Okay so my dad has just come downstairs, had a half hour conversation with me in which he defended the validity of transformative works in general, extolled on why people who question the validity of fan works are full of shit, told me how cool he thinks it is that there are these communities that can bounce off, be inspired by, and communicate so thoroughly with each other (basically ‘the internet’s great you just couldn’t have done that x years ago—you’d’ve had to write letters and everything would have taken weeks’), and asked me to link him in to my fanfics because he’d like to read them and would be interested to see my interpretation of the HP world.
So yeah, basically, my dad is the fucking greatest and I love him so damn much and I am so very, very lucky
And actually, he’s always really good with things like this. Like, I love sewing—it’s another one of my beloved hobbies, and there was this tv show in the UK for a few seasons called The Great British Sewing Bee, and I was obsessed with it, naturally. And he’d watch the programs with me, let me pause and explain things I thought were cool, he’d ask questions about it. Then one day we’d gone shopping bc he needed clothes, and he was looking inside the waistbands of all these trousers, looking at the hems, pointing out cool bits of construction, identifying whether or not things were well designed and put together or not, and he was like “Wow, I’d never thought about how much work went into making clothes before, but now I can really appreciate how complicated a piece of craftsmanship even simple things are, it’s amazing, I mean look at how they’ve finished off the edge of that waistband…”
Like… he just really pays attention, he’s really, genuinely interested, he’s always appreciative and supportive of my interests… and I just love him. A lot. I think I possibly have the best dad.