Are you ever just working on homework or something and suddenly you’re hit with a wave of random emotion and you have to stop working for a second to appreciate how perfect your otp is.
Just middle of nowhere. Randomly. I could be counting paperclips it doesn’t fucking matter, it’s just random otp feels in the middle of my very important paperclip task.
That’s not a toy
BONUS:
the steamiest smut for the fluffiest, most romantic fic ever. reblog if you agree
Hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your husband (from Jin Guangyao)–3zun’s gonna run this town, tonight. ✌
Reading fan fiction simultaneously is the only thing that makes me happy and reminds me that I’m gonna be alone forever
people who leave detailed reviews on fanfiction are a gift to the world
all fanfic writers, ever, awake at ungodly hours doubting everything they’ve ever written or thought of writing until they see that one (or more, hopefully!) magical, long-ass comment that makes every bit of struggle totally and completely worth it (via rudderless-in-an-ocean-of-stars)
that feeling when you’ve been reading all those gentle soft happy fanfics where everyone is gay and in love and it’s not a big deal and their friends all support them.
and your favourite superhero couples and detectives and kings and warlocks are just domestic and happy.
and then you emerge into the real world and it’s just not like that.
you walk into your job in the morning and know that if anyone knew, you’d be out the door. kids use the word ‘gay’ as a slur and it might be silly but it makes something hurt inside your chest. you look at your mother and think of the words she’d use to cut you with if you told her. the disgust on her face. you have your family around you and you know it could all be shattered in a minute and it would be you who’d done it.
everyone assumes your straightness. people look at you strangely when you use ‘they/them’ pronouns when asking what their fiancé’s name is, bcs you don’t want to make the same mistake that others make with you. you file forms with spaces for the mother’s name and father’s name and wonder how you’d fill them out if you had a partner and a child. you work with children and wonder what they have to hide about themselves.
and then, sometimes, you go home and read some more fanfic. maybe you write some, or draw fanart if that’s your thing. that’s the best thing, that we’re dreaming about a better world. maybe we’re not famous or published or earning money for what we do. but writing and reading fanworks like this helps a heck of a lot of people, including me, feel happy and comforted and like it’s possible that they might belong one day. that it gets better.
thank you, everyone who creates fanworks where being gay is simply treated as normal. your work is healing and wholesome and full of heart and goodness. and much as i may love the canon, it’s not the canon - it’s the fanworks that are a safe haven to retreat to and recover and heal.
I’ve been a little bit obsessed with bnha ww
Part 2🖤
“And we’ll be carrying each other
Until we say goodbye on our dying day, because
I got you brother
I’ve got you brother”
- Kodaline, “Brother”
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I identify as female with she/her pronouns. I love anything One Piece. Especially Trafalgar Law.
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