Writing Fanfic More Like:

writing fanfic more like:

have I used that word recently *ctrl + f* shit

“are you still working on that fic?” last edited: 24th January 2005 “haha of course”

that feeling when someone comments

planning a fic down to the words you’ll use without anywhere to write it down and getting home and remembering none of it

it’s just a fic no one will care about inaccuracies *spends four hours researching a 2000-word one-shot*

grammar

*sees word in advert* yes that’s a good word I’ll remember that word *never uses word*

my last four fanfics are centred around this character and while it means their characterisation is perfect, people are yelling at me

“oh you write? can you name a character after me” “ummm”

is that a real word *red line appears* well why isn’t it

This thing is so cute omg!!!!!

Tagging (but no pressure!) @private-snippers @solis-nova @dreamydorito @castibella-shipper-of-the-lord and @ anyone else who wants to do it too!! :)

Everyone stop what you’re doing and create a magical you with this picrew

@thechaoscult @pluto-is-real @goswlogpncmcrfobpjstltruaqhtma42 @everyone

calling myself babe when I'm talking to myself. in a pitying but loving way. like babe you gotta get up. babe why are you doing this. babe you're giving me nothing here

Fan fic authors are not professional writers.

Expecting them to be perfect and never make mistakes is setting yourself up to be an asshole.

Do you know how long it takes to write and publish a 60k novel for most published authors? Years. Plural.

That includes time spent writing multiple drafts and doing research and multiple rounds of edits. Access to a professional editor, and the ability to hire sensitivity readers. The list goes on and on and on.

Fan fic authors owe you nothing. They are churning out multiple novel length fics (or the equivalent in one shots) a year while still holding down school/jobs.

And you’re gonna jump down their throats because they wrote a pairing differently than you prefer??

Shut the fuck up.

Tags exists for a reason. Read them and move on if the fic is not for you.

I mean really. We all just lived through fucking 2020. Let people enjoy their FAKE gay porn in peace.

Jfc.

One of those envelopes that come in the big 24 card pack, taken off the shelf for 9.99 and tax, slightly banged up by the previous shoppers but now carted off from the store to a loving home. Light blue with some minor detailing, nothing fancy. Forgotten in a drawer for a couple of months, since I’ve been placed in such a safe space that even the person who bought me can’t even find me. (They probably buy other cards and envelopes to use instead in that couple long month period, which is fine, I guess… or whatever.) Once they find me and all my friends they set to work filling us out to send off as thank you cards or whatever, and since I’m last in the line, I anxiously await being mailed off. Finally, I’m the last card in the box, waiting on being shipped off to my new home before being thrown in the trash over there. Now is the time that I realize there are no cards left in the box, no yin to my yang, no peanut butter to my jelly, no other half. Whoever bought me fucked up one of the notes they were writing and had to throw out a card. I am placed back in the box in the back of their hall closet with all of the other envelopes that they’re “sure they’ll find a way to use eventually”. I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming.

if u were an envelope what kind would u be (explain your reasoning)

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