Stevie: No. I just think David will hate the pants.

In which Antoni Porowski is all of us

Two years ago, I went to fill out some paperwork for a business license. Little did I know, that I would end up meeting the love of my [life].

1. None of my family is on here

But at the same time, fanfiction is about all of those holes and jagged edges and wounds left unhealed, about what happens when the war is over and everyone who’s left needs to go back home. It’s about the fact that surviving is usually the hardest part, and we rarely get to choose what’s done to us but we do get to choose how we survive afterwards. It’s about the child soldiers who no longer have a war, and about the trauma of getting past the trauma you’ve survived. It’s about injury and depression and PTSD. It’s about recovery, yes, but also about those things that do not recover, those things that will never recover. It is a reminder that we live in a world where many people don’t get white picket fences and 2.5 kids and a happily ever after, but also a reminder that there is life beyond that, survival, yes, but also life. It is a reminder that characters’ lives don’t end with the last page and nor too do people’s lives end with their trauma, but that after that hurt comes comfort and healing and putting one foot in front of another because the best way to get through hell is to keep going.

Ron: *dawning realization followed by deep-rooted regret that they were both very dumb teenagers*

I'm here for it.

DAVID, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR?

Let people have emotions over something they enjoy, okay? 

Tell me what it is

He hasn’t even asked for my phone number, which in my experience, means that he’s either newly married or he’s gay.

David + suits

(outside of any wedding shenanigans)