there's something about seeing fanart/writing/AUs of The Guy™, because it always goes one of two ways:
" OH MY GOD IT HE" and then proceeding to freak out about it for the next two hours, but in the end I come out of it somewhat still okay -
or its a category 5 autism event. there are 3 people dead. Someone is wondering if I'm alive. I have 7 missed calls from my mother wondering if I've eaten the yakisoba in the fridge. We're only halfway through.










