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.
I have not seen Fleabag, but I am aware of some sort of hot priest phenomenon and let me tell you, the weird conflict you get when you meet an actual hot priest who’s has like love of God and his parish just BEAMING OUT OF HIM ALL OVER and you’ll like, this is AMAZING HE’S GOING TO HELP SO MANY PEOPLE but also, he’s cute and like dating is out of the question.