whenever one of my more popular mutuals reblogs a post of mine and then it immediately starts getting notes I feel like I’m a poor victorian street urchin singing a sad little song on the street with my patched up old cap upturned on the ground just hoping for passersby to drop tuppence into it and a wealthy older gentleman with a cane and a top hat has just stopped to listen to me for a few minutes whilst thoughtfully puffing on his pipe and stroking his beard and then after I finish my song he ruffles my hair and tells me I’ve done good and drops a ten pound note into my cap and I exclaim with disbelief and delight and say are you quite sure sir why that’s enough to keep my family fed for a week or more and we’ve had naught but boiled water for tea and supper ever since mama passed on of consumption and papa lost his job at the factory and he just smiles quietly dons his top hat and winks mysteriously at me and then continues on his way while I run to the market as fast as I can to buy potatoes and bread