Magic exists. It exists in love, in friendship. It exists in that moment when you find someone, and no matter what you say or do, they get you. They understand. It’s like a jigsaw puzzle coming together, someone matching your jagged or awkward edges just so. ‘it doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from, or how much money you’ve got in your pocket’, certain people are just ment to be friends, and when they come together, it’s just right. It’s magic.
Here’s to you, friends, and the kindest, sweetest, most awkwardly amazing and sexually frustrated fandom I’ve ever been a part of.