Oh my God.
I don’t really know how to put this into words, but somehow there are 4000 of you here now.
When I first started posting, it was just me and a blinking cursor, trying to turn feelings into something that made sense on a page. Little fragments of stories, late-night ideas, characters that wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote them down. I didn’t think much would come of it.
But somewhere along the way, this stopped being just my space.
It became ours.
4000 of you choosing to spend your time reading my words, feeling the same things I felt while writing them… that’s something I don’t think I’ll ever fully wrap my head around. Fic writing can feel like shouting into the void sometimes, but you’ve turned that void into something warm and alive.
Every like, every reblog, every tag, every message, it all reminds me that these stories don’t just belong to me anymore. They live a little in all of you too, in the way you read them, interpret them, carry them with you after.
Thank you for caring about the same fictional people I do. Thank you for letting my stories be part of your days, your comfort, your escape, your feelings.
I’m still just me, still writing at odd hours, still getting attached to characters a little too much, still trying to find the right words. But now I know they’re reaching someone.
And that makes all the difference.
4000 is just a number, but you aren’t. You’re real, and you’re here, and I’m so, so grateful for that♥️♥️
