Like tears in the rain

some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free

“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.

But it happens to you when you’re young. It happens when your brain isn’t even fully done cooking—when you’ve barely experienced anything, really. The worst thing is one of the first big things that ever happens to you in your life. It happens to you, and it goes all the way down to the bottom of what you know how to feel, and it rips it open and carves out this chasm down below to make room. And because you were so young, and because it was one of the first big things to happen in your life, you’ll always carry it inside you. Every time something terrible happens to you from then on, it doesn’t just stop at the bottom —it goes all the way down."

he woke up one day, feeling a strange pull behind his stomach, and decided he wanted to open up a music shop in the village a few miles over. not just wanted to, though; needed to. he spent years filling it up with piles upon piles of records, creating aquantances with the muggles who lived in the villiage, and impressing them all endlessly with his 'magic tricks'. remus, who one day decided to open the shop early on nothing but impulse. and who walks in moments later?

a stranger with perfect shoulder length curls, black leather jacket, and steel blue eyes alight with mischief.

suddenly, remus knew what the tug had been about all these years.

"can i help you?" remus asked from behind the counter.

the man looked up from the first crate of records, and his jaw dropped. static fizzed between them. after a moment, he licked his lips and slauntered over, and pointed behind remus.

"could i have that?" he asked, and remus twisted his head to see what the man was pointing at. it was his favorite queen album.

remus shook his head, delivering regretfully, "sorry, not for sale."

the man puckered his lips, clearly not all that disturbed.

"what about..." he stared slowly, "your name? could i have that?"

remus smirked.

"remus lupin," he said, slyly, stomach rolling as he held his hand out towards the other man.

The man grinned, and it was boyish and beautiful.

I propose the term foot canon; for things that are canon that we want to ignore

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you see one on the street,

For decorum is essential when a lobster you must greet.

You may comment on the weather, compliment his choice of hat,

But crustaceans like their space if one should stop them for a chat.

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you’re strolling down the coast,

Simply nod and give a greeting, or a handshake at the most,

For a lobster’s first priority is formal social graces,

And one seemes over-familiar if a lobster one embraces.

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you meet one in the sea,

For a lobster’s spines and chitin make it difficult, you see,

And he might become self-conscious if you bring that fact to light,