#boys n boats

[savvylittlecoxswain]

"Coxswains don't have to be strong, but they have to be willing to take an awful beating. They have to hold the tiller lines tight, which gives them shooting pains in the arms, and the boat sort of kicks them in the pants every time the oars bite into the water for a new stroke.

“Moch trains seriously along with the rest of his crew. 'More or less voluntarily,' he says, 'for the principle of the thing.' He has a varsity letter in fencing, too. He never sang in the glee club, in spite of his fine bass; has an 'absolute monotone.’

—Syracuse Herald, 9 August 1936

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[limewashedup]

neck kisses

[floralcyanide]

ʙᴏʙʙʏ's ɢɪʀʟ

(joe rantz x fem!reader)

Joe has a major crush on you, but you're Bobby's girl. Or so he thinks.

✣ warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting

✣ word count: 1.4k

✣ author’s note: I wish I had more time to work on this, but I've been busy with work, and a friend has been in town so ): I will definitely post more Joe though. hopefully it'll be better quality lol I just wasn't sure of what to write for Joe specifically so this is sort of a brain dump.

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Joe Rantz has a major crush on you, but you’re Bobby’s girl- or that’s what he thought. 

The first time Joe sees you is when the team meets Bobby, their new coxswain. You had tagged along as you followed Bobby everywhere he went, as he did you. The two of you were as thick as thieves. It made Joe a little jealous because he thought you were attractive, and Bobby didn’t seem like the type to have a girl on his arm all the time. Don’t get him wrong, Joe respects Bobby. But he seemed more focused on other things rather than dating. Joe watched you that whole day when his attention wasn’t on rowing. As the weeks of practice continued, the more the boys got to know you. Plus, the more they improved, the more you cheered them on. You took pride in getting the boys in the boat to do better than before. And the more you pushed them from the dock, much like Bobby did in his seat, the more they showed out for you, especially Joe. Joe would catch you smiling at him, and he’d smile back but would quickly recover. You’re Bobby’s girl.

After the team’s first win, you’re glued to Bobby’s side at the celebratory party. Joe tries to keep his eyes off you and your stunning outfit but fails most of the night. At one point, you separate from Bobby to converse with Don and Chuck for a little while. Then, you find Joe, who is tucked away in the back of the gymnasium. He quickly looked away from you, not to give himself away.

“Enjoying the party?” you ask, nursing your punch glass.

“Not really my scene,” Joe shrugs.

“Oh,” you nod, “What is your scene, then?”

“The library, usually. Or the boat, of course.”

“I’d say so. You’re great at rowing. I love watching you all.”

Joe blushes at that, “I’m glad.”

Suddenly, Bobby pulls the needle off the record player on stage, forcibly introducing Don as the live music for the night. You and Joe watch, amused, as the boys shove Don across the stage and to the piano bench. Don dug his heels into the stage floor the best he could, to no avail. He nervously looks out at the crowd before beginning to play. 

“Wanna dance?” you ask Joe.

He hesitates for a moment before answering, “Sure.”

The two of you dance along to the music, singing along as well. Joe tries not to let himself get too deep in his head about how close you are to him. You sense this, trying not to get too handsy despite your inner desire to. You leave room between the two of you for it to be casual. When the song ends, you kiss Joe on the cheek and go to find Bobby. Joe’s cheek burns the rest of the night as he reaches up to brush his fingers across it a few times. He wanted to make sure what had happened was real.

Bobby encourages you to tag along with the team to the East Coast. This race was significant for the boys and would throw them off if you weren’t there. Bobby especially- Joe even more. On the train there, you sit with Bobby. You’re mid-conversation about the paper he’s reading when suddenly, Joe lunges at Chuck. You hurry to stand from your seat and pull them apart, following Joe to the other side of the train when he hurries away from the group.

You stand there momentarily as Joe catches his breath, his face beet red.

“What was that all about?”

Joe brushes you off, not making eye contact. You sigh and sit next to him.

“Chuck probably didn’t mean it like that, Joe,” you put a hand on his shoulder, “Even if he did, you know his jokes are shit anyway.”

Joe cracks a smile at that, glancing over at you without moving his head, “Yeah.”

Before you can say anything else, Chuck comes to apologize, and you get up and leave them to it. When you return to your seat, Bobby is smirking knowingly.

“What?” you ask, already knowing what’s gonna come out of his mouth.

“Nothing,” Bobby says, returning his eyes to the paper he was still reading.

“Just say it,” you sigh.

“You guys should kiss already.”

You snort, “I don’t think Joe likes me like that, Bobby.”

“It’s so obvious,” Bobby slams his paper down on his lap, “He’s so obvious, you’re so obvious. Just get together!”

But of course, it’s not that easy. Joe keeps his distance, so you keep yours out of respect for him. 

Securing the win to head to the Olympics meant preparing to go to Berlin. So, training and practice is never-ending. The stress is, too, and it bleeds into you and Bobby’s usually chill dynamic.

Everyone had already left the gymnasium except Joe one day after strenuous practice. He decided to piddle around for a little while. He had nowhere else to be, anyway. Joe sees you and Bobby getting into it by the boat and hangs back to eavesdrop.

“You have got to get your head in the game, Bobby! Stop worrying about everything else and keep your focus on the team.”

“It’s kind of hard when he’s making mistakes because he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem, and I think you need to fix it.”

Joe’s ears perk up at that. He couldn’t possibly be talking about him, right? That’s when you shove Bobby into the water. You wish he’d realize it isn’t that easy to solve.

Bobby resurfaces, pushing his hair from his eyes, “You bitch!” he squeaks in shock.

You start laughing like a maniac at his expression, and Joe is left wondering what is really going on between you and Bobby.

“What’s going on here?” Joe steps out, walks to the dock, and offers Bobby a hand from the water.

“Typical sibling banter,” you wave Joe off.

“Sibling?”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m Bobby’s adopted sister.”

Joe’s face is one of shock. Bobby is behind the blonde, keeping him from throwing you into the water next. 

“Makes sense now,” Joe chuckles, blocking Bobby, “If I were you, I’d skedaddle.”

You make a run for the gymnasium quickly, Bobby trailing just a little behind. Joe shakes his head, relieved that you aren't Bobby’s girl. From then on, he paid more attention during practice now that he wasn’t plagued with thoughts of you and Bobby together.

The Olympics come quickly, and you’re nearly as nervous as Bobby. Berlin is an interesting sight, considering every surface is covered in Nazi propaganda. You can sense Bobby’s nervousness about it and try your best to ease him. Being someone of Jewish descent in a place like this was not easy. Don isn’t doing too well health-wise when you all arrive and skips out on the opening ceremony. You watch the USA walk with pride from the stands, your eyes on Joe the whole time.

You’re a ball of nerves during the qualifying race, but of course, that goes away when Bobby pulls his magic stunt, and the boys win yet again, making an Olympic record.  You’re beyond proud and can’t wait for how they compete for Gold.

The day comes for the final race, and when Bobby starts off delayed, your heart jumps out of your body. You’re on pins and needles the whole time, urging the boys to push. When the results of who won aren’t immediately apparent, you hold your breath and hope and pray, even, that your boys won. And sure enough, the USA takes the gold. You shoot up from your seat, cheering louder than anyone else around. When you finally are able to meet up with the team, you slam into Bobby full force in a bone-crushing hug.

When you pull away, Joe immediately approaches you and wraps his arms around you. 

“You did it!” you grin. 

“We did it,” Joe smiles, “But we couldn’t have done it without you and Bobby.”

You and Joe stare at each other momentarily, and Joe seems to be deep in thought about something. 

“Just kiss me, Joe,” you blurt, your arms still around his neck.

Joe throws caution to the wind and kisses you in front of the whole world, finally able to breathe with you pressed against him. The boys cheer, and Bobby stands there with his arms crossed, shaking his head with a smile. Finally, you have taken your leap of faith. But you were a stubborn Moch, after all.

[angelbby555]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Home

Summary: Joe come back home after winning the gold

Word count: 850

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You were at your college bar, listening attentively to the radio. Everyone was on the edge of their seats rooting for the American boys. You could feel the mix of nerves and thrill in the air, when everyone was huddled up listening to the rowing competition. The adrenaline was pumping through your veins as if you yourself were competing for medal.

Your mother always said she felt what your father felt. It never made sense to you before, but here in this moment you felt the same heart dropping feeling your boyfriend probably felt when the commentator reported that the JV boat was falling behind.

Breathing was forgotten, cracking your fingers was all you knew at that moment. Mrs. Ulbrickson place a comforting hand on your shoulder, but that didn't stop the anxious feeling that sores through your body.

Miracle and talent happens then and there. It felt like you were on cloud 9, you couldn't believe your ears. The photo was captured, America had won the gold. It was an out of body experience when you sprung out of your chair cheering and celebrating. You had prayed for this moment. Joe deserved it, the whole team put there all into the completion and won.

⊹☆~⟡⋆

Joe was anxiously bouncing his leg. After 3 days spent in Berlin, he was glad to be going home. He stared at the blurs of trees and fading green fields as the train continued its way back home. All Joe quenched was you in his arms.

Every time he sat down in a chair, his thighs felt awfully cold, since you weren't there to sit on his lap. Joe had only been apart from you for 3 days but somehow it felt like 3 decades. He was in that puppy love chapter of your relationship. Every thought and breath was you.

When Joe heard the screech of the brakes, and the hoot of the whistle, he had shot out of his seat like there was no tomorrow. Bobby and Thomas had made fun of him for being so pussy whipped, but Joe was deaf to all their comments, moving out of the compartment.

Joe was the 4th guy to get off the train. A big crowd of noisy and static people greeted the winners. It felt nice to be seen, but his ocean blue eyes scanned the crowd looking for one specific excited person.

He mindlessly shook hands, searching the crowd with such urgency. Bobby was right next to him soaking in the praise and attention. Joe leaned forward close to Bobby ear so he was able to hear him through the loud group of people.

"Have you seen my girl?!" Joe yelled over the crowd. Gosh all he wanted to do was kiss you silly and let you wear his medal.

The freckle faced boy shook his head at his teammate. Bobby eyes began to look through the flock of people. A frown tugged at Joe's lips. He wondered if you were throwing elbows at strangers to get to him, or if you were even there at all. Joe started to feel hopeless like a kicked puppy, as a news reporter started pressing him.

After answering a question then came another one after that. Joe didn't care at all, trying to give enthusiastic responses, while he felt grumpy he hadn't seen his girlfriend yet. Mid answer, Joe felt a small tap on his shoulder. He knew that shy touch from anywhere, quickly snapping his head to the right.

"Too famous to remember you have a girlfriend huh? Alright I see."

Your arms were crossed, and your nose was scrunched while you playfully nodded your head. Even more beautiful than the day he left. Joe abandoned the reporter and was taking two steps closer to you.

"Oh you little tease!" Joe said in a stern tone after not being able to find you for 10 minutes. Before you could continue with your cheeky teasing. Joe hands were on the angles of your face and kissing you hard and parting your lips with his, in a filthy kiss. "You think I still don't remember you?" Joe breathlessly pulled away, loving how his hands engulfed your angelic face.

"No, I think your still a little lost Joey. Maybe one more kiss to get your memory goin- eh!" You squealed out, when his lips were peppering kisses all over your face with a big smile on his face. Oh he would give you all the kisses you would ask for. Joe felt you squirm under his hold making him grin even more.

His tongue stuck out tasting your jaw. He could smell your perfume, Normandie. The warm and elegant floral sent tickled his brain, back to every time he hugged you and smelled your perfume. Joe's trail of affection stopped at your ear. He leaned down, so you could adjust to his taller height so your arms could wrap around his neck. Joe buried his nose into your neck inhaling your scent, like a puppy.

"You smell like home." Joe confessed nuzzling his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[justhavinfunnn]

Miles in Keleigh's latest tiktok

[seasidesandstarscapes]

TBITB + Social Interactions

[insomnya777]

do you guys know that youtube dating show called the button. because i was watching it with my friend the other day bc we were bored and we were like this seems funny and i somehow got a boat boys fic idea based off of it. so if i make a fic about the button dating show will people underdtand or is it too niche

[savvylittlecoxswain]

@sparrow-in-the-field i see u fam

"In the shell, a coxswain wears a headband which holds a megaphone in front of his mouth (he has to use both hands for steezing), a pair of shorts, and a watch strapped to his left thigh. The watch is for estimating the speed of his own crew and the other contestants. Speed is measured in strokes per minute; you count the number of strokes rowed in 30 seconds. and multiply by two. Some people count for 15 seconds and multiply by four, but Moch says this isn’t accurate enough.”

—Syracuse Herald, 9 August 1936

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

too many things goin on in my brain tidbit tuesday not enough. gotta throw in a wip Wednesday every now n then to keep it fresh🙂‍↕️

I guess I don't realize how much trouble I'm in til I'm in the back of the cop car. Which is pretty stupid 'cause I had 'bout a million chances before we got to this point to think about it. But I s'ppose that's why Mace is always gettin' on me. I don't act like I got any brains in my head. Or rather, to take Mason's words out his mouth the lights are always on but ain't nobody ever home.

I frown, kick out a lil' at the back of the seat in front of me, sulkin', 'n Johnny ducks in beside me. The cop shoots us both a final glare before slammin' the door with a quakin' finality. 'N I kinda feel like I could start bawlin' which is real stupid so I just squeeze my eyes shut real tight.

"Tex?" Johnny presses up against me 'n I can feel him shakin' vaguely, tryin' to hold himself still.

"Yeah?" 'N it's becomin' a real effort to hold everythin' up 'n in 'n together so I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood. Mace weren't ever gonna forgive me for this. I got a real sudden image of bein' in that cell when I was twelve, all the walls foldin' in on me. Like how Rowdy got when I didn't take him out ridin' one bit the first week Johnny got his bike. Just all filled up with the urge to jump straight outta that car while I still had the chance 'n run 'n run. But I dunno where I'd even go to so I just stay right where I am.

"We're really in it now, huh?" I could see the eyes of the cop as he stared back at me in the rearview mirror. He had the same color as Pop. I touched my cheek thoughtlessly, right where he'd belted me that day I got hauled in for borrowin' that truck.

"Yeah, Johnny. I reckon we are."

[sassyandclassy94]

I was going through my Google docs last night and I discovered a SwanFire fic I forgot I wrote that’s… uh, I’d say 95% done?

It’s a Tallahassee-era oneshot based on both canon and headcanons that @themeepyfreak and I have shared and expressed to each other a while back.

I REALLY DONT want to call it smut because I intentionally kept it extremely tasteful but it is their first time, and before they go into the deed it’s super angsty being that I reference Meepy’s and my Neverland headcanons.

Anyway, if I can wrap it up and end it my SwanFire girlies (and Red, if you still read my fics👉🏻👈🏻🥹) may be in for a little treat so stay tuned!!

[hauntingseashells]

Ranchers Pokémon AU — Character Roles

Jimmy is the owner of the nursery in the Wild Area! He's also the only human working there. He mainly takes care of wild pokémon due to his location, though he won't turn down trainers either.

Tango is the fire gym leader, though he does engineering work whenever the gym's not busy (the gym's almost always busy). If people didn't take him serious for his contributions to Motostoke, they take him serious for his strength in battle.

Bdubs is the grass gym leader who seems to prioritise his sleeping hours over his gym job. Because of that, the gym has the most scattered open hours out of all the gyms in the challenge.

Scott is the water gym leader, and a constant hot topic. After all, everyone knows he's too strong to be the second gym leader in the challenge. Why would he give up a higher position that easily?

Joel is the fighting gym leader who shares his gym with Etho, running it during the day. Despite the fact his strategies are pretty predictable people still struggle to beat him — beating raw strength is easier said than done.

Etho is the ghost gym leader who shares his gym with Joel, running it during the night. He's a pretty mysterious guy to the public, barely seen outside of his gym.

BigB is the fairy gym leader, despite the fact he's one of the last leaders people have to face, he's pretty unknown. Most people who do know about him however know his fights are more than just fights — they're shows full of effects, BigB knows how to make his pokémon and their moves shine.

Grian is the flying gym leader sharing a gym with Scar, handling the non-fighting part of being a gym leader for the most part. Sometimes he'll sub in for Scar, sometimes he'll fight alongside Scar.

Scar is the ground gym leader sharing a gym with Grian, handling the battling most of the time. He loves dragging Grian out of his office to fight challengers together, though sometimes Grian has to drag him off the battlefield so he doesn't overwork himself — his disability is something he tends to forget about in the heat of battle.

Cleo is the dark gym leader, previously studying pokémon but realised battling was more their thing early on. They manage to make Spikemuth feel more welcoming to residents and visitors alike, and they're a greatly respected gym leader and person in general.

Ren is the dragon gym leader, because who fits better in the castle of Hammerlocke than a king? Despite being the last leader in the challenge, most challengers don't fear fighting against him — his battles are so full of theatrics you'll be too amazed by everything to be scared.

Martyn is a dragon gym trainer, despite his strength. Word has it he's capable of taking over the gym or becoming the next champion, but he seems happy working under his king.

Pearl is the current champion of Galar, yet many doubt how much she actually deserves that position. Many, including Pearl herself, underestimate just how strong Pearl is, both as a trainer and a person.

Impulse is an engineer working to maintain Motostoke's mechanisms, and a close friend of Tango's. Known to overwork himself to make sure everything is perfect, his work is good but he lacks the ability to take care of himself.

Skizz is a pokémon professor helping new trainers get started alongside researching pokémon and the region of Galar, and another close friend of Tango's. A man of many abilities, he helps out with the gym challenge, resolving any possible problem or conflict that may arise for challengers. While less of a mechanical guy, he helps Impulse carry stuff around so the latter can do his job — though Skizz will also remind him to stop working and take a break.

[dogwittaablog]

nolan is soooo forced to be at the function vibes when it came to the wives carnival but even outside at the skate zone it was like 🙄. i just know he was there like 'maybe if i take an hour and a half to 2hrs to get ready and leave they’ll all be gone by that point🤔.' and tk would ruin that plan

You couldn’t even pay him to look interested… I can see him purposely take 30 minutes to put on each pair of his socks… I just know he makes sure to take his sweet ass when heading over to certain events.

[gothmisspyggie]

Bad formatting is an accessibility issue. I cannot read badly formatted text without giving myself either a headache or a full-on migraine. I am not joking, and I know I'm not the only person. Learn to format or resign yourself to being the architect of your own prison of unread fic. rant about summaries below. It includes yelling, swearing, and several summary formats for people to use.

IF I SEE ONE MORE "OHHHHH I CAAAAAN'T SUMMARIZE WELL JUST READ IT" I AM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKING MIND. I do not read those fics specifically be cause I don't know what's fucking in them now do I!?

If you "can't write summaries" do not say so and think people will read your fic out of pity. I specifically do not click on fics that trot that slop out and expect me to eat.

Hell in a Fucking Hand Basket - just include a fucking line or two of dialogue!!!! It doesn't even have to be amazing dialogue!!!!!!

If you don't respect your own writing enough to figure out a way to summarize it and do at least minimal edits, I'm not spending my time on it. Why would I invest more than an eye roll if you're not going to bother to give your readers even three words and an occasional line break of actual consideration? "oooohhhh but its sooo haarrrrrrd"

THE FUCK IT IS. It may be intimidating or overwhelming at most, but if you wrote a fic in the first place, you can write two sentences. FFS, there's infinite possibilities! Pretend your fic is a book you're reading in a coffee shop. Imagine a stranger comes up to you and asks what the book is about. What would you tell them? Use that as the summary. Do you share the fic with friends? Ask them the most memorable part and use a paraphrasing of that. Keep the ending in, don't keep the ending in. You could even just list the main character(s) and what happens/what internal thoughts they have, what conversations happen.... This does not even have to be a complete sentence.

Here, I will even make a format for you cowards!!!

1. Who or what stars in the fic, what pairings are in rom fic

2. Blurb

3. Tags

4. Content warnings The blurb can be: the contrivance you thought was fun to explore, the actual plot with or without the ending, the type of au, an actual paragraph of the fic, or even just the inspiration, and a bajillion other things! EXAMPLE:

Mazeeda, Gabriele, Soo-Jung, Mazeeda/Soo-jung, Background Jamal/Betty

Retired Magical Girl AU. Former rival magical girls stuck at same table at a wedding of a childhood friend. Drunken shenanigans and makeouts ensue.

Tags: dramedy, adults haunted by teen angst, rivals to friends to lovers in 2 hours, bi solidarity

TW discussion of eating disorders

IT'S REALLY NOT THAT FUCKING HARD!!!!

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