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fanfic used to be written on PAPER and traded covertly at CONVENTIONS and published in ZINES and talked about IN SECRET. it was built out of LOVE and used to be something SUBCULTURAL and took TIME to make. it was formed from a desire to see STAR TREK MEN KISSING and VICTORIAN DETECTIVES JACKING EACH OTHER OFF. and i just think that we need to REMEMBER THE OLD WAYS and why our FOREBEARS came up with the ORIGINAL YAOI in the first place. because you can take from us our PLOTS and you can take from us our TROPES but your machines can NEVER substitute the HEART of a great FANDOM which is CREATIVITY from the DEEP BRAINROT of an ORGANICALLY GROWN BEAUTIFUL FUJOSHI SOUL

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just a lil self-insert comic doodle on how i feel about that moon design in sotm. i like that awful little weirdo a lot hdsfdsfh

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swoon him like a princess 😈💕✨️

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I am not a "content creator" I am a writer and artist. I do not make the works that an audience demands, or that I think will be popular. I make the works that I'm passionate about, when I'm passionate about them.

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"Should I post my fics?" 👉👈

YES

Because someone out there wants to read exactly what you wrote and you will MAKE. THEIR. DAY. Whether or not you get a hundred kudos, that one person will experience the crazy, fic-induced euphoria that YOU KNOW leaves you grinning like an idiotic nerd for hours, and isn't that great that YOU can do that?

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Finding a colorblind friendly redesign of the rainbow flag has me happy to see a pride flag for once

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To all my comrades and friends who have stood by me—

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you’ve done. I have never forgotten your support 🫶🏻

Today, I’m writing to you while my family and I are living through one of the hardest phases of this war.

It’s been over 600 days—and these recent days are the most brutal we’ve faced. We are suffering from extreme hunger. Our bodies are exhausted. We can barely walk due to lack of food.

On top of that, there’s constant bombing, killing, displacement, and fear. Every minute, people are being injured or killed.

To be very direct:

All the crossings have been closed for over three months.

Everyone here knows: food supplies in Gaza have run out.

People are starving. Some are fighting each other out of hunger.

The occupation set up so-called “humanitarian aid centers”—but placed them in dangerous combat zones in Rafah, far in the south.

We live in northern Gaza. No aid reaches us. They tell us:

“If you want food, go south. Go to those centers.”

But how can we? It’s death waiting there.

We asked people who tried. We were desperate. My father told me,

“We have nothing left to eat. Your little sister can’t bear the hunger anymore.”

So I made a painful decision.

A friend and I went south—hoping to bring something back.

We spent the night in the streets, waiting. In the morning, they said aid was coming. I was so hopeful—just to bring back one loaf of bread, a grain of lentil, anything at all.

And then the horror began.

As we approached, the Israeli tanks started firing directly at us.

It felt like the end of the world.

People were killed in cold blood—while they were hungry.

We tried to escape, we were surrounded. I even filmed a short video of us running, trying to survive. You can hear the bullets flying above our heads.

I survived—barely.

But I came back empty-handed.

My family was waiting for me—hoping I’d bring just one thing to eat.

When they saw I had nothing, the disappointment on their faces broke me.

I cried. Not from fear. But from helplessness. I tried everything—and still failed.

Believe me, friends—right now, I don’t want anything from this world All I ask is to raise enough to buy a bag of flour. Just one.

So I can feed my family. So I can see them smile once—after all this sadness.

Right now, the price of one flour sack is $500.

That one sack can feed my family for a whole week.

Please… I need your help. I can’t go back to those deadly “distribution centers.”

I won’t risk death again.

Click here to find the campaign verification link

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Shout out to mentally ill people who dropped out of school

- shout out to the kids who were “so bright” and ‘heading somewhere” and had to drop out because school was too much to handle along with mental illness

- shout out to the kids who struggled to get where they got before they dropped out

- shout out to the kids who tried and tried and tried and still couldn’t finish

you aren’t unintelligent because you dropped out of school, you aren’t a delinquent or a bad person because you dropped out of school, just because you did what you had to doesn’t make you a bad person

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The fact that people don't think friendship is enough to justify characters doing insane acts of love for each other baffles me. Like have you never loved your friend so so much you want to live in their ribcage. Have you never been really weird about a friend. Have you never wanted to bite your friends parents or shove them down a staircase. Have you never wanted to be buried in the same grave as a friend. Have u never. How do u people live like this.

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terfs cannot be touching my fucking meowth posting when hes literally played by a trans woman okay like hes off limits. i know that cat dabbles a little in they/them and she/her

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Early 2000s toys. Feel free to use!

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the most #UselessLesbian thing i have ever done was when i was trying to figure out if this girl liked me or not, just constantly arguing with myself about it, and after a couple, uh, months, of this, i was like, “god i wish i could just like… go to court and lay out all this evidence and have a couple lawyers argue over the TRUE MEANING of her text messages, and then a judge tells me if she likes me or not.” and then the proverbial lightbulb went off over my proverbial head, and i dug into my mock trial folder from high school and found the trial guidelines and i wrote out an entire trial transcript featuring a plaintiff (me), my attorney (my wildest hopes and dreams), a defense attorney (my worst fears and insecurities), and a judge (my desperate attempt at rationality). the final product was several thousand words long. it clarified nothing. at any point in this process did it occur to me to ask her how she felt about me? absolutely not. did i ever stop and think, “hey, maybe i should tell her that i like her?” absolutely not. that’s for people who take risks and i don’t take risks i take myself to court in my own head.

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Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.

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By the way, fanfiction isn't the place for reviews or criticism.

When you're a published author, it's like you're preparing a meal in a food competition. You expect a rating and to be told what worked and what didn't to improve your craft and embark on your career.

When you're a fanfiction author, it's like taking some of your free time to enjoy the process of baking cookies and then offering them to someone to be kind.

If you take a cookie from the plate, you don't spit it out and tell them it sucked.

Unless the writer asks for your opinion, you can keep it to yourself.

Adding this to clarify, and you don't have to agree with this by any means, I cannot force you to, but the reason Ao3 and Fanfiction isn't the space for criticism and ratings...is that it is a fan space created by fans for fans.

It isn't school.

It is a space where people with the same interests can congregate and enjoy the same fandom.

When you think about commenting on an fanfic authors fics, don't think if it as fishing around in your pocket to give them a compliment.

Compliments are nice. Most everyone likes compliments.

"I like your character development."

"You paint wonderful imagry."

Those are comments that are compliments. Speaking for myself as a fanfic writer they're nice, but they're not what my fan heart craves.

I want engagement with my readers.

The best comments I get aren't talking about my skill as a writer, but what just happened in the story because you and I (the reader) are already fans of the world created.

Comments like:

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Did she actually just do that?"

"EXCUSE me?!?!"

None of these comments are compliments and none are critical. They are emotionally aligned with the story. They are engaged and with this engagement we create a little community in this tiny little space we get to call ours.

I cannot stop people from saying cruel things, but I can inform those people of the "dangers" so to speak when people treat fandom spaces like Ao3 as if it's Goodreads.

Writers, who write for themselves and offer it to you out of kindness, can decide that if people are just going to spit out their cookies they don't need to post about them anymore and that is how fandom spaces die.

If you don't like the flavor of cookie they made, or you're allergic to one of its ingredients...don't eat the cookie. Put it back for someone else to enjoy and then go find the flavor you do like.

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im gods weakest faggot

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pov u just learned what wireplay is (and u might be a little bit into it)

i drew this on a whim sorry y'all

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propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:

whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.

telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.

googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again

deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.

naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.

believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.

using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.

making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.

taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)