#rip chris evans fandom

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Fucking RED FLAG like Jaden pinket smitth and Will smiths marraige along with Meghan markle and Prince harry

Please ,before you fight with me even the prince had shady past cover up and is enhanced by his wife both him and imaginary kids are tricked and isolated and drain him of joy like what evans is in atm

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I agree to Jada Pinket Smiths and Will Smith's marriage, and Chris and Albitch's marriage, are total examples of being a big red flag.

We all know Jada pushed Will to do that slap☕

Not gonna fight you on the Prince Harry and Meghan Markle one, because they are on iffy 50/50 territory for me. And that's only after I heard about their trial separation.

Maybe there is something there with Meghan and Harry, but I digress

Thank you, An🫶n! I'm honestly loving having discussions like this❤️

Keep em coming, Nonnies! I'm here to sip tea and spill some with you😁

[bookishtheaterlover7]

You said it @lovinevans 🥺

[asunsetgrace16]

✧ 𝗪𝗛𝗬? ⎥ 911

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Tommy Kinard

Warnings: This does have spoilers for 8x08.

Summary: Eddie is leaving, and Buck goes to Tommy about it.

Notes: This is my first piece of writing for the 9-1-1 fandom. I am a bucktommy shipper so if you have a problem with that then don't read this.

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In the locker room after shift, Buck is quiet and the silence is tense. He knows that today Eddie is telling the team that he is moving, having finally bought a house in El Paso. Eddie told him two weeks ago when he handed in his resignation. 

"Guys, I have uh, something I want to tell you all." Eddie says, breaking the silence. Buck is already dressed so he can leave as soon as this is over. He can’t bear to hear it again that he is losing his best friend. Everyone exchanges a look. They can tell that this maybe isn't happy news. 

Hen asks, "Yeah Eddie, what's up."

"I bought a house a couple weeks ago." He tells them.

"Oh nice, is it close to us? Did you make sure to pick a good neighbourhood and school." Chim questions.

"Uh yeah I did, but it's not here. It's in El Paso."

And the silence is back. Bobby knew this was coming, so he's leaning against the lockers, calm and cool. Chim and Hen are dumbfounded, mouths gaping like fish, while Buck stands silent, staring at the backpack in his hands.

"Why are you moving back to Texas?" Hen asks tearfully.

"I'm tired of missing out on Chris's life. Now that he's there and Shannon is gone, there's nothing left for me in LA anymore. I want to be a dad to my kid again, and it doesn't look like I will be able to do that here."

Buck sucks in a breath. He wasn't expecting to hear that from Eddie. Obviously Buck knew how much Eddie misses Chris, but how can he say that LA has nothing left for him? Despite not wanting to make it about him, Buck thinks about how he has been Eddie's partner and best friend for eight years, LA can't mean nothing to him, right? What about Buck?

Buck can't take it anymore. He wheels around and stalks out of the locker room without saying anything more to Eddie. Ripping open the door to his Jeep, he leaves the station and just drives. Before he realizes it, he's only got one turn left before Tommy's house. Well, he's here now.

Inside, Tommy is 25 minutes into a movie he doesn't know the name of when someone pounds on his door. "Okay, okay, I'm coming, hold your horses."

He opens the door to find Buck, panting and face twisted with sadness, fist raised to hit the door again. 

"Hey, Buck." Tommy says, and sees him visibly flinch. Tommy's heart breaks just a little more. 

His voice is small and sad when he asks, "Can I come in?"

Tommy nods and opens the door wider. Kicking off his shoes, Buck follows Tommy to the living room where he gets parked on the couch. Going to the kitchen, Tommy fills two glasses with water.

"What happened?" Tommy asks, sitting as close as acceptable, despite longing to pull Buck into his arms and shield him from whatever hurts him.

"Eddie's moving. Back to Texas." His voice is smaller than Tommy's ever heard it. It doesn't fit with the exuberant, joyful man he grew to love. Tommy lets the silence sit, giving Buck time to gather his thoughts. And if he wipes a tear off his cheek, Tommy will never admit to seeing it.

"Why, Tommy?" Buck breaks the, tears threatening to fall, "Why does everybody always leave me? And logically I know that Eddie moving to El Paso isn't him directly leaving me, but when he told the team today, he said that now that Shannon is gone and Chris may as well be, that there's nothing left for him in LA anymore."

Tommy's heart shatters, listening to Buck- Evan's shaking words and breaking voice. His face cycles through fourteen emotions in fourteen seconds. "Oh Evan." Tommy finally says, softly.

"How, how can he say that? I'm here, you're here, the 118’s here, Pepa is here. I didn't want to make it about me, but this feels a lot like he's leaving me by saying that. First it was Maddie, then Abby, then you. And now Eddie." Buck is defeated. And he looks at it. Shoulders hunched in, trying to make himself as small as possible. Buck faces Tommy, with a look on his face Tommy never wants to see again. He’s going to punch Eddie for making Buck feel this way, even if it wasn’t directly his fault.

Tommy's breath catches on you. He never thought about what breaking up would do to Evan. It makes sense that he would see it as Tommy leaving him, not setting him free. Because he didn't want to be set free.

“Evan, I am so sorry.” Tommy tells him earnestly, not only apologizing for Eddie.

Buck looks at him, a look of wonder creeping onto his face. “You called me Evan.”

“Yeah, I did. And I need to say something, I shouldn’t have left you that night. I was trying to protect my heart, but in the process I destroyed yours. You didn’t deserve that. I’ve spent the last three weeks trying to justify it, but I miss you so much that it hurts.” Tommy breathes deep, collecting himself before he starts crying. “I regret it. Not what I said, necessarily, but how I said it. I should have left the conversation open so we could talk but I got scared and ran.”

“Why were you scared?” Buck asks, moving closer to Tommy.

“I fell in love with you. And it terrified me, because you don’t deserve to have someone like me, with all my baggage and flaws loving you and holding you back.”

“Tommy, I never felt that way. I’m not perfect either. And now I realize that I’ve been putting you on a bit of a pedestal, which wasn’t great, but it doesn’t change the fact that I do admire you. And I love you, baggage and all. I know I jumped the gun a bit by asking you to move in, knowing you have a whole house to your name, but what I really meant by that was that I’m ready to take the next step. Start getting into the nitty gritty stuff in our pasts, lay everything out on the table, really get to know each other.”

They sit looking at each other, having moved closer while they talked. While they confessed their love for each other. Buck is crying now, and Tommy’s not far behind. 

“I don’t need to figure anything out because I want you. I want us. I know you set things at my pace before, but now we are going to go at yours.” Buck says, tentatively reaching for Tommy’s hands. Tommy's face shows surprise, and he turns his hand over under Evan’s, gripping his hand tight. They are both crying now.

“I want you too. I never should have let you go. I never want you to ask yourself why people always leave you ever again.” Tommy pulls Evan in, half in his lap, arms wrapped around each other. Evan tucks his face into that spot in Tommy’s neck where he fits like it was made for him. Evan makes a sound, curling his body into Tommy’s.

“I love you.” Buck murmurs.

Tommy presses a kiss to Evan’s curls, and whispers, “So you’ll take me back?”

“Always.”

[shayshaybiscuit25]

I believe boundaries have to be established between said celeb and their fandom because honestly celebs don’t us a damn thing when it comes to their personal lives, not even regarding who they date or marry, BUT in this particular case since Chris and team attempted to use the fandom to sell whatever this bs is, HE was wrong. As time carried on the fandom began during the most, so there is no innocent party involved in this. No one should have any private info regarding when he purchased or sold a home, nor should anyone be using any bs info they received via anon to taunt the fandom with “marriage” information or claiming they know a BuA is coming.

As far as Chris, due to his MO being one thing and that MO being the very reason so many loved him, it was devastating to realize the possibility that it was all a lie due to his choice in partner. It’s one thing not to like who your fav marries, it’s a complete different story when they marry or associate with racists. THAT is the main issue here. Who the fuck is Chris Evans in real life? Because if this turns out to be real……fuck his and her and all associated with them.

Like I said …..before this mess he didn’t owe anyone a damn thing, but because of this mess he does owe an explanation or he should just rip the damn bandaid off and fully claim your racist ass wife so everyone can finally move on.

Due to him and this crap we had people DEFENDING racism, so yes this is personal because I as a black woman had to log in to see the very same idiots who once claimed it was pr yet are now screaming how this is real, post Justin posts showing the n-word. I told them to cover the word and these mofos refused to and claimed they were “advocating” against racism. 🙄 stupid fucks.

But yeah at this rate, I don’t care. Chris lost me when he claimed he got married so if this isn’t legit, he should have kept her ass as gf and then ended it when the racism came to light, yet he’s out here claiming her as his wife, with a damn disappearing ring and what not.

I’m mad I wasted my time thinking he was someone he clearly isn’t.

Real or fake, he doesn’t come out looking good either way.

Again if fake, he better get that Netflix documentary ready to expose the bs he was “forced” to do other than that, he’s shown true colors and it is what it is. I want her ass to post a wedding pic so everyone can be like ……okay so he’s cool with racism, fuck him, bye. ✌🏾

But due to not having 100% evidence of this being legit, I hesitate typing because as crazy as it sounds what if he’s actually in some deep shit he can’t get out of and we’re all right with speculation that this is pr, but then I think about how they always do something else and I get pissed again, so yeah I’m over this shitshow…..and I typed all of this to show that. 😂😅

I still care about his ass, but I want to know what’s really going on because this is too much and I just refuse to believe his entire persona was a lie especially since we all clearly see based on his actions, something is wrong. This man shows the world his love for Dodger yet acts like he hates the person he told the world is his “wife”.

Yeah, not falling for that shit. #PR100%

He should have done a lot of things and he still has a lot things to do. I really hope we can one day just collectively move on and focus on ourselves. Humanity is something else.

[gothicprep]

I’m sure we all know that there’s a category of online movie critics who really dug into rian johnson for fumbling the last jedi. I’m surprised they never wholeheartedly doubled down on their anti-fandom with knives out because that screenplay is so much more egregious for a variety of reasons. the last jedi was just sort of bad at building tension and “Laura Dern has a plan that she’s being secretive about so the characters just go do other things” is not an ideal thing to do for the second entry in a trilogy. knives out was VERY heavily reliant on popular culture ephemera and references to political discourse in its script. if you haven’t seen it since it came out, it’s insane how dated it already feels.

I watched knives out for the second time with my family tonight and I forgot how much I hated the fake iron throne prop in this. like, what does this communicate other than “remember how game of thrones had murder and plot twists? so does this movie!”

there’s also a line about one of the children in the movie being a right wing internet troll. he barely has anything to do in this story or dialogue. he just exists for that reference. toni colette’s character is a gwenyth paltrow reference. Chris evans mocks katherine langford for getting an “sjw degree”. there are discussions about immigration with talking points that are ripped directly from social media. also 85 y/o character using the phrase “undocumented” is jarring. even well-meaning old people generally aren’t that up-to-date on the terminology they use!

this is such a huge bugbear in writing for me because it ties something to a hyper-specific moment in time. and it’s not about, for example, a subculture that needs to be explored in a specific temporal framework. so it makes the whole thing feel careless at best and disposable at worst. I hate that!

[bookishtheaterlover7]

I miss this guy🥹🥺💐

that jet-lagged disney boi

[thelonesomequeen]

No one has to do anything to make some of these fans look crazy, fans do that all on their own with behavior like this. 🦎//

Future generations are going to look back on this era of fandom and they'll look at us like we look at cavemen or the people who burned witches.

I keep seeing people make the pathetic claim that the 'fandom is exhausted', but they're only exhausted because they're trying to involve themselves in the life of this man and they see nothing wrong with stalking his friends and family to achieve this. And they have the nerve to claim to be the victims in all this and are offended when people like Scott call them out.

Chris and Alba didn't get married AT the fans. The fans, quite literally, do not matter in this equation and nobody cares if the fans are happy.

The couple's friends and families were not 'trolling' and 'dropping breadcrumbs.' These people were living their lives, and the fans were stalking them. End of story. They would not be 'exhausted' if they were minding the business that pays them.

'Fans' are so deluded now that they genuinely belive Chris Evans has personally disrespected and injured them by marrying a woman they don't approve of. And while Alba has conveniently handed them some issues they can claim to be morally outraged by, we all know whoever this man chose would have been ripped to shreds. She could have cured cancer and rescued Dodger from a sinking ship all in one afternoon, and we'd still be seeing the same entitled nastiness we're seeing right now. Nobody is buying the 'moral outrage'.

At this stage this fandom absolutely deserves its vile, unhinged reputation, and no amount of crying victim will change that. It's become quite apparent that women can be incels too.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

It looks like we're back in weird "Chris Evans Fandom Limbo" and probably gonna be here a while...

So... What do y'all wanna do while we're here?

Y'all I'm ready to plan a funeral, for the Chris we all thought was real...

[fandom-official]

Oct. 28, 2014 👑

[marvelmando]

PLEASE tell me this fandom calls the steve/tony/bucky pairing stonky

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Just think if each and every one of Chris Evans followers went out and bought a ticket but have actively chosen not to because he married a racist and outed himself as a white supremacist, they still wouldn't break even on this crapshoot of a movie

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the film is competing against others, the only movie doing any good is Wicked because Americans are apparently suckers for f*** awful musicals ripped from intellectual property that the creators/producers don't have to pay an author for

Gladiators getting stripped because they completely cut a Palestinian actress from the film entirely because she spoke out in favor of Palestine which is all you need to know about the makers of that film - Zionists

Do you think the advertising that the fandom provided voluntarily might have helped get the word out about Red One a little bit better?

Except he decided to date and marry a Nazi an out himself as a white supremacist all while trying to blame the fandom for being "jealous" and gaslighting everyone else into blaming them for it

Elevating a racist has had nothing but the appropriate reaction from the fandom, nothing more nothing less

"Don't want none don't start none"

So much for that huh?

It's not just his secrets at the fandom had the power to hide

The fandom is what gave him any marketing power at all

Now he has none, not even a dedicated audience

Red one

Budget $200–250 million

Box office$93.9 million

They finally topped 93.9 million but not matching up to budget price still

Because remember all three major films are out this month

[starsberrisnunicorns]

...your legacy lives on forever...

…thank you, rip 😢…

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[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Mark the Calendar

A/N: Back to writing Chris Evans x Reader? After like probably over a year of nothing, ya girl’s back to this fandom. Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader Word count: 1,936 words Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst but honestly like it’s really nothing, pregnancy since I’ve seen recently that some people don’t like pregnancy stories. Summary: Y/N thought pregnancy would be great, since that’s what it’s supposed to be, right? Wrong. It’s anything but enjoyable, and brings more pain thank joy. After months of keeping it to herself, she finally opens up.

You thought pregnancy was a dream. Ya know, like how the movies and books make it out to be? How magical it is to have a growing human inside you, the glowing essence of your skin, the sex drive?

Well, anyone who wrote anything like that could go ahead and suck your dick. Because pregnancy sucked.

Pregnancy was not being able to sleep at night, then waking up the next day early in the morning to run to the bathroom and throw up, making you hungry, then not being able to eat because the taste of your own vomit was still lingering in your mouth.

Pregnancy was the inability to walk longer than maybe twenty feet without feeling exhausted, and your feet screaming in pain like they were in some unknown, late stage of arthritis. It was also not being able to wear anything besides Birkenstocks and really ugly tennis shoes.

Pregnancy was hunting on the internet for hours trying to find maternity clothes that didn’t look like the patterns came from your grandma’s couch. It was then finding a shop or two, and them being out of everything in your size. Great.

However, your dearest fiancee Christopher seemed sometimes oblivious in such a blissful way as he constantly adored your body and you. Sometimes it made you feel better when he constantly compliment how he thought you were glowing, or how he loved your figure with a bump. Sometimes, you wanted to rip his teeth out too.

But at least he was sweet about it all and trying his damn hardest. Like propping your feet up every night on the couch and rubbing them for as long as your heart desired, AKA when it become annoying and you kicked his hands away. Or at night when he would talk to the baby which helped you fall asleep, unless you were actually exhausted and it would bother you so you would throw some insult that was too immature to do any actual harm.

Tonight was no different in the usual chain of events, except that you were in a bad mood for whatever given reason. You were sure it was just hormones, because even after Chris ordered out your favorite food from your favorite restaurant, turned on the show you wanted to watch, let you binge on your favorite flavor of ice cream with brownies, and finally rubbed your feet, you were still angry. You weren’t sure at what, but you were going to find out.

The feet rubbing at this point was becoming obnoxious, so you kicked his hands away like usual, but his face was intently focused on the TV, so they absentmindedly went back to their practice and you grumbled, which he did not hear. You kicked away again, he went back.

Why did men just- why did men breath sometimes?

“Could you not?” You finally said, aggressively pulling your feet towards you. Was your reaction a bit over the top, maybe uncalled for? Sure, but you were an angry pregnant woman with a baby daddy who wouldn’t listen sometimes (the nicknames your friends endearingly, or not, gave him when you got pregnant before you were even engaged).

“Hm?” He looked over at you, again, oblivious. You gave a loud and melodramatic sigh, leaning your head back with the eye roll of the century.

“Can you not take a hint?” You asked next, a little venom spat through your voice, “Ya know, context clues much?” His face grew into a healthy mixture of confused, concerned and scared.

“I’m just- what did I do wrong?” He asked genuinely.

“I don’t know, why don’t you figure that out?” You said with a final sigh of being over the human race of males in general, placing your feet firmly on the group, then getting up with a bit of a struggle but figuring it out and walking away with arms crossed.

Chris was left- confused, to say the least. He stared at your figure walking up the stairs until you disappeared behind a wall and he still stared. What _had_ he done wrong? I mean, he did the whole thing right, right? The whole your favorite everything, rubbing your feet, he was being a good fiancee/dad?

Or was he? He began tracking every step, every damn breath he had taken all day trying to calculate where the hell he messed up. I mean, you could be a mad pregnant women because of hormones, but he must have set you off somehow, some way.

Meanwhile you were in the bedroom with a book that wasn’t interesting enough for right now. What you would do for one of those poorly written romance novels with an interesting enough plot, not the Pulitzer prize winning book that sat on your lap. You huffed in frustration, instead going to Amazon to order one, hoping two day shipping would actually turn into one if you just hoped enough.

Was Chris scared to go upstairs? Yes, of course he was. Did he do it anyway? Reluctantly, yes. You weren’t a monster, of course you weren’t, but what you were was an upset and a hurting mama that he needed to figure out how to cool down.

You were pushing livid when you heard the door creak open, and saw a fraction of Chris’ figure standing there, in-between the trim and now partly opened door. But as he slowly stepped in, quietly and carefully closing the door behind him, your heart melted at his genuinely concerned face, in such a sweet way. It was hard to ignore the man who has such a tender aura to him, and damn that loose strand that feel from his neatly kept fluffy hair made him look at least five times sexier than when it was pushed back. You took a deep gulp and a sigh, your face melting from a tense pit of anger into a more disappointed canvas. Not that you were disappointed at him, it was all aimed at yourself and your lack of ability to actually act like a cohesive person sometimes.

“You alright?” He asked with such a sweet tone it made your heart pound a little faster. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, looking down to lace your fingers with one another and play with them out of habit when situations got awkward. “I didn’t mean to be so bitchy, really. I think my hormone levels are just through the roof today in the angry department.” He chuckled, sitting on the foot of the bed and rubbing your leg clothes with legging.

“It’s alright,” He softly smiled at you, those big blue eyes like a damn puppy dogs. You pouted a bit at how unfair it was of you to have such a handsome man all to yourself. “Really, I get it. You can’t control it, it’s okay.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have been so mean to you.”

“Hey, hon, let’s not forget the other half that got you into this.” He pointed to himself and you smiled a bit, causing his smile to grow even more. “Trust me, I can take the half-hearted insults.”

“Still,” You sighed, biting your lower lip a bit in nervousness at the words that would leave your mouth next. “Pregnancy has not been fun and I just- I want it to be over with.” He gave you an even more confused look, because somehow, you had yet in your seven months of this bullshit to have this conversation with him.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to, or that you didn’t find it important. You just knew it would be such a difficult one, because inevitably this was the same man that wanted four, five, six- a whole round up of kids. And you, well, you had really considered the thought, hoped on board for a while, and now that the ship was actually out to sea, you wanted to dock as soon as fucking possible.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyeing your face for any non-verbal answers of what you meant, how you were feeling. 
“I mean that it’s just been painful for so many reasons. Physical, mental, everything. Everyone talks about how amazing it is to be pregnant, and how amazing woman feel and just- it’s not like that for me.” You mumbled the last part out of the fear lingering of somehow disappointing him.

Hell, he could back out right now if he wanted to. You weren’t married yet.

“I-“ He stopped for a second, looking away and towards the wall across from the bed as you patiently waited for an answer with bated breath, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, going again to averting your gaze anywhere else but your partner’s eyes that stared at you. “I mean, you want a lot of kids and while I know I can physically do it, I’m not sure if mentally I can go again. And I would hate to disappoint you.”

“Disappointment me?” He gave a slightly comical tone and laugh, “Hon, if you want to have one kids, that’s perfectly fine with me. If you wanted zero, we could do that too.”

“Chris, I- I’m flattered, but I swear I’ll try my hardest if you want more, if you really do I-“

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one doing all the work here, am I?” He questioned, now motioning to your stomach that was growing by the day. “To think that I even remotely have a say in what happens with your body is astronomically wrong.”

“Still, partnership.”

“Yeah, but in this situation, it’s not 50/50. If you don’t want to carry more kids, then so be it, no more kids.”

Since finally opening up your shell about your true feelings, you and Chris had decided that for the lasting time in the third trimester it would be best if you went back to therapy (which you knew you had needed for a while) and also talk to a doctor more frequently about the really negative toll pregnancy was taking on you.

Long story short, it alleviated some of the extra pain.

Sure, your feet still hurt and the maternity clothes issue was far from fixed, but by the time you were rushed to the delivery room at seven am one Tuesday morning, your mental state was doing actually well. Until the pain started of course.

On a scale of 1 to 10 the pain was easily a 37. The epidural definitely did wonders, as you were finally able to actually feel relaxed a bit, Chris of course being the borderline obnoxious father who literally stood by you for hours and didn’t take your hand out of his unless you pulled yours away because it got to sweaty. And the push time was honestly not awful, it thankfully only took maybe half a dozen or so strong pushes before your baby boy was born.

As soon as you held your little one, you felt the feeling that is talked about in movies in books. The one where your entire body soars with warmth, overdoses on love, drowns in tenderness. This, this is what it felt like to be a mom.

“I think I want another.” You mumbled after just a few hours of your first born actually being born. Chris gave a chuckle. 
“This soon?” He asked, looking at you as he hovered over where you held the baby close to your body, “We have at least six weeks before we can do anything, ya know?”

“Then we better mark the calendar, hm?”

[buckyhoney-library]

sarah's april fic recommendations!

A/N: There are so many insanely talented writers on here and these are my april recommendations! may's will be posted toward the end of the month!

Last Updated: May 3, 2021

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Bucky Barnes: 1) Toys in the Attic, Smut (@sagechanoafterdark) 2) The Feelings Mutual, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 3) Back to You, Series, (@celestialbarnes) 4) Tittie Fucking, Smut (@buckybarnes) 5) Going Down on Bucky while in a Car, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 6) Touch (@baroquebucky) 8) Wakandan Therapy, Smut (@kaiparker-avengerssmut) 9) Getting Caught by an Intern, Smut (blurb), (@buckyblues) 10) Degrading Bucky, Smut (Headcanon), (@deanscherry)

Steve Rogers: 1) Dead of Night, Smut (@punani) 2) Video Girl, Smut (@babyyhoneyydarling) 3) Making a Mess, Smut *all parts (@kaiparker-avengerssmut) 4) Ménage á Trios, Smut *stucky (@honeysucklesteve)

Ransom Drysdale: 1) Ripped of Innocence, Smut (@sweeterthanthis) 2) Innocence, Smut (@evanstan-hoe) 3) Pretty, Pleated Skirt, Smut (@steebsbabygirl) 4) Man of God, Smut (@punani)

Chris Evans: 1) To Lose a Lover, Series, Smut in some chapters, (@celestialbarnes) 2) Interrupter, Smut (@rocketrhap3000) 3) Quickie Before Interview/Award Show, Smut (@avenging-fandoms) 4) Oscar Worthy, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 5) Admiration, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 6) The Smell After Rain, Smut (@nat-roman0ff) 7) Squirm, Smut (@labella420)

Sebastian Stan: 1) Teases You While on a Call, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 2) Fingers You Underneath the Table, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 3) îți place asta, Smut (@fan-fantasies) 4) Hotel Room Sex, Smut (@starshipsofstarlord) 5) Scripted, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 6) Cockwarming, Smut (Headcanon), (@deanscherry)

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does it annoy you that some writers get more notes or praise? I saw some posts recently from a couple of old open heart and choices writers. i think they left the fandom last year. their post was nothing special but people were making such a big deal about it and it got so many notes. so it got me thinking. do writers and artists that have been here the whole time, creating content for free, get bothered by this? i've seen other writers say that notes are down and maybe getting 30 notes is a good day. but if a post that's not special gets 40 or 50 notes and lots of praise, do you feel disrespected and want to quit?

Hi Nonny. I'm not sure disrespected or wanting to quit is the emotion I would use as they feel quite negative. I also can't speak to old writers because there's always the nostalgia aspect.

We are a small fandom now, especially compared to many others on Tumblr. I suppose if I wanted to have thousands of notes, I would be writing for Marvel. But as much as I love MCU, it doesn't inspire me to create content the way Open Heart does (although, I could totally write a Chris Evans 😍 x reader fanfic).

I personally don't track notes/comments/likes etc for other writers. We all have our niche audience of readers. I know that what I write is not everyone's cup of tea. In the past, I've received anons that said my work is too fluffy and some readers prefer angst that rips their heart out. Even my most angstiest work won't do that.

Recognizing that my POV isn't for everyone, I have to be okay with fewer notes. I write because I have ideas that I want to put out there and my motivation is to use my blog to continue to practice my fiction writing and hone my skill for traditional publishing.

Other content creators might want more notes because the work is deeply personal to them and engagement helps keep them motivated. Nothing wrong with wanting notes. We put a lot of effort into this. But comparing ourselves to others isn't healthy or helpful.

Theoretically, I can be annoyed that others are more popular than me. But practically speaking, jealousy is a negative state of mind and I prefer to be positive as much as possible. So, I keep my annoyances limited to things that truly impact my life in a meaningful way.