Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.
I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.
When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.
I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”
Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”
That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.
After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.
Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.
A few hours later, I get this comment:
I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.
In four days.
It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.
Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”
It’s 1980′s middle-of-nowhere, and Exordia Academy is full of its most talented class of students yet. Whether you’re looking for a place to hone your skills, develop or just fit in
there’s something for everyone within our hallowed halls. Class is in session.
Jongin. Knowledge Absorption. Jongin was very young, when he learned to stay silent. When he learned his knowledge was alienating, his genius a burden. He learned early, knowing too much makes others
fearful, since people (ironically enough) tend to fear the unknown. Until Jongin
finds you. You, as it turns out, are something much more difficult to
Kyungsoo. Telepathy. For someone who finds solace in silence, Kyungsoo’s life is overwhelming at best. Everywhere he goes, everyone he meets is loud, deafeningly so. He never asked for this gift. To know exactly what people think, the moment they think it. Thoughts which more often than not, make him think people are jealous, self-servicing cowards. Always, he’s wished the voices would stop and always, he’s met with more. That is, until he’s alone with you and, for the first time in his life
– he hears absolutely nothing.
Junmyeon. Psychokinesis. Junmyeon does not touch things if he can help it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to. It’s just that nothing ever truly prepares a person for the lived experiences of objects. Touching a book means he does not get the words inside, he gets the laughter of the person who read it last. Touching a door means he is forced to live every impossible life of the men and women who have been and gone from the room. Junmyeon does not touch things if he can help it. Until he touches a dormitory wall. Until he hears you.
Sehun. Invisibility. Sehun remembers the very first time he turned invisible. It was in his primary school days, he was performing Tap Solo #5 in the middle of the stage. Sehun entered from stage left, promptly forgetting the very first move. His legs faltered, mind went blank – and sudden screams erupted from the audience, when Sehun’s body disappeared. His family moved the next week. This kind of thing becomes normal, though – until the day
Sehun is invisible, and you see him anyways.
Minseok.Essokinesis. Reality has never been kind to Minseok. Always, he’s been overlooked. Always picked last, always bullied by those larger than him. Until one day, he snaps. He imagines himself towering over his tormentors, striking fear into their puny hearts and dangling them from his palm. When he realizes they, too experience this distorted reality
things begin to change. No longer is Minseok nobody. The first time he steps foot on campus, people know who he is. He sees them whisper, sees them shy away and while he finds comfort in their fear
it’s lonely. When he meets you though, he finds you don’t look away. Perhaps there’s a reason.
Yixing. Time Travel. Life for Yixing has never been easy. It’s not that he’s from a bad family, it isn’t even that he fits a stereotype. The problem is that he fits no stereotype, and people, as kind as they can be, have the tendency to be impossibly cruel to things that seem to exist outside of society’s boxes. Yixing really doesn’t fit into anywhere or any when, until he fades. Until he reforms. Until he finds you.
One Shot by @bread-jinie - [ the week of 10 / 15 - 10 / 21 ]
Baekhyun thinks he has control over his powers by now. Thinks he’s past that prepubescent age where his sadness brought drizzles and his anger, monsoons. All this though, is before he makes the terrible and horrifying mistake of falling in love
with his best friend. You.
Chanyeol. Pyrokinesis. Chanyeol isn’t entirely sure why his parents enrolled him at the university, considering he has never presented any remotely special power. He’s a quick learner, but nothing like Jongin; he’s skilled at sports, but nothing like his friends with enhanced speed. In truth, Chanyeol thinks he’s simply average and simply human. He doesn’t mind, he’s watched his family struggle with their powers for years and thinks of these problems as a burden. But then one day he meets you, and everything inside him is set aflame. Literally.
Jongdae. Enhanced Strength. Jongdae remembers the exact moment he knew he was different. He slammed the door to his room, a normal, teenage reaction but was terrified when the plaster and plywood crumbled down around him. From that moment on, he was changed. No longer his parents’ son, Jongdae belonged to someone else entirely. He was adopted
that was what they said. Now, even surrounded by people who are supposedly the same, he feels lost. Adrift, like he’s meant for something else. Then there’s you. You make him feel alive, wanted in a way he’s never understood.
Request: Hey! How are you?? I hope everything is good? :) i love your imagines and idk if you can make one about (y/n) is an actress and shawn what her for there is nothing holding me Back video, and for they become friends while planning the video and then they’re start dating and the video is wonderful and then they’re rumors about them been together
“Cut! That was good guys. We can finish this up tomorrow.”
The director’s voice boomed through the microphone, stopping the scene from going any further. You were silently thankful for the interruption, your feet throbbing underneath you from being on them all day and your eyes growing heavy making it hard to continue.
For the past couple weeks, you had been apart of the filming for Shawn’s new video. You had been chosen as the love interest for the video, meaning you were apart of all the filming. You were completely worn out from all the long days of work and traveling for the video, but you were still enjoying your time. Especially because you were with Shawn everyday.
As soon as you stepped foot on the set, you and Shawn clicked. You grew close immediately, spending hours even after you were done shooting hanging out. You couldn’t deny that after weeks of working with him, you started to have feeling towards him. Fans even noticed, circulating rumors about the two of you after your constant Snapchat stories and Instagram posts of you and Shawn together. However, you never acted on anything, keeping the relationship professional. But you couldn’t help but hope that maybe Shawn felt something for you, too.
Your thoughts about Shawn swirled around in your mind, watching his back muscles ripple under the white t shirt that covered his torso. You didn’t even notice you were staring until Shawn turned around, waving a hand in your face.
“Hello, Earth to (Y/N),” he dragged out the syllables in your name slowly, moving his hands closer to your face as he snapped.
“Oh, sorry, I’m just tired,” a yawn slipped out of your mouth with the last word making a giggle slip from Shawn’s.
“Let’s get you to bed sleepy head,” Shawn laughed, wrapping his arm around you to walk you back to the hotel. You couldn’t help but let a small shiver run through your body at the feeling of Shawn so close to you.
As Shawn dropped you off at your hotel door, you felt a knot of disappointment grow in your stomach as he gave you a quick hug and walked down to his own room, making you anxious to see him again the next morning.
The next day, you, Shawn, and the crew traveled a few hours to a beach just outside of the city. The sky wore a dark gray hinting at the possibility of rain, but it didn’t stop the video from continuing to be filmed.
The crew walked you and Shawn down to a rocky part of the shore where water flooded little part of the land. The director gave you and Shawn instructions, which led to your hand back in Shawn’s as you hopped from rock to rock, trying to avoid falling into the water. Loud laughs echoed the area as you watched Shawn attempt at graceful leaps, but failing and almost diving into the shallow water.
The director gave you the signal that he had gotten what he wanted for the video, then lead you to a small strip of land that split the dark water.
“Okay now here is where you two are going to kiss. Don’t be awkward about it. I really need to believe that you two are madly in love,” he explained. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words and you felt Shawn tense next to you. You two nodded nervously as the cameras were set to film.
After the director gave you the signal to start, you felt Shawn hands sweep into your hair, pulling you closer. Your hands shook. Your body froze. You had never been nervous to kiss someone before, but there was something different about this. Your hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against you. His lips were only centimeters from yours and his eyes stared deep into yours, so much that you were afraid he would see the anxiousness built up inside you.
His lips were sweeping against yours lightly before capturing them fully. He moved his lips slowly, gently. You had done plenty of staged kisses but this felt so real. The way his nose nudged against yours. The way one hand soft caressed your face while the other one remained tangled in your hair. You almost forgot this was all being filmed.
You barely heard the director yell cut, clapping loudly from the success of the kiss. You almost pulled away, but Shawn didn’t stop his lips against yours. He continued to move them gently, not loosening his grip on you as he was afraid this was the last kiss he would ever get with you.
He didn’t stop until the director came up to the two of you, letting his hand fall on Shawn’s shoulder. You two separated immediately, out of breath as you stared at the director.
“That was so great you guys! I really felt the passion! Okay, let’s take five, then we can move on,” he said energetically before walking away.
After he had walked away, Shawn’s eyes returned to you. His breath was slowed and his lips were slightly swollen. He didn’t say another word before he pulled you closer once again, pressing his lips against yours without warning. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on it as you let his hands roam your body slowly before they finally halted on your hips. It felt like hours before he pulled away, setting his forehead against yours.
“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” He whispered with a smile on his face, making one spread on yours as well. You nodded in agreement before pulling him back to you.
A Shawn Mendes fanfic based on his song “There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back” aka A Fucking Banger. From Shawn’s POV.
A/N: Oops this just happened. It’s different but I really like this one. Hopefully you guys do too :)
There was a tether between us so strong it was nearly palpable. She could be leading me off a cliff and I’d still follow her- hell, maybe she was leading me off a cliff. I didn’t care either way. I was in love. We were in love.
We met for the first time while I was touring in Montreal. I was legal age there, so me and the boys went to a quiet bar on a night off. We sat at a corner table with a pitcher of beer, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. She found me anyway. Like it was meant to be. I feel as though I could’ve been anywhere in the world that night instead, but somehow we’d still end up meeting. It was inevitable. Unavoidable. Fate.
With Season 4 coming out tomorrow, I thought it was a good time to look at the state of Voltron ships in relation to canon as of Season 3. This post is a summary, not an exhaustive collection of all evidence.
Remember folks, just because a ship isn’t canon should never be a reason for you to stop shipping it. Fandom was built on the backs of ships between characters who never even met.
Hunk/Shay (Hunay) - The strongest ship in Voltron. Honestly it’s already practically canon with open interest on both sides. If anyone is going to end up kissing in this show it will be Hunk and Shay.
Zarkon/Haggar (Zaggar) - Confirmed, these two are married in canon, and Haggar, at least, still loves Zarkon.
Keith/Allura (Kallura) - A strong contender for canonhood with pasts canons supporting this as the ship of the Voltron franchise. Despite this though, there has been little to no teasing for the ship. Season 2 gave us some moments, but there has been no follow up of note. This may be one of the things left in the old canon along with the 70′s voice acting.
Shiro/Keith (Sheith) - One of the most teased ships in canon. Long loving looks into each others eyes, shoulder touches, having each others back, and declarations of importance. The big question between these two is not if they love each other, but if their sexualities align to allow them to love each other in that way.
Shiro/Allura (Shallura) - A ship that hasn’t been teased much. There has been one major scene of Shiro checking in on Allura that could be interpreted as the start to romance, but there hasn’t been much follow up. Notably, Allura was not given any scenes overtly mourning Shiro’s loss during season 3. Like she was when she lost other important people. Probably won’t be canon.
Lance/Allura (Lallura/Allurance) - Long thought to be completely one sided, season 3 began to tease that Allura may be seeing Lance in a new light. Respect began to bloom between the two, and Lance started having conversations with the princess that weren’t just flirting. We know one party is willing, but it is yet to be seen how far Allura’s change in opinion will take her.
Pidge/Lance (Plance/Pance) - Not much teasing in the show. These two do start with a strong platonic bond as member of the Garrison Trio. There have been some panels of the comics that could be interpreted as Pidge blushing at Lance, belying a possible crush, but even after the gender reveal Lance has yet to start flirting with Pidge like he does other women. No one would be surprised if their relationship took a turn for the romantic in the future, but there has been no teasing for it yet.
Lance/One-Shot-Alien-Girl - Lance loves the ladies, and sometimes it seem the ladies love him back. Notably a mercenary took him for a ride to try and turn him over to the Galra, and a mermaid was grateful for his help freeing her people and gave him a kiss. Either of these girls could reappear in future arcs and Lance would be more than happy to resume their flirting and possibly pursue something more, but neither have showed up again. The possibility holds strong that both these characters are one shots and nothing will come from their interactions with Lance.
Lance/Keith (Klance) - Popular due to Lance’s popularity and the bonding moment in season 1. This ship is the least likely of the Lance ships for canon. The cast has revealed that there is no homophobia in the future earth, and when Lance likes something he openly and badly flirts with it. So far, Lance has flirted exclusively with females. All mentions of future love interests for Lance have used female pronouns. The showrunners have said that they never meant to tease a Lance/Keith relationship, and they won’t be going back to add one in even with its popularity on Tumblr.
Coran/Alfor - Long wondered if Coran and his long dead friend with be the gay couple of the show, season 3 severely diminished the possibility. Past interactions show that Alfor had a loving wife and a best friend in Zarkon. Possibility still arises that the Alteans are poly, but odds are against this being confirmed canon in a kids shows.
Zarkon/Alfor(Zalfor) - Good friends before the whole getting Quintessence poisoning thing. Holds the same issues as Coran/Alfor. Both are happily married, and Zarkon especially seemed interested in proprietary of a ruler.
Hannah and Baker’s first full day as girlfriends. HNITS verse. 7k.
On that sunny June morning, when Hannah wakes up, she remembers everything is new.
It’s been less than 12 hours since Baker showed up at her house and told her she loved her. Less than 12 hours since Baker kissed her on the street, promising she’d come back first thing in the morning so they could keep talking. And it’s been less than 12 hours since Baker texted her goodnight for the first time in weeks and weeks.
the studio and just sitting in on one of Shawn’s sessions was always one of
your favorite things. You didn’t want to
have a career in the entertainment industry, but seeing the process of
everything behind making an album captivated you since the first time you saw
You sat on
the outside of the booth with a table full of snacks that Shawn requested. Playing on your phone, or scrolling through
social media, was what you did while you listened to him. He was in the middle of recording some vocals
for a piano ballad he wrote. His voice
was your favorite thing to listen to and it soothed every part of you. You couldn’t hear the music he was singing along
to, but from hearing the verse he was singing, you knew that this would be your
favorite song off his next album.
You knew that there would be a time here Shawn would have to film a music video with another girl, that wasn’t you. It didn’t bother you, you’re all professionals and you have kissed other boys for acting jobs before, but one thing was stuck in your mind.
What if she doesn’t like you? This question has been circling in your mind ever since you were informed Shawn would be filming the ‘There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back’ music video. You were sure that Andrew and the team would pick a good actress who would be glorious for the role. But for some reason, you felt the need to be liked by her.
The first day of shooting came in Amsterdam and it was the first day you got to meet the actress Ellie. Shawn showed you some pictures of her and she was gorgeous, she seemed like she would be a sweet and kind girl, but that didn’t stop your worries from circling in your brain.
You stood with Geoff as Shawn went up to greet Ellie, she had ginger, almost blonde hair and she was very petite and cute.
“She seems nice” Geoff commented, giving you a small nudge.
“I’m sure she’s lovely” You smiled up at him, considering Geoff was a good four inches taller than you. As if on cue, Ellie came bounding over to you, introducing herself and telling you that she loved your music.
“Thank you,” You gushed, “I saw you in Nocturnal Animals, you were amazing!” You complimented her.
“Oh my gosh, no honestly I love Riverdale. I read the comics growing up and you portray Betty perfectly.” She smiled at you. Soon, the time came to start filming. You stayed a good three metres away from the crew with Geoff. All of the memories of you and Shawn come back to you as you watch Ellie and him, relive your moments together.
A few days later, it was time to film the scene at one of Shawn’s shows. Where he looks out into the crowd and spies Ellie cheering for him. Ellie and you didn’t even watch the show from in the audience until she was needed. The two of you spent the entire time together on a couch which is sat side stage, where you could see Shawn do his thing. The various topics the two of you discussed got very intense. Soon, Ellie was needed to film the little snippet of the video, and many fans noticed you in the background staring up at Shawn, it was unintentional, but Shawn loved that you were in the video just like he wanted originally.
On the twenty-first of June, the music video for Shawn’s new song was released. It was everything that Shawn had wanted it to be, every minuscule detail just perfect and he loved it. Shawn reassured you many times that he had his thumb in between Ellie and his mouths when they kissed, so it was, in fact, staged. He said he couldn’t go through with kissing her.
“What’s your question, sweetheart?” You were back on your own tour, sitting in the q&a when a girl who looked around fourteen raised her hand.
“How do you feel about Ellie Bamber being Shawn’s love interest in his new music video?” Her voice came out small, but you still managed to hear it. You knew that a question like this would come up, from the many tweets and comments from fans asking your opinion on Ellie.
“I am honestly completely fine with it, she is a wonderful girl who I became friends with over the few days I spend with her and I had an absolute blast getting to know her. But, what annoys me most is that people can’t get over the fact that it’s her job to act, and people have been sending her negative messages. After this I want you all to get on your phones and show some love to Ellie, because you should always spread and give love to everyone,” You gave your small rant, “But honestly, she was the perfect fit for the roll and I don’t think anyone could have done it better.”
After your show, you had received a Twitter notification telling you that Ellie Bamber had tweeted at you. You opened the notification and saw that she had tweeted you a video from the q&a earlier in the day, it was the video of you talking about Ellie.
@EllieBamber: You talkin’ me up? [@shaleighjaffer]
You smiled typing a quick tweet back to her.
@shaleighjaffer: Gotta rep’ my girl, right?” [@EllieBamber]
You knew that you wanted to stay friends with this girl.
a/n: alright so i wrote this really quick when the inspiration hit. i suck at summaries y'all, that’s why i never do them. anyway i hope you enjoy it. and let me know if you want more peter parker imagines.
You were scribbling in your notebook, trying to work out differential equations when a sequence of five loud knocks came from your right side. Your heart had lodged in your throat at the disturbance—you lived on the fifteenth floor of your building so there was absolutely no way that someone was at your window right now. Well there was only one other person but for some reason they hadn’t crossed your mind. You don’t look to see who it is right away, instead you opt for just ignoring the person, they couldn’t see you through your dark maroon curtains so if you stayed still then they’d most likely leave. The knocks come again, harsher this time but a frantic voice accompanies it soon after, “Y/N, you there? Come on, I need your help.”
The soft grass gently scraped the underside of your bare foot as you ran. You were trying so hard to avoid rocks and falling as you ran up the steep hill that was met with the crashing waves of the ocean. You were at least 5 feet ahead of Shawn with no idea where you were going, but you didn’t care.
It reminded you so much of the first time you and Shawn had done this. Running through Paris without a care in the world, just wanting to be together. It was the first time you two had shared secrets with each other. The first time you had explored together. The first time you truly knew you couldn’t see yourself without him.
That was nearly 8 months ago. It seemed like so long ago you had seen the glimmering lights of the Eiffel Tower as he spun you around in his arms. You two had changed so much since then. You never failed to continue the tradition of sharing something with each other at new place, leading to you knowing him better than yourself. You knew his dreams, secrets, fears, silly childhood stories. You shared the same with him. You two had gotten so much closer since that time in Paris 8 months ago, and you just continued to grow closer each day.
You finally reached the top where you could see the end of the trail of grass, showing off a steep cliff hundreds of feet above the ocean. The gray sky was reflected in the deep blue waters below you. Rocks could be seen poking up just above the surface. Although it was just a dark ocean, something about the way the wind blew the water and the absolute silence that surrounded you and how there was nothing to see but miles and miles of ocean made it beautiful. You were miles and miles away from the city, making the setting completely peaceful. You and Shawn were finally alone without the hassle of being followed by fans or guarded by security.
You stood a few feet from the edge of the cliff admiring the ocean when you heard Shawn race past you, straight to the edge. He threw his hands up in the air releasing the loudest yell possible. You rushed up beside him to grab his arm and pull him away from the edge, afraid from his history of falling that he might tumble right off the edge.
“Shawn, back up!” You demanded between panting laughs at the childishness of your boyfriend. Your hand clung around his arm, forcing his much larger body back towards you.
After a couple minutes of struggle to pull him backwards, he finally turned towards you. Letting you pull both of his hands to guide him a few feet away from the edge. Once you got him a safe distance from the edge. You pulled his body into yours, wrapping your arms around his waist. His lips formed a gentle smile as he looked down to you before pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. He pulled his lips away only to guide you to the ground, gently seating you next to him. Your bodies faced the ocean, admiring the scenery. You laid your head on Shawn’s shoulder, feeling the rough texture of his jean jacket pressed against your cheek. His larger hand took yours and gently played with your small fingers. He raised your hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to the back of it.
The moment was peaceful. All that could be heard was the crashing of the waves on the shore and Shawn’s slow breathing next to you. It felt like it had been forever since you two had just shared a moment like this. A calm moment. You wanted it to last forever. Just sitting here with Shawn. You suddenly felt Shawn’s head shift, his soft brown eyes looking at you. You lifted your head to meet his eyes, a blush growing on your cheeks from the feeling of his eyes on you.
“What?” You asked shyly, burying your face into his shoulder to escape his eyes. You felt his body move as he laughed, letting one hand fall to your hair, playing with the strands. He let a couple moments of silence pass before speaking up again.
“So are we going to continue with the tradition or…?” his voice faded out with the last few words as his eyes returned to you, waiting for an answer. You sat up straight, thinking of something you hadn’t shared with him yet.
His hand stroked yours gently, causing goosebumps to form all the way up your arm. The feeling of his skin on yours made a deep bubbling sensation grow in the pit of your stomach, something you had never felt before.
“I’ve never felt the way I feel about you before,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. You stared at the ground, trying to gain composure before you turned your head towards him.
“Whenever I’m with you, I just get this weird feeling, a good feeling, and I’ve never felt that way before. No one has ever made me as happy as you,” you said softly, tripping over your own words.
Your eyes stared into his, looking for any sign of emotion. His cheeks grew a deep red as his eyes diverted away from yours, staring back at the ocean. You didn’t know what he was thinking. You were scared to speak up, scared he didn’t feel the same way. Scared you had just embarrassed yourself in front of the person you love. Suddenly his mouth opened, like he was going to say something, before he closed it again.
“Uh, so it’s your turn, I guess….” You whispered, embarrassed by his lack of response. He nodded his head slightly, eyes roaming until they finally landed on you.
“I fell in love with someone here,” He spoke up. His words were slow, quiet. You almost thought you didn’t even here him correctly.
Your body turned completely to face him. Your eyebrows furrowed, wanting a clearer answer. Your breath caught in your throat, worried he was talking about someone else. Worried he had fell in love with someone else and still loved them.
You were afraid of the answer. You were afraid of the words that would come out of his mouth. You were afraid he really didn’t feel the same way.
Suddenly he moved to face you. It seemed as if he had ignored your question as he slowly started moving closer and closer to you. His eyes stared into yours and you finally caught sight of a glimmer in them, something that told you you shouldn’t be scared of what he as going to say. His hand found the side of your neck, caressing it softly as his lips swept gently over yours, barely touching them.
You’ve been Shawn’s girlfriend for over four years now, his fans, friends and family adore you. On the opening night of the tour Shawn tells you he wants to shoot a music video for there’s nothing holding me back and how he wants it to be about you and him just being yourselves.
The time comes where the film crew and around three cameras are following you and Shawn around as you run around Paris acting like children and just playing together. In those moments, where you and Shawn are just being carefree he realizes he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Just being carefree and having fun, together.
Thirdly: I am doing this more for the sake of my upcoming fic, Cherchez la Femme, which I have been working on for MONTHS–probably since Septemberish–than I am for Napoli. Also doing this for the sake of other authors who may feel this way, but don’t want to say anything for fear of making people mad. I personally am tired of dealing with my own anxiety about this subject, so I’m getting this off my chest.
I am exceedingly frustrated by the majority of attitudes (or non attitudes) I see towards anything that is not a one-shot on here. ESPECIALLY if it’s smut.
I like smut. I love smut. I’ve read some really good smut on here. But… that’s not all I’ve read on here. When I first got on Tumblr, I found some really unique and interesting fics, and I got very invested in them. But lately, the majority of what I’ve been seeing on this site is the same damn thing, over and over and over again. Smut one shots, no plot, no character development, no nothing. Those fics I was invested in were discontinued (temporarily, I hope) in favor of smut one shots, which, like I said, I don’t mind, but ya know… I also do.
Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots.
Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. And many of them do write more than smut one shots. But I have seen two (2) of the multi-part fics I follow being seriously reblogged. That’s out of A LOT that I happen to read and like. One of my favorites got put on hiatus because there were no reads on the most recent chapter at the time.
Tumblr, seriously, what is going on? Like, I recognize that we all want to imagine ourselves having sex with some version of Sebastian Stan (ME TOO, I AM NOT EXCLUDING MYSELF FROM THAT GROUP) but some of these people have worked ages, ages on these fics. With well-developed characters and plot and settings and serious issues that are worked through. THESE PEOPLE I READ SHOULD WRITE ORIGINAL CONTENT AND GET PUBLISHED. In my world, they would. Because they are that good.
And yet, they get almost no recognition. And it frustrates me, and scares me, and makes me really, really sad. Some might say, “Tumblr is more (something else) than fanfic for me”–which is fine. Please engage in whatever joy may have brought you to Tumblr. But also remember that for others, it IS about fanfic, and they enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy doing whatever you do. So hit the like button every once in a while. Read more fics of your favorite characters. Some might say, “I have –something that gives me a shorter attention span–, I can’t remember what happened before this chapter/can’t concentrate enough to get through a whole fic in the time I have”–in which case, you are fine, don’t worry about it, not a big deal. Some of you may say, “Works in progress are annoying, I hate waiting for new parts to come out”–and trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m waiting on a few new parts for fics myself (I’m also waiting for Diana Gabaldon’s next Outlander book, goddammit), but that doesn’t stop me from reading and commenting on the parts that are there! Tell the author that you have something to look forward to until the next part comes out! Also, TELL THE AUTHOR IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR THEM TO COMPLETE IT, or ask to be tagged in the final masterlist! We won’t mind if you do it that way! Some of you may just hate longer fics and there’s nothing anybody can do to change that. In which case, whatever floats your boat.
I’m not getting on anyone in the above paragraph to suddenly change your preferences and start reading fics with more than two parts. What I am saying, though, is if you consume, but don’t comment AND reblog (or at least tag and reblog), or if you don’t consume at all and blatantly ignore what authors are putting out there… come on, guys. We put our heart and souls into this stuff. Some of the stuff we write is taken from real life. Some people don’t have anything but their writing to help them get through what may be a really bad stage. Likes, comments, reblogs–writers need these. We don’t all have to be JK Rowling here, but we do hope to see that someone smiles or laughs, or cries, or feels in some way with our fics.
One of my friends on here was very sad a couple of days ago because she was getting very few notes on even her one-shots, or reblogs with no comments. She has 700+ followers and a taglist that’s a mile long. It made me sad for her, and I can’t even hug her because she lives far away from me. Readers, you don’t have to comment or reblog every chapter of a fic that’s been written, it’s really okay if you don’t, but let the reader know that you like it and acknowledge the work that’s been done.
I’m still relatively tiny on here, and I definitely need to follow more blogs, so I will now go looking. But, indulge me for a second: If, when I publish Cherchez, I deem it as not getting enough notes, I will make a goddamn video of myself deleting the thing off my computer and burning the damn notebooks. I started by writing this stuff for me. Napoli ended up being about someone I know who recently died. Cherchez was what I wrote when I was coming out of a breakdown. So yes, I write for myself. But as soon as I put it up here, it becomes yours. You consume it, you feel because of it. So really, guys, read all the smut you want. I know I’m going to. But read more than smut, too.
Someone who is a teeny bit oversmutted
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