#Friend I am crying

[mollymarymarie]

hello love!!

i just finished a re-read (one of several) of DYH and i came here to tell you (remind you really, it’s yours ofc you know this) how lovely and brilliant it is!! i went back to my original comment on ao3 and realized my first read was just over a year ago which is so wild.

i have so many thoughts but the one that i can’t help but smile about—the thing that has really stuck with me as i started publishing my first fics and writing more regularly and being more invested in this fandom over the past year—is your response. you replied back! and that was the first time i had really interacted with an author on ao3. you were so kind and thoughtful and overall i could tell that you really cared and wanted to create space for conversations about your work that made it feel like we were all on the same level, loving these characters together.

there’s so much discourse rn on fandom and popular fics and interactions within this space that are harmful and negative, and it’s all so valid. like, you did not owe me a response. you don’t owe anyone anything as a writer. but the community aspect to fandom is still very much present and wanted and for folks not on tumblr, most of that discourse happens in fic comments. so even a small interaction over a year ago in the comment section of one of my favorite stories is still HUGE to me, because it made me feel like i could interact; like the space was also mine to claim. and i am so very grateful to you for making that happen, even unconsciously.

you’re a superstar and a fabulous writer and i’m sending you all of the flowers and sweet treats and affection in my arsenal <3 thank you!! hope you’re having a good day :)

FRIEND 🥺🥺🥹🥹

I am so happy you took the time to send me this because it means SO MUCH to me. Because I really do try to be as kind as possible, especially to those who are already so kind to me to read (and reread!) my work and comment on it and enjoy it! This genuinely made me tear up 🥹

This is what fandom should be! A space for community and conversation and connections, enjoying things that we love together! I'm so thankful you think I'm a good author but I'm also just a regular ass nobody lol. it might take me some time to reply to comments or asks (especially now that I'm not as active as I used to be) but i met some of my closest online friends through comments and messages on Tumblr and ao3 so I love those connections

I wish I could say, yes, interact!! Don't be afraid!! But that would be hypocritical of me, because I don't interact much anymore specifically because of negative interactions. But your incredibly thoughtful ask has reminded me that the good outweigh the bad by far ❤️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[jupiterslibrary]

one of the differences between good omens the show vs good omens the book that will always fuck me up is the post-bookshop fire scene. crowley goes from picking himself up, dusting himself off, accepting the loss of aziraphale and Just Driving Anyway to completely falling apart. i do get why people have gripes with it being changed so fundamentally, and i've thought about it a lot myself, but i've never been able to bring myself to get mad about it. i always circle back to how the book was written by two best friends. that drunken, wrecked, grief stricken scene was written in a post-pratchett world. he lost his best friend.

[inkskinned]

actually sometimes being neurodivergent is great bc you have a particular kind of Silly Mode that just . manifests glory. harmless fun is my precious side quest & i have a high score in whimsy. like okay if i gotta be the first dork in the dance pit it's gonna be me and this random toddler and we're gonna avril-style rock ouuuuttt

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[keferon]

Chapters 46 and 47 were…….oh my god

[evermorre]

in retrospect “I vowed not to cry anymore if we survived the great war” is kinda fucked up huh

[lovely-v]

Me before completing the forest temple: okay I get that ocarina of time is fun and nostalgic for people but it’s a bit of a stretch to call it one of the greatest video games of all time

Me after completing the forest temple: By revealing that Link is not a Kokiri, but a Hylian, the game effectively strips him of his humble origins amongst a group of people that already fail to recognize him in his adult form. Thus, kokiri village instantly becomes a location that is no longer Link’s home in any sense, exacerbated by the fact that the game now loads up in the temple of time instead of Link’s bedroom— he is a stranger in the only place that has ever been familiar to him and he is depressingly reduced to his destiny alone. However, the subsequent introduction of the time travel mechanic, which allows the player to travel from the horrific apocalyptic future back to the idyllic past of Link’s childhood, gives new meaning to the idea of this “destiny”. In effect, Link is not a stock “chosen one”, but a protagonist who consciously decides to fight onwards. Link’s dual existence as a child who knows the grim future and as an adult who was powerless to stop disaster gives a sort of desperation to his character, because while it brings the player relief to revisit the Castle Town that is populated by cheerful villagers instead of lurking zombies, the story can only be progressed through the acknowledgement of reality — the decision to make those seven years pass again. Therefore, both the player and Link as a character must be proactive in their heroism and make the conscious choice to struggle onwards despite the darkness that permeates—

[elsecrytt]

Satoru Gojo goes to the same cafe every day for his coffee-flavored confectionary beverage. You are the barista tasked with pumping his drink with the unreasonable assortment of syrup squeezes.

You don't blink at it. You've been in customer service forever. Everything is second nature to you. But you give him a look when you hand him a drink and he just starts going.

He likes to make small chat, you learn. About meaningless things - desserts, drinks, the weather - but he makes you laugh, and he laughs at your jokes, too. He's smiling every time you talk.

He's beautiful - in that way that makes you uncertain if he's really there - and friendly, and he seems a bit lonely, eager to converse.

Something tells you Satoru probably doesn't have a lot of close friends. He's rich, too, judging by the massive tips he leaves you.

The thing is, you do a lot of things on autopilot. It's just the way these things get after a while. Pouring drinks, "What would you like today?", "I'll have that out for you soon!", "Have a nice day!", all that stuff.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes. Wires get crossed.

He's picked up his drink to leave, giving you a cheeky smile and a little wave, and you tell him, without thinking twice:

"Love you, bye!"

Oh. Oh fucking hell -

"Love you too!"

[booksandothersecrets]

Thinking about this for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and

[avoidmint]

Happy Birthday to the Birthday Barry! Surprised with their first ever hand made cake from their new friends. ♥

[coquelicoq]

it's about...longevity? stability? it's about natsume believing he'll be somewhere long enough to plant flowers and see them bloom. it's about him taking touko seriously when she asks him to tell her what flowers he wants to plant. it's about making something with his own hands, building a future with the fujiwaras. it's about him repairing a rundown home for someone else, restoring it because it's beloved to them, because it's the home of someone they love. it's about him seeing touko's joy and thinking about the youkai saying we'd like to look upon her happy face forever. it's about the box garden making him think of the fujiwaras' garden and his parents' garden, about the flowers being both the memory of flowers that bloomed there before, and the flowers that he and the youkai planted earlier that day. it's about him waking up in both worlds with sensei. it's about touko finding the petal in his hair. it's about him feeling how he falls short and the youkai saying, but you have such gentle hands...

[mochiwrites]

.....mochi.

sweats, hi zera

[vickyvicarious]

Ryunosuke's look down, scrunch not to cry, then tiny little smile and open expression is slaughtering me right now.

[inkskinned]

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

[lonelyoleander]

was the ride home always so... quiet...?