he was the money, and the friends and partners who support his food habits (one vegetable, Dennis seriously you’re going to get scurvy) (I’m not a fucking pirate you’re the one with one leg-sorry, sorry I’m sorry) (I’m not-Jesus I think Robby would insist on corner time for that but that’s fucking funny-)

the good news: I know my process enough to recognize this as the slump that I hit in everything I write when it's like three-quarters-ish done

the bad news: the only way out is through

the good news: I do know the way out!

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 ☕️🍪🐈‍⬛