the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

one scene that always gets me is in the sunshine court when jeremy is sitting next to jean on his bed after their day on the beach and finding out about the ravens. jeremy knowing jean shouldn’t be alone and they’re sitting there next to each other and jean thinks that the warmth of jeremy’s body thawed the parts of him the sun couldn’t reach. jean being distracted by sounds from the kitchen but before he can move jeremy says, stay with me. and jean stays, because with jeremy beside him it’s the first time his room has ever felt truly safe and right, and jean is content to hold onto that feeling for as long as he can.

I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

Can we all go back to the fact that Jean has been down bad for Jeremy since he was like 15? There’s just something about 15 year old Jean staring at a photo of Jeremy’s smiling face while he’s broken and beaten and searching for the light. Then years down the road, he’s staring at a picture of Jeremy’s smiling face again but this time he’s next to him in the picture. Jeremy’s wrapped around him and the picture is hanging on their refrigerator. And it’s not just a picture now, but a memory he has for himself. Jeremy’s smile isn’t just a dream now, it’s a reality that lives in his home and kisses his mouth and calls his name sweetly.