Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
Ian and Mickey are riding off into the sunset together. Magnus is schooling Isak about Even’s manic depression. What next? QAF returns and Brian and Justin are living in their mansion with 2 kids and a dog?
Is it just me or are a lot fanfiction really depressing lately? Every time a new post pops up I just expect to experience pain and agony. With all these friendly reminders and theories, I feel my heart break into tiny little pieces! Don’t stop you glorious writers! I enjoy the pain! Bring it on! There is nothing I can’t handle! That doesn’t mean I want you to stop writing fluff or smut scenes! Keep those coming too! All I’m saying now is that I have finally died from all these fics about my babies dying and nothing and I mean NOTHING can hurt me anymore! I have read it all! However I bet someone will prove me wrong! I’m looking at you @sparkleywonderful@hermajestymanon @underthe-mountain @illyriantremors @sarahviehmann @sarah-bae-maas
And all the other writers I have stumbled upon! I love you guys and can’t wait for all the torture I will endure at the hands of your writing!! (Does this make me sadistic!?)