nobody care about me

anyway, can you guys believe that earlier this afternoon, while Jonas was just in the middle of telling Isak about going skateboarding with the guys and did Isak feel like coming with, Even walked up to them until he was right behind Isak, put his chin on top of Isak’s head, his hands in the pockets of Isak’s coat and then joined the conversation ever so coolly and casually. and like, Jonas is expecting Isak to panic about this public display of affection a little bit still, studies Isak’s face carefully as he waits for him to quickly scan the hallway in that fearful way of his but Isak doesn’t, grins up at Even instead, before turning his gaze back to Jonas and telling him yeah, sure, and if maybe Even can come too. Jonas nods a quick of course, catches the easy grin Even throws his way and watches him kiss the top of Isak’s head before stepping back as two girls enter the hallway, and he gets it then. gets that Isak doesn’t worry about checking hallways anymore because he knows Even’s already done that and made his decision accordingly, gets that Isak has shown Even his limits, his boundaries, knowing they would be respected then and always, gets that Even understands Isak now, too, the way he did, the way he does again, that they can be a team now, two boys all in for one boy, and isn’t that the most comforting thought for a best friend to have?

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.