Hey guys. It's a sad day. I was sick in bed, and when I finally emerged from the covers Space Marine greeted me sheepishly with the news about Alan Rickman and I cried on him and the toddler was confused but hugged my leg anyway. Naturally, then I thought of all of you because he's kind of a part of our bond, isn't he? Our special weird bond. Whether he's your head-canon Snape or not, he's certainly an icon of Snape, our human incarnation of an amazing man made of words, and he was fucking fantastic. And one headline labeled him right: everybody's secret crush. Not accurate, in my case -- it was a super blatant crush. RIP, Alan Rickman. You're still adored.