time differences are my friend

Because it's officially liketheroad's birthday, and I just really wanted to post this before I go to bed. It's hard to know what to say, but it's also easy: you're wonderful, I couldn't have gotten through this past spring without you, and I'm so, so, so grateful I found you. It's one of those things that just settles me, knowing I have you around. You let me talk things out, let me lean and lean when I need it, and even though I can't always take the offered help (sometimes talking is harder than I like it to be), just knowing it's there, fuck, but it helps so much. (I'm a mess and a half most of the time, but I'm here if you need me, you know that, right?)

Darling, have a happiest birthday, and here's to rocking the fuck out of the coming year, yeah? And so much love, so much.

take me to your world

Two stories I've been rereading for the past couple of days:

mahoni's Vertigo, which is a wonderful, wonderful story about Bob getting kidnapped in Gotham and rescued by you-know-who. I mean, okay, her Bob pov is perfect, the story is scary (it would be scarier if we didn't know Batman was on the case), and the ending is, ow, oh, THIS BAND. In addition to those awesome things, I love all superheroes and especially this particular dark and brooding one with his family of misfits, so I adore this story to bits. PERFECT.

which_is_golden's Bruises To Prove It, which is an Ashlee Simpson AU, about her as a boxer. Oh man, I can't tell you how much I needed to read this story this week--it's triumphant and lovely, sharp and sweet and amazing. Adjectives are stupid--I finished reading it and promptly had to read it all over again. Just read it, just read it. I want more stories like this forever.