Am I The Only One That Has Over A Billion Ideas For Either Fanfics Or Original Stories And Like I Lay

Am I the only one that has over a billion ideas for either fanfics or original stories and like I lay the whole story out in my mind characters, settings and even a decent plot. But when I actually sit down to write the words DON'T WORK. No matter how hard I try the beautiful/crazy world I created in my head refuses to be put on paper. It's so frustrating because I feel that I have something so amazing that others would probably enjoy but can't because I can't English properly. Totally frustrating.

kim namjoon didn’t battle intense self loathe and anxiety growing up, give up so much for his music career and leave his bright future in education behind, for you to just ignore him and leave him out.

min yoongi didn’t go through clinical depression and social anxiety disorder, neglect his studies for music and get no support from anyone but still do music, for you to call him useless and lazy.

jung hoseok didn’t wake up early in the morning to skip school and go to dance practices to distract himself from his mental conflicts and work so hard to get recruited, for you to call him a sidekick.

kim seokjin didn’t leave an entire field of his potential acting career to give music a chance, work his brains out to practice singing because he was recruited when he had no background of music, for you to call him talentless or “only a visual”.

park jimin didn’t grow up comparing himself to others, work hard to maintain his grades at school and work harder to practice contemporary dancing, starve himself to be an idol and skip breaks to practice singing and dancing for you to call him “overrated”.

kim taehyung did not come to seoul wearing a fancy jacket his mom gave him so “the city boys wouldn’t judge him” because he came from a poor family, sit near trashcans as he watched the rest practice and vlog because he wasn’t revealed as a member, for you to say he’s “just weird” and isn’t talented.

jeon jungkook did not leave his family, friends, education and his entire childhood behind and come to seoul at the age of 13 to pursue music when he wasn’t even sure he could, grow up thinking he had to wear masks in front of people and battle social anxiety, for you to paint him in a bad light and call him rude when he really isn’t whatsoever, and call him overrated.

bts did not go through so fucking much, come from a small entertainment company where they trained and put everything on the line despite being told it was useless and they were nothing, look for people that would attend their concerts, give their everything to the army, make so many contributions towards, not only the music industry but also towards humanity and the youth of our generation, spread love and stand strong and handle all situations maturely and professionally despite all the unnecessary hate, criticism, death threats they had gotten, work their asses off, starve themselves and sacrifice their sleep to practice and maintain their personal lives and give back to their family, society and friends for you to say they are “just a group of good looking boys with a fandom of a bunch of crazy teenage girls” and for you to call them overhyped.

when reality is that they are one of the few artists who actually write about things people wouldn’t talk about but should talk about, produce and write their own music, help millions with their own lives and issues, spread so much love and encourage so much positivity that is needed in today’s world, teach life lessons no educational institution ever could, lessons that are engrained into our brain and soul, ones we’ll never forget, and have a fandom — a family, full of people of all ages and races and cultures and everyone leading a different life with a different story, that love and support these seven boys despite all odds and continue to spread the love furthermore.

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Reblog if you’d still love Jungkook without abs

AN ODE TO FANFICTION WRITERS:

FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD FANFIC CONSUMER

Here’s to the newbies just starting out, the ones discovering their ability to twist and bend plots, characters and places to their will for the first time,

To the old faithfuls, who have kids at home and a full-time job but somehow still find the time to make us forget for a while,  

To the students who publish one-shots and sagas in-between study sessions,

To the ones who posted that one fic years ago and have since moved on, but whose story meant (and still means) so much to so many readers,  

To those of you who publish short, little things that pack the emotional punch of a freight train,

To the ones who update faithfully, and to the ones who don’t,

To the ones who weave lyrics into their stories, and the ones who deal in nothing but angst,

To those who don’t write in their native language, 

To the brave ones who do it despite their fear of rejection or criticism, 

To the ones who like to write with their friends, and the ones who do it alone because their friends wouldn’t understand, 

To the ones who spend hours researching in order to to make their world as real as possible, 

To to the poets and novelists and essayists and dreamers:  

Every single one of you is precious.  

You, along with all the other fandom artists and creators, lift us up and give us hope.  You make us laugh, you make us cry, you make us think and question and wonder.  You help us escape, sometimes, when we need it most.  You bring the unimaginable to life, you translate lofty words into ones we can smell, hear and taste, and you continually encourage and inspire us.  You’re wonderful and powerful and courageous and so, so loved, even if we aren’t always the best at letting you know it.  So this is for those of you with empty comment sections, with a concerning lack of kudos/likes/favs/bookmarks. Your stories make a difference, and they always will.  

So, from all of us to you:  

Thank you.

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