Listen. I'm writing this letter to you from the fanfic-writing war front. I'm not sure I'm going to make it out alive. I don't know how much more I can take. I've seen things — characters I have to write interacting with normal-ass human beings but their ding dang heads are as big as the rest of their ding dang bodies and they're 4 feet tall and do you realize how much that would weigh. Do you realize? The images haunt me in my sleep. If someone comes home to you from this war, it won't be me.
I love you.













