2/2 This is the anon again, I my question pertained to the Grace verse
Aww – I’ve thought about it, Anon, but baby fic is not particularly my thing, considering that I’ve always been awkward around kids. If they were to have children, though, I like to think that they’d turn out looking a great deal like their mother such that no one is certain if James or Thomas is the father, and that they’d be the best loved, best cared for children in Nassau, what with their extremely extended, doting family! (and yes, you may feel free to imagine Charles Vane getting roped into babysitting duty to everyone’s consternation and eventual amusement when he proves to be good at it, and Anne and Eleanor bonding over going “so. you’re a kid. how’s… how’s that, then?”)
I would like to invite you all to embrace the ancestors you never knew.
As members of the queer community, we are in a unique space in that our marginalization is not always shared with our biological family. So we are often left with a feeling of separation to our community and our history, and I want to take a moment to encourage you all to try and bridge that gap within your minds. Think of the queer people who came before us as your family, because so many of them lived their lives so that yours could exist in the way it does.
Think of Oscar Wilde standing in court admitting his love and rejecting the idea that it was shameful in front of his peers. Think of Magnus Hirschfeld collecting data and research so that he could find a path to freedom paved with facts. Think of Marsha P. Johnson, giving out cookies to other sex workers and transgender people on the street and her rage as she threw that shot glass and ignited a revolution.
These people are your family, they are your history, and they built a world so that you could live in it. You may not be related by blood but you are related by history, their lives are irreversibly connected to ours and I encourage you all to take time to hold that in your minds as you move forward today.
I literally only have one rule in my writing and it is this:
No matter what I put my characters through, they make it. They get to make it to the end of the story and have everything work out and be ok.
Because that’s the story I need. So it’s the kind I write.
If you want a piece of writing advice: write a story that is what you needed to hear at whatever age your target demographic is. I can guarantee you there’ll be someone out there who needs to hear it as much as you did. And maybe you’ll help them the same way someone else’s story did for you.
For some reason, this hit home and I never realized it that I did this for my stories too
This is on point and I support this. This is also the best argument I’ve ever seen against the whole idea that a story is only good if someone dies.
You get it. We get it. And that’s immensely reassuring.
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