#old fiddauthor

[thatdamnmoldyfox]

I have not been able to get this post by @disgruntleddemon out of my head since I saw it so here's Ford investigating something with Mcgucket on him like a backpack, also investigating.

[littleoneamanda]

Glad Midsommar!

[grunklebongrip]

Fiddleford gets to watch Ford develop his laugh lines in real time

[dreamdemonden]

i’ve tried forgetting, maybe I can try forgiving

[mushiver]

AND old

[inkstitchez]

im so normal about them im so normal about them im so normal !

[bagel-cow]

Fiddauthor Day 2025

Warm Memories // Warmer Bodies

[avidhousehusband]

Listen. My love for post Canon fiddauthor is not because I don't like college era fiddauthor. On the contrary, part of why i love it is BECAUSE of college era fiddauthor. Because I relate so hard to it.

I met my wife in college. We did everything together. She stayed in my dorm room when things were bad, and we bonded over our weird little interests between classes.

But we didn't date. For years. I loved her, desperately, and she loved me, but we didn't know that. We didn't think we could pursue those things. We were both in the worst years of our lives. (And I was a sad closeted bastard who was too afraid.) So we took care of each other any way we could without owning up to anything.

Even afterwards, for years we were roommates, in our tiny apartment. Shopping together, eating together, doing everything together. I was there with her when things got bad in the middle of the night, and she was there with me when I finally lopped off 30 inches of hair, and started T.

It took a lot of scary shit happening for us to realize what we were hiding.

So here we are. Married for 4 years now. We could have been happy and started healing back when we first met, but we weren't ready.

She wasn't ready when she was fresh out of the marine corps with the motorcycle and the hip flask, working as a bouncer for a shitty music venue.

I wasn't ready when I was dirt broke, working ring crew for wrestling shows on the weekends, as janitor at night, and barely making it through college as a closeted cadet by day.

But, like post Canon fiddauthor, we have now. Things didn't work out when we were young,

My wife has her first gray hairs, lingering pains from the hard years, but she's an academic, pursuing a masters degree, and building a career that she loves.

I'm balding, don't have a relationship with my family, and I'm starting to get lines from age, but I get good sleep, I spend every day with my best friend, and I have the opportunity to grow into an old man, something I never thought possible.

Long post, but fiddauthor means the actual world to me. It's why I hone in on it so much. It shows that you can still figure it out. That just because you stutter step in your youth doesn't mean your life's done.