don’t you wish such place existed
They would be divided according to fandom. Crossover fics would appear in all the fandoms they reference. The smut section would have red lighting (for red light districts, duh) and the fluff section would have bean bags and stuffed animals. The angst section would be between fluff and smut so you can cope as you choose. There would be divisions according to pairings. Fan art would decorate the walls. There would be special nights for readings. The computers could be used to write fic and reference the original canon. Each fandom section would be decorated according to the corresponding fandom. The staff would wear cosplays from various fandoms.
*sobs quietly because this doesn’t exist*
There would be hot chocolate and cheetos and french fries and coffee available at all times; hot chocolate to sip in between sobs, cheetos and french fries to fill the emptiness you feel when you finish a truly great fanfic, and coffee to give you the caffeine you need to pull a reading all-nighter. There would be t-shirts available for the most-loved fanfictions. There would be hammocks and lofts and beds and couches and armchairs and blankets and pillows. It would not be an uncommon thing to spend the night tucked into a corner of this beautiful place. It would be a sanctuary.
*and the tears stream down my face*
Can there be a separate room with hungry hungry hippos and mortal kombat games for all those who are overwhelmed with anger at the shipping wars to get out their frustration? (I’d rather not be in the middle of a fluff and suddenly a Wincest/Destiel fight breaks out.)
I’d never leave.
I’m that creeper in the Johnlock section hissing at you when you try to be social with me.
Don’t forget that ship wars will happen, so you should have some Security forces.
He expects to find her hunched and hiding in her coffee, but her gaze is fixed on him, pointed and desperate. “I can’t sit here and eat breakfast with you knowing…” Her voice trails off into a whisper, before she swallows, finds her words again. “Isn’t this killing you?” Her eyes widen a little in emphasis, like she can’t believe she’s there and they’re doing this right now.
A slightly heavier approach on the ‘I hope they make it’ concept. Dealing with the JB case’s influence on the Caskett relationship.
-it’s late because it’s a LONG ONE.-
Let’s see if we can get to 20,000 notes on this before the Season 5 premiere
Legitimately have reblogged this at least 18 times, what does that mean? *REBLOG*
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
Alex Conrad: It’s a real pleasure, detective. I have read “Heat Wave” and “Naked Heat” so many times, I feel like I know you. The piercing intelligence, the self-assured beauty..
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