#i saw it got inspired rbed it and wrote this

[sindirimba]

i have something amazing to share

a bit ago i got a comment on my fic, for roses, too, asking if the commenter could bind it in a for real book. of course i freaked out and said yes, and now i have the result in my greedy little paws and it's absolutely amazing.

thank you thank you thank you to @reachthebluedot for creating this. i'm so honored and so touched that my little ol story could inspire such an amazing piece of fan work. this thing feels SO nice to hold, it's so well made and so special. i've always thought physical copies of fic were an interesting little fandom curio to have, but i never actually had any of them. until now, and it's my own thing! i wrote this shit! i'm over the moon :)

and even better, this was done as part of @renegadepublishing's FanFiction Writer Appreciation Day, today! there's a lot of cool stuff rbed there, i definitely recommend checking them out.

and now, most importantly, pictures:

check out how nice the amazing art from @gaal-dornick looks :) so delighted when i saw it on the page

in its place of honor next to a bread book on my bookshelf 🖤🖤🖤

[theirtheretheyre]

who are you? what are you?

they ask, they shout, they scream

i am the scrunchie on my wrist, still velvety soft and bright red

i am the faded ball sitting alone in the corner of the neighbors yard

(it was bright red last summer, and full of air and laughter. but now even the dogs have forgotten it)

i am those few moments, early in the morning,

when the sun is just starting to rise, and the sky is still all dark blues and purples,

but you can see the faintest sliver of pink and orange, out on the horizon,

i am the hoodie i once wore for a week straight, and still wear so often

now it looks a bit gray instead of white, the blue and red dull and quiet.

(they were bright once. colors so loud it hurt to look sometimes)

(the string for the hood is gone, missing, not important enough for lost & found)

i am the flush in my cheeks, the sting on my nose, the red of my ears,

the cold that wouldn’t bother me as much if i had worn a hat and scarf.

and they scream back

no that cannot be who you are! that’s not how this works!

oh but it is

i am all of this and

i am everything and nothing all at once