Here’s a thing I love.
I love when fic writers leave a little bit of themselves behind, in the songs the characters listen to or the breakfast they eat, the childhood toy or odd best friend. It fits as good as canon, but if you’re listening, these writers are leaving us little glimpses of their authentic selves, tucked away into the lives of our beloved characters, no so that we’ll like them too, but because these songs and faces and flaws are worthy of attention. If our heroes were real, their taste would be at least as good as ours, their lives at least as idiosyncratic. And we’d matter to them just as much as they do to us.



















