Ayy, call me boo! (all pronouns fine) I tag all s3 with #ml spoilers #[episode]. Avatar by yaushie. I talk about writing a lot, and actually post it sometimes. No art is mine unless stated and obviously made in MS Paint with a mouse. Please let me know if you'd like anything tagged!
I recently sent someone a nice ask and have been wondering if it'll be answered, then remembered all the nice asks I've gotten on this blog that I never answered because they were so so nice and lovely I just had to keep them like treasured letters and postcards.
They're just kind of forever part of this account, devoured by the inbox.
Please know if you ever sent me an ask I didn't answer, I basically loved it so much I had to eat it.
(sometimes I will cough it back up to reread, but mostly it's just a part of me)
in any case, if you're in the same boat of wondering whether a well meaning ask you sent will be answered, pls consider: maybe the person you sent it to eated it?
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
If you ever feel like you don't contribute to fandom because you "only" comment—
A regular serial commenter just joined a fandom Discord server I'm on and people are coming out of the woodwork to thank her for her service to the fandom, expressing how much joy her comments on their works bring them.