huffletrax:

The veteran looked into the hub as they approached it. A small sense of relief made their shoulders relax in what felt like an age. They sat down on one of the many comfy chairs that were dotted around the hub which naturally got bigger at every milestone to accommodate the influx of new people and some returning ones.

The atmosphere was one of celebration, Jack had hit twenty million subscribers and the whole hub wanted to party. The veteran watched as fan art after fan art to commemorate the occasion came flooding in. Paper, pencils, pens, drawing tablets, clay, if it could be used to create, it was there.

New members were warmly embraced by people already here, guiding them through the corridors and sharing knowledge of past videos and lore surrounding the channel. It made the veteran’s heart swell with pride and they remembered fondly the reason they came here:

To find others like them, to belong somewhere, to find a place where they could share the same passion as others.

Seeing the hub bustling and bright made them sigh happily. For all the times Jack has set them on fire, he made them laugh in equal measure.

Today, they ignored the fact they had seen the hub set alight at the slightest hint and put away their title as a veteran of the fires, that could be used later when the next inevitable incident appeared.

No, today they were home and they were what they were always meant to be:

A person that watches a loud Irishman who makes them smile and forget the troubles of their own world, even if it is only for the briefest of moments.