Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to the original canon, sometimes it’s just that one telegram that says “Fuck you. Strongly worded letter to follow”.
And sometimes it’s 95 things that canon did wrong, nailed to a door.
martin luther was onto something
“95 Things The Catholic Church Got Wrong And The One Thing It Got Right”
Memory is a strange thing. It doesn’t work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order… But now I’m not so sure I believe in beginnings and endings.