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writers whenever they’re starting a new fic: I have these ✨ vibes ✨ now I’ll have to build an entire plot and write an entire fic about those vibes

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen

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“you can’t keep writing through the pain,” she says. i smile weakly, hands covered in metaphor and caffeine. “i don’t write through the pain. i am the pain.”

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Bold of you to assume I know 10 people @superpixie

I’ll still play along though and formally invite everyone who wants to join in.

Rules: without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite television shows, then tag ten people to do the same.

Tagged by @bisexualdawnsummers 🌟

@dawnrider @britonell @eowynwise @kstewdeux @fawn-eyed-girl @nandalikesstuff @dyaz-stories @meadashaw @mrfeenysmustache @mounted-archer

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a good sailor will always return to the sea

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they should invent eyesight that doesn't go bad from reading fanfiction on your phone 24/7

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so, it's been a few hours

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ao3 being down is my villain origin story.

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Sometimes one of the best things about rewatching a show is how your interpretation of the plot (and things left out of the plot) can change as you grow and mature. For example, in Episode 69 "Shippo Get's An Angry Challenge", I've never really had a problem with the abrupt ending. Soten is a cute little character who can interact with Shippo at his level and then quickly disappears without comment. It's good. It's cute. I understand from a show development/narrative point that the showrunners couldn't drastically change the whole story.

But we have no such limitations.

And there is no way Kagome would leave that kid to fend for herself.

And thus, "Absolutely Not A Kidnapping" (FIRST TWO CHAPTERS NOW LIVE ON AO3) was born from many frantic texts between myself and fellow 20 year fan/now mom @kstewdeux.

Credit where credit is fully due, she took those texts and made it into an actual readable fic and honestly it should say

WRITTEN BY KSTEW, EXECUTIVE PRODUCER PIXIE.

Enjoy :)

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At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

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fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’

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unfortunately, I will write this fic and I am writing this fic are two very different things

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if you’ve never frantically googled “can you die from [insert obscure plot device here],” are you even a writer? i live in fear of what my search history says about me.

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Read on Ao3

Long long ago, in a land far far away, there lived an incredibly annoying young man and I regret to inform you that this story is about him.

I could tell you the story of a world that looks much different than the one known. A magical world with buildings that touch the sky and carts that move all on their own. A strange world where cats were just cats, wolves were simply wolves and where every person you may encounter who appears human simply were. A wonderful story full of mystery and wonders and heartbreak.

Sadly, if you came here today for that sort of fantastical tale, this is not that story. This is the story about an incredibly annoying young man who lived long long ago, in a land far far away, and whose life was often hard for no apparent reason other than he made it so.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Miroku,” Inuyasha groaned from across the village - just loud enough for the author of this tale to hear but he paid him no mind because none of the children heard him anyway.

This incredibly annoying young man was born as you might expect. At exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place in the most inconvenient way. Buildings were destroyed, honorable men died, and just overall, the timing most certainly could have been better. A great many things would have been vastly improved had the very annoying man simply been born sooner or later but alas he came on the day he did and his father died when he could have otherwise survived had not the young man be born.

In the distance, an incredibly annoying young man (who bore a striking resemblance to the young man from this tale) made a rude gesture but we’re ignoring that as ignoring rude behavior is the best way to put an end to it.

In any event, unsurprisingly, the very annoying young man had an equally inconvenient childhood. Things could have been much better for him and for others, much better indeed.

“You are literally only alive right now because of me dumbass and I already said I’m sor-”

As all you dear children should know, life for the incredibly annoying is always difficult. That being said, it could have been much worse. The very annoying young man was provided every opportunity. Living off the generosity of others, however, could only ever be short lived. Eventually the benefactors with which the very annoying young man had spent his formative years grew tired of the boy as tends to happen when someone is terribly annoying. Very predictably he was banished from the fortress, which had done an admirable job protecting him, and with the young man his mother - who didn’t survive long poor dear. But the incredibly annoying do have that funny way of staying where they aren’t wanted so the world wasn’t dealt a merciful hand and the young man very unfortunately lived to see another day.

“Are you seriously doing this?! It’s a stupid piece of wood!”

As I was saying, for the longest, the world rejoiced because the very annoying young man stayed silent and kept to himself but all good things must come to an end. The very annoying young man found himself a woman. Their relationship was brief and yet not brief enough. It lasted just long enough to become an inconvenience to everyone. In incredibly annoying fashion, the deceased young woman was useful and skilled.

“I’ll kick your ass in front of this whole village if you don’t-“

Everyone was forced to wait years, many years, for someone fill the deceased girl’s very large shoes. Her death was very ill-timed and I have it on very good authority that none of this would have occurred had the very annoying young man not been so fixated on jewelry.

“I’ll kick your ass. I will. Don’t try me.”

But alas he was and alas she died. Of course, the incredibly annoying young man had to be incredibly annoying and die himself in such a way as to be a burden on everyone. Terrible affair. His never decaying corpse hung on a tree just outside the village for the sole purpose of being an eyesore and a nuisance.

“An eyesore?!”

Of course, the incredibly annoying young man could not stop there. Oh no, of course not. Some fifty odd years later, if you can imagine, he came to life once more and brought so much attention to himself that hardly anywhere was safe anymore. There are other reasons for that, of course, but this is not a story about broken jewelry or magical holes in the ground or any other such thing. This is a story about a very annoying young man who continues to be annoying to this very day. He truly was a horrid, horrid creature. Rude to all. Obstinate, headstrong and violent. Absolutely no consideration for the possessions of others or-

A firm hand gripped the storyteller’s collar and started dragging him away. Which was an incredibly annoying way to-

“Stop being dramatic. It’s just a staff,” Inuyasha huffed, “I’ll get you another one.”

“Another staff will not replace the one that was lost,” Miroku clipped back as he resisted and managed to get onto his hands and knees - he pulled out a sutra and held it at the ready, “That staff was carved by my great-“

“You’re acting like the whole thing is gone. The top dangling… thing is fine. It’s just, you know, the stick part,” Inuyasha huffed as the headman and elders glanced between the two men from a safe distance away, “I will get you a very nice stick to replace the stick I broke.”

Miroku bristled and got to his feet.

“A very nice stick will not replace what has been lost! That staff had been in my family for generations! I planned on passing it to my son!”

“Okay but just like the curse it’s broken,” Inuyasha huffed, “Get over-“

Inuyasha blanched and ducked when Miroku lunged and took a swing at him.

A fair distance away, the headman and elders who’d summoned the two idiots (one blindly slapping at the other who was half-heartedly dodging) exchanged worried glances.

“Should we stop this?”

“No,” said the eldest of the elder with a dark chuckle, “I’d like to see how this ends.”

“But the exorcism-“

The eldest elder tutted at his fellows and held up one hand.

”Silence. I’m watching.”