the sudden influx of sdv fics im seeing from moots and just seeing in general is changing something within me .. do i dare attempt to write a shane fic that encapsulates the weariness of both his aging body and plummeting mental health on top of the recurring reminder of the deaths of his two best friends and how the guilt he has no reason to feel cripples him and how horribly ill-equipped he is to care for a child who he can’t look at without being reminded of them. hm.
ok wait I can’t decide do I make it a sharvey fic or a shendall fic. CHOOSE .. swirling my hands in front of ur face .. CHOOSE ..
must admit im a bit surprised by this turn of events. but what the crowd demands the crowd will receive. for who am i if not merely the hand which holds the pen, the paper which houses the words, the mouth which shapes the speech, the uttering which (my microphone cuts off)