ohhh look at me i'm jean moreau i'm 6'2 i have beautiful hair and a beautiful nose and big strong muscles. i'm the best backliner in exy i'm naturally good at everything i do i'm funny without trying and i'm a gentle-hearted hopeless romantic. AND jeremy knox wants me. whatever
neil always asking kevin about jean after each time kevin talks to jean on the phone even though kevin hasn't told neil who he was talking to, one day kevin asks neil how he knows kevin is talking to jean and neil shrugs and says "your voice changes"
the thing about reading jean's pov is he's so traumatized and often very miserable but sometimes his inner monologue gives him away in the sense that he will randomly think the most hopelessly romantic thing you've ever read in your life like it's nothing
commodification of fandom haunts me every single day of my life. people will pay real money hand over fist for physical merch but withhold leaving even a 10-word comment on a WIP fic because it's not a fully rendered 'consumable' product. nobody can appreciate a process anymore