too used writing tags with that these days ;a;

A WEEK OF STILL STAR CROSSED APPRECIATION #SSCWeek

Guys, let’s do this! 

It’s running from FRIDAY 21st JULY - THURSDAY 27th JULY 2017 

On each day, create, reblog and post content according to the day. It’s not limited to Tumblr, put it up on Twitter, too! Write fic, analyses, text posts, shit posts, recaps, one line notes, draw art, stick figures, make gifs and edits and aesthetics and mood boards… Let’s just celebrate our love of SSC!!

Not a maker? Then be a reblogger! Let’s share the love! 

Use tags!! (e.g. #StillStarCross #RenewSSC, but preferably #SSCWeek) and if you’re using Twitter use the Twitter handles!! 

DAY 1: Favorite Main Character (FRI 21JULY) 

DAY 2: Favorite Ship (SAT 22 JULY) 

DAY 3: Favorite Quote (SUN 23 JULY) 

DAY 4: Favorite Outfit (MON 24 JULY) 

DAY 5: Favorite Scenery (TUE 25 JULY) 

DAY 6: Favorite Support Character (WED 26 JULY) 

DAY 7: Why Do You Love SSC? (THU 27 JULY)

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 going on 15 and I hate how so many people who take a character that was just my age, and make creepy art and fic about him. I'm about to turn his current age and have been propositioned since I was 11 and was always told that adults who try things like that are perverts. So why is it when a bunch of 20 somethings pushing a teen who is around my age into a sexual relationship with an adult and do explicit crap, it's not perverted and gross? What about the teens who are feeling sexualized?

First off, thanks for writing me and being polite in your message. 

The first thing I want to address is this: you should never be made to feel sexualized. Unless it’s with someone you want to be sexual with, like a crush of yours. Even with someone you consider a crush, if you don’t want to feel that way and don’t want to do anything that can be considered sexual (be it even a kiss), you should never feel forced. This is not just now because you’re a teen, this is something that all of us go through and need to keep in mind even in our 20s, 30s and so on.

I’m so sorry that you feel that way in real life because some adults are absolutely disgusting. They are. Adults that prey on children are absolutely disgusting and horrifying and you should call them out, tell your parents or your teachers or the police. I’m not kidding here. I know it’s hard and you might feel like you’re going to be made fun of, or that they won’t believe you, or that they will side with the adult, or that will belittle you and tell you it’s not a big deal. If you tell someone you trust, they won’t do all those things. Go with your guts. Tell, even if someone only threw nasty words at you or catcalled you (and I really hope you never went through anything heavier than that). In those cases there won’t be much that you can do, but telling someone will help.

What I can tell from your message, is that you (subconsciously or not) equate sex with generally being nasty and perverted. This will probably be unnecessary, but I’ll say it anyway: sex is not inherently gross or disgusting or creepy. If you feel that it is, then it means you’re not ready to enter a sexual relationship, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. I won’t tell you that that’s only because of your age, because some people never (or very rarely) show any interest in sex (it’s called asexuality and it falls under the LGBT+ spectrum). Whether you do end up growing to want sex or not doesn’t matter here. 

What matters is that now you clearly don’t want to see sex and anything to do with it in your fandom experience and that’s fine. Tumblr offers you ways to make your experience better and show you only the content you want to see. Block any nsfw tag. Don’t follow blogs whose description clearly states that they post nsfw (like mine). Tumblr is a big and scary place if you just take everything it throws at you (be it ship hate, nsfw stuff, etc). The thing with it is that it can’t cater to everyone’s tastes, so you have to be active about blocking the stuff that YOU don’t want to see. Other 14-going-on-15 year olds might be okay seeing nsfw fanart and posts and that will be their Tumblr experience, but you should definitely take measures to protect yourself from what you don’t want to see. 

Now, the thing about Otayuri is that no matter how you twist it, it’s not illegal to ship it, even in a sexual way. You should definitely read this post about it, because the thing is, as much as we can project our feelings and real-world stuff into anime characters, they’re not real. 

I assure you that if Yuri on Ice was a flesh and bone show things would be different. I don’t really watch any current TV shows with teens in them so I can’t speak for what other fandoms do with their ship, whether they’re sexualized or not. I can only speak for this silly and amazing anime that’s been consuming my life for the past seven months or so.

Anime and cartoon characters are a safe way to explore things about real life. Whether it be sex or depression or anxiety or simply falling in love, we can all identify with an anime character and see our flaws, our fears and our history in them.

The thing you have to remember is that we (I’m speaking for the slightly older part of the fandom since I’m in my twenties) have been Yuri’s age. We’ve very likely had crushes on boys or girls that were a bit younger, our age or slightly older (like Otabek is). So I think for most of us, shipping Otayuri is a way to remember what it feels like to be a teen and be in love/have a huge crush. We will never be that age again, and maybe there’s things we regret not doing, crushes we wish we had confessed. By shipping Otayuri in an active way (meaning: drawing fanart or writing fanfiction) we can explore things we experienced as teens (or wish we had) and pour a little bit of ourselves in Yuri’s (or Otabek’s) character. 

Those things might involve anything from simple fluff or rough sex, because, accept it or not, some people at 15 or 16 were (are) having sex of all kinds. Sweet, loving, rough, vanilla, kinky, you-name-it sex. So not to explore that aspect in a healthy way (through fics or fanart) would be lying about what reality is, it would be denying that we ever thought about or had sex at that age.

Much like with blocking tumblr content, you can choose what kinds of fanfiction you read. Only read General and Teen and Up tagged things, read about fluff and about falling in love in a sweet innocent way. Read anything tagged “Ace!Yuri” (it means asexual, the thing I was telling you about before). 

But please understand this: when we sexualize Yuri, we’re mostly sexualizing our (often past) selves. Not other teens, not other real-life people. Yuri doesn’t exist in real life, and many of us see bits and pieces of ourselves in him. When we write about him we really write about ourselves, be it because we want to see how we (maybe a little sassier and bitchier version of us) would have confessed a crush to our best friend, or would have handled the aftermath of having just shoved our gloved fingers in said best friend’s mouth in front of thousands of people. Fanfiction is a study about versions of ourselves that never existed, but might as well have.

Another thing I need to make clear: Otabek is not an adult. I assure you that the morning of your 18th birthday you won’t feel like an adult. You’ll feel like the you from yesterday and it will be anticlimactic af, you’ll be like “That’s it?” and yeah, it will be it. Just because the law in some country or state says that 18 is the age of consent (which is set to 16 or 14 years old in many other countries) it doesn’t mean that you’re automatically an adult at that age. You can be 18 and have had sex since you were 14. You can be 18 and completely uninterested in sex. You can be 18 and have a 15 year old mental age, or you can be 16 and be mentally more mature than some 20 year olds.

What canon has shown us, is that Yuri and Otabek are much closer to each other’s mental age than the 2 years + a few months difference they share. I encourage you to find posts about why there’s no power imbalance between Yuri and Otabek, because they compete in the same sport and they have had similar experiences in life.

In conclusion, if you feel irked about nsfw fanart and fanfics and discussions when it comes to this particular ship, please don’t read it/watch it. But what I can assure you is that none of us are trying to sexualize you or your peers. When we sexualize pixels on a screen we don’t see those pixels as a flesh and bone version of a human, we only see an idealized character whose age we are or have been and whose personality and experiences we want to safely explore.

Also really important: when we write/draw NSFW, we don’t write/draw it for teens to read. I repeat: WE DON’T CREATE NSFW CONTENT FOR TEENS. We’re not your parents or guardians, we write NSFW for whoever feels like they can handle seeing nsfw content. If you’re a teen that goes on the nsfw tag and then complains about it (I’m not saying that’s what you did here, I’m speaking generally), it’s only your fault for going in a tag that you weren’t comfortable to begin with.

TL;DR: 

  • Speak up if you feel sexualized IRL in a way you don’t like;
  • Learn how to use tumblr safely, block tags, understand that tumblr doesn’t do those things for you. Make your fandom experience exactly the one you want to see;
  • Don’t trust adults who tell you this ship is somehow illegal: it’s not;
  • Understand what’s behind fiction and fanfiction as a way we have to explore real life things (often too personal to write about as ourselves, so we project those things in characters we like);
  • Understand that adulthood is not something that happens from one day to another;
  • Learn to discern what content is meant to be consumed by a teen and what content isn’t;
  • Be safe.
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@yooranweek Day 3: Cooking

I love cooking and i love being late lmao

4 more days to goooo ahahahaha

UM since Yooran Week is done I would like to thank the mods for organizing this for us! I really enjoyed it  : )

New Beginnings: To Build A Home Pt. 2


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, general happiness all around

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I was able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean (That has gone on ENTIRELY too long.) This is fic number TWENTY-SEVEN. The line, “I used to be scared of uncertainty ,” was requested by @bunniesowlsandwhales . It’s also for @jensen-jarpad for her Big Celebration Writing Challenge. This technically functions as a part two for To Build A Home, but could be read as a one shot as well. This just sort of happened, hopefully its okay!

Feedback appreciated

Tags at the end

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JJBek Week 2017 - Official Announcement!

Hello everyone! Thanks so much for voting in our JJBek week prompts poll and sharing your enthusiasm with us! This is the official announcement for JJBek week, which will be taking place from August 19th to August 26th. The prompts are as follows:

Day 1 – August 19: Firsts / Social Media

Day 2 – August 20: Roomates / Rivalry

Day 3 – August 21: Highschool/University AU / Rockstar/DJ AU

Day 4 – August 22: Angst / Insecurities

Day 5 – August 23: Tattoos / Masquerade

Day 6 – August 24: Mythology / Supernatural

Day 7 – August 25: Soulmates / Coffee Shop AU

Day 8 – August 26: Bonus Day! Kinks / Domesticity / FREE day!

Rules/guidelines

  • Day 8 is a bonus day with two extra, previously unannounced prompts! However we’re also making day 8 a free day, so if a prompt that you liked was not chosen feel free to create content for it anyway and submit it on this day!
  • To submit prompts, please tag your posts with jjbekweek or jjbekweek2017 (we’ll be checking both tags), and it would also be helpful if you could @ tag us in the post too!
  • When posting your content, make sure you tag/specify which prompt/day you are submitting for! 
  • In regards to fanfiction; PLEASE tag appropriately! Make sure your writing is rated accurately, and tag the necessary warnings! (Ex. if you’re submitting smut, or something with character death, graphic violence, etc. PLEASE make sure you tag it!) We will tag all possible trigger warnings.
  • NSFW art, fic, etc. will be accepted, and we will tag all NSFW content as such!

Thanks again for all of your support! We cannot WAIT to see what you all have planned for our lovely undercut boys! As always, feel free to message us here or on our other blogs (@novocaine-sea & @otabaeee) if you have any more questions!!!

- Aja and Noelle <3

 Days ago Del/trashpandaballs/raccooninpredicaments left Tumblr becuse of Cyber Bulling. He was being accused of being a pedophile, supporting pedophilia/incest just because of a ship he used to make content for 2 years ago.

What we ship doesn’t describe us as a person or the way we act irl. Just because you ship TomTord it doesn’t mean you would like to have love-hate rationship with someone you hate. Just because you ship the Osomatsus or pinecest It doesnt mean you would be in a relationship with your twin or even accept that kind of relationship irl.

Because It’s fictional and because It’s the Internet.

Anyone who ever entered Del’s blog knows that he’s not a bad a person and what happend to him was totally unfair and unnecessary. So along with @yi2335 we created a “Del Appreciation week” to remind people who Del actually was.

It’ll start on March 1st and finish on March 7th, one drawing a day.

Day 1: Draw Del *

Day 2: Favourite Del OC (Ex: Pay, Pudding, Dylan, Sarah)

Day 3: Au Day! (which includes all AUs Del had created or participated in. Ex: Commie Family, Reverse AU, Traitor AU, Wall-e AU, bakery AU [originally owned by @cartooncommubackup], etc)

Day 4: Picture redraw

Day 5: Au Day! (again bc there’re too many of them haha)

Day 6: Write a post to Del telling him how you feel about this *

Day 7: Free Day!

Important:
 "*“ : these are days that aren’t directly related to Eddsworld. Please avoid using the tag to prevent trouble. :)

Special Thanks
To @sugar-syringe, to the guys of Eddsworld Fans en Español, to Del and to you.

Official Hashtag: #IStandWithDel

Have a nice day!

Calling all SWEN! Since there won’t be any Swan Queen scenes anymore, I decided to make this Appreciation Week as a way to say “goodbye” to what has been an amazing and painful ride. So please, even if you are no longer making edits for them like you used to, gather up for one last time. This is mostly for graphic/gif makers but others can participate too by spreading the word, liking/reblogging the edits and on day 7.

Starts: Monday the 3rd of July

Ends: Sunday the 9th of July

The prompts for each day are:
Day One: favorite season
Day Two: favorite episode(s)
Day Three: favorite moment(s)/scene(s)
Day Four: favorite quote(s)
Day Five: favorite protecting/saving-each-other-moment
Day Six: favorite fanfiction
Day Seven: free choice (aus, matching clothes, looks, physical contacts etc.) // this day is for those who can’t edit too (make a fanvid, write a one shot, give us your thoughts, metas, jokes, anything really)

*Remember to tag everything you post for these days as #sqaw2k17 and in the first FIVE TAGS.

fall [e.h  x reader]

Evan Hansen x Reader

warnings: really bad writing, anxious people, angry!evan, angst

requested? yes!

“evan x reader where the reader is the one who takes him to the hospital after he broke his arm and one day he snaps at her and then misses her?” -anon

evan x reader angst? -anon

word count: 3.8k (kms this is bad why would i keep writing it)

Tuesday, July 15

Crack.
Snap.
Yelp.
Crash.

It happened much too quickly and you almost didn’t see the see the small figure fall from the oak tree placed a few feet ahead of you on your hiking path. It was almost like the breath was kicked from your lungs as you saw it thump onto the ground.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Holy shit.” You yelled while running towards the crumpled figure lying on the ground. It was a boy, you recognized him from school, but never really talked much. He was nice, though. You knew that for sure.

He was whimpering and clutching his arm close to his chest, tears streaking down his puffy cheeks. The tears making the pink of the cheeks look even darker under the wet streaks seeping from his eyes. He made eye contact with you and closed his eyes again when he saw how worried you looked. He recognized you too, but couldn’t think straight and said nothing. You kneeled down next to him and began to examine his injuries. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself on the ground.

“Hey, can you talk? Are you okay?” You pleaded towards him. Letting out a breath when he opened his eyes and nodded slightly. thank god.

“I’m,” he winced lightly “I’m Evan. I’m okay it’s just my uh, my arm.” He gasped out through tears, trying not to look at his definitely broken arm.

You took his head gently in your lap and looked down at him once again. You examined his face, nothing but a few scratches on his forehead and cheek. His eyes were so pretty you could’ve gotten lost in them, luckily you snapped yourself out of it because Jesus y/n, he fell from a tree and is injured you can’t be swooning.

“I’m Y/N. I’m going to get you help okay? But you need to help me out, are your legs okay?” You grabbed his face gently and made him look up at you. He nodded.

“Okay, I’m going to help you get up and bring you to my car so when can drive you to the hospital. Is that okay?” Your voice was so gentle and so were your eyes, he almost broke out into more tears. He didn’t think anyone would bother to get him, he honestly hadn’t thought what would happen if he ended up living.

“Yes, uh, yes please.” He stammered out, trying to adjust his legs so he could stand up. You put your arms under his shoulders and hoisted him up. His legs were wobbly and you thanked God that you weren’t very far in your hike. Your car was close, you just hoped he’d stay conscious that long. He was obviously in a ton of pain and his arm… wasn’t pretty. His shoulder was around you and you did your best to lift him to ease his pain that walking must’ve given him.

As you stumbled to the empty parking lot of matted down grass and gravel, you whispered gently in his ear that he could not, under any circumstances, look at his arm. (Your mom had taught you this trick, if you don’t see how bad it is, you won’t freak out as much). He just nodded really quickly over and over again as you opened the passenger seat door. He clambered in and closed his eyes so tight you thought he might pop a vein in his head. You rushed towards the driver’s seat and began speeding through the empty streets towards the hospital.

“Okay, Evan right? We’re almost there is there anywhere else that hurts? -Please stop scrunching your face like that you’re going to pull a muscle- that’s better.” You said as he slowly relaxed his face.

“You told me not to look…” he mumbled flicking his, now opened, eyes to you and then back to his jeans several times. He was trying to distract himself from something… most likely the pain.

When you caught him staring you smiled lightly, and turned your attention back toward the road. Luckily for him, you didn’t see his whole face get red after realizing a nice girl was taking care of him that wasn’t his mom.

As you got the hospital Evan flinched as he saw the bright “EMERGENCY ROOM” sign. Once he was in there he would have to answer a bunch of questions about what happened. He didn’t want to talk to people he just wanted to fall asleep and wake up healed.

“We’re here. Are you awake? Please be conscious, oh god,” you said as you scrambled to his side of the car while the feeling of dread bubbled up from your stomach.

“I- um, I’m f- fine.” He said as he tried to crawl out through the door avoiding any pain that may occur if he moves too quickly.

Once you were both in the position you were in when you walked to your car in the first place, you cautiously opened the doors and scooted him inside. The sweet-looking nurse gasped when she saw Evan’s arm and hollered around for more doctors to help him. The contrast of her bright white uniform and warm brown skin plus her gentle voice made her seem even more friendly, until of course, she almost ripped Evan out of your arms and brought him to a room. The last thing you saw was Evan looking back at you with pleading eyes before different nurses walking in front of you blocked him from your sight.


Wednesday, July 16

It had been a day. You had brought flowers. Is that what people usually do? Bring flowers? What if he doesn’t like flowers? Do boys like flowers? Your train of thought stopped when you were standing in front of the wide marble desk with a big “VISITOR SIGN IN” sign.

The (probably volunteer worker) looked up at you expectantly. She smiled when she saw the flowers, admiring the blues before you started to mumble who you were here for.

“Evan Hansen, he uh, well, I think he broke his arm? I brought him in yesterday- if that helps.” You were slightly embarrassed, you had never had to check in a hospital before to see someone without your parents, and that was 6 years ago.

She smiled politely as she pulled out a piece of paper and began to read it aloud

“Evan Hansen, 17, broken arm and rib fracture?”

“That would be him.” You mumbled, beginning to feel anxious again.

“Room 203 on the left, thank you, ma'am!” She smiled and pointed in the direction of his room. You smiled and thanked her back before walking towards the elevators. 

Boys can like flowers, right? I mean they’re pretty and stuff. Oh god, what am I doing? You reached the right hall and searched the numbers pinned up on the side of every door.
198.
200.
202.

You turned your head around and saw the faint figure of a nurse talking to a sleepy looking Evan in a hospital bed. It was Evan! He was okay! Now, do you knock or?

You decided to knock and the nurse turned around, startled. She walked to the door and let you in after checking her clipboard.

“You’re y/n?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“I’ll go get a vase for the flowers.” She scurried off pretty quick after that, deciding to give you privacy.

Evan eyes were open so wide you thought they might pop out of his head. His arm was in a cast and his hair was matted down almost enough to cover the bandage on his forehead.

“Hi, I’m uh, I’m glad you’re okay.” You said as you slowly walked toward his bed stopping abruptly as you looked for a chair to sit on. 

He noticed and shuffled over towards the side farthest from you on his bed. You sat down lightly and faced him, taking in his features all at once. His eyes, still milky brown and his cheeks weren’t as puffy or red as they were in the forest. There were freckles lightly dusting his nose and cheeks and his bottom lip was bigger than the top and a bit swollen from him biting on it. He took your breath away.

“Thanks uh for yeknow.. getting me at stuff? I mean that sounds so stupid you basically saved my life and I’m so grateful and-” he noticed you staring. “Uh, just, thank you, Y/N.”

“It’s not a problem… I uh, brought you flowers..?” You said, immediately flustered when you realized you were staring. “I don’t really know if you like them but they were really pretty and I thought that’s what normal people do, right?” You were rambling again. shut up y/n!!

“They were really pretty,” he said softly while fiddling with the covers he was under. “I like them, thank you again I guess.” He looked so nervous and you couldn’t understand why.

Truth is, he was nervous because he didn’t think you would come back to see him. I mean you probably had other stuff to do than worry about him right? Why were you here? Did you care about him? His heart fluttered at the thought of that. She cares about me? So he just gently fiddled with the covers until you resumed the conversation.

“Do you like brownies?”

“What?”

“Oh, uh well I was going to make you something for when I come back tomorrow… if that’s okay, of course! I wouldn’t want to, like, intrude or anything you know?” You let out a nervous laugh and forced yourself to look up.

He was staring again but he seemed… softer. He didn’t seem so on guard like when you initially walked in or when he was in your car. You didn’t really know how to reply so you just smiled gently and waited for his reply. Just as the pool of dread started building in your stomach again he replied.

“You really, uh, like you really don’t need to bake for me! I mean it would be cool, I’m not saying that I wouldn’t want anything you gave me but I just wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience! Because who wouldn’t accept brownies from a cute girl? Did I say that out loud? Sorry, I uh-”

You cut him if with your giggling and looked up at him barely containing your infectious smile.

“It’s cute when you ramble.” You said quietly. You were looking down towards your fiddling hands, scared you’ve overstepped a boundary.

He blushed; You did too.

You spent the rest of the day just talking about anything. You didn’t really want to leave and he didn’t want you to either. He wasn’t used to enjoying people company and not being scared of doing something wrong, but you were sincere and nice and funny. You went home at around 9:00 pm and once you left the room felt strangely empty, that is, until he saw the light blue flowers on his bedside table.

Over the past week and a half, you had become quick best friends. Neither of you and really had a bestfriend before, but you fell right into the habits that best friends do. At least the ones they do when one do them is in the hospital… well, you get the idea.


Friday, July 25

Three light taps on his hospital door and you wandered in announcing the arrival of brownies. He frantically tried to fix his hair and smooth out his shirt before you got close enough to see him clearly.

“Hi Ev!” You chirped while holding the brownie pan outwards like it was a trophy.

If he was going to be honest, he didn’t even really like brownies. He thought they were too much chocolate for one sitting, but seeing your grin and how proud you were of them… brownies might not be that bad as long as he could share them with you.

“O-oh my. Hey y/n.” He gave you a half wave and made room on his table for the brownies. why is she being so thoughtful? I mean it’s adorable but that never happens to me.

“Okay, so,” you said while sitting down next to him on his bed and smoothing the covers. “I was wondering, why were you in a tree in the first place?” You asked as politely as possible as one can while stuffing a brownie in their mouth.

There it was. He couldn’t tell her. He could barely tell himself. What was he going to do? Whatever, just make something up Evan, quick!

You noticed him freeze up and slowly shuffled away from him. Maybe he just didn’t want to relive the experience.

“Oh it’s not, I mean it isn’t really…important.”

“Of course it’s important, silly! Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen and broken your arm from 50 feet up in the air!” You said while making wild hand gestures as if it would help you picture what you were saying.

“I don’t, I couldn’t really,” He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t tell anyone. “I fell.” He decided that falling was better than letting go.

You looked at him quizzically. He looked guilty? He kept his gaze down and played with his hands more aggressively than usual, he also bit his lip. He was lying. but why would he lie about falling out of a tree?

“Okay.” Was all you said as you stood up slowly and grabbed the flower vase.
“I’m going to uh- go get some water.”

He watched you scurry off the bathroom and exhaled. You knew he was lying. He didn’t want to lose you or let you think he’s a liar, but absolutely no one could know what he had done. His mom would hate him and so would you! He looked toward the plate of brownies and then back towards the bathroom door. All that was playing in his head was 4 words, like a broken record: no one can know.

Sunday July, 27

You didn’t go to the hospital today. Evan had acted so strange after you asked him why he climbed up there in the first place. Once you got back from the bathroom he seemed closed off and distant, he seemed almost rude which was very out of character for him. You knew he didn’t have many friends at school, but he was so warm and sweet before, now he was just so cold and unresponsive.

So as you walked up your front steps after running a few errands for your sister, you almost jumped out of your skin when the door was answered by a middle aged woman with blonde hair. Your mom was right behind her and introduced you.

“Sweetie, this is Heidi! Evan’s Mom.
Heidi this is y/n, my youngest daughter.”

Heidi reached her hand out towards you with a big smile on her face.

“Thank you so much for helping Evan, it means so much to us. You’re even visiting him at the hospital! He seems so much more happy whenever you stop by!”

Her voice was sweet and a little gravelly, probably due to her job which (according to her clothing) was a nurse. Nurses worked long hours. That was probably why Evan was alone at the park in the first place.

“Oh, it’s no problem!” You said as you shook her hand. Her eyes were Evan’s, milky brown and sparkling, and then it hit you.

You’re even visiting him at the hospital! He seems so much more happy whenever you stop by!

Was Evan usually so closed off? He seemed so sweet you couldn’t possibly imagine that to be the case.

“Miss Hansen, if you don’t mind me asking-”

“Heidi, please dear!”

“Heidi, is Evan usually… closed off? He’s been acting sort of strange these past few days.”

She looked a little surprised at first but replied calmly nonetheless.

“He’s been, avoiding things. He hasn’t been taking his meds lately and has trouble talking to people. His meds keep his,” she cleared her throat slightly before continuing. “Negative emotions on track…I’m honestly surprised he talks to you without fainting from nervousness.” Her face turned sorrowful, as if she was thinking about the times he acted like what she was describing.

“Oh, I’m sor-”

“Don’t be silly, you’re helping him! Anyways I’ve got to run if I’m going to be at work on time, I just stopped by to say thank you!” She waved her hands a bit when she talked, it reminded you of Evan. You waved goodbye as she left and ran to your room, your mind was racing a mile a minute.

Evan has medication. Evan doesn’t connect with people. Evan is usually pretty closed off. Evan doesn’t know how to talk to people.

Well, no more ignoring him now. You grabbed your keys and a sweatshirt and walked out to your car, calling out a quick goodbye to your mom.

You were so enwrapped in your thoughts you almost missed the turn to the parking lot of the hospital. You didn’t know what you would say or even if he wanted to see you, but you knew one thing for sure. You were going to find out why he climbed that tree.

You knew the way to his room by heart now, which was strange considering you’ve only walked here twice. You didn’t bother with directions from workers you just marched right in and knocked on his door.

“Evan.”

“Y/N.” he said, surprised you were in his room and even more surprised that you looked so stern.

“Promise me you won’t lie?” You asked, maintaining your gaze directly at him.

He gulped, but nodded slowly.

“Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself and why did you climb that goddamn tree?” Your voice was gentle and shaky, but your body language stayed intense. He didn’t know what to say, had his mom talked to you or something? She did mention going to your house to thank you for being his friend, but what did she tell you?

“Uh- I don’t know what you’re talking about?” His voice raised slightly at the end, as if it was a question.

“Evan your mom said you hadn’t been taking your meds, and that sometimes you-”

“Stop it. Stop it.” He said quietly as he hugged his knees up to his chest.

“Evan please, you know you can talk to me, right? I’ve only known you for a little while but I feel like it’s been forever! Whenever you feel like tha-”

“Stop it.” He said it louder his time, looking at you instead of his hands.

“Evan I-”

“No. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You can’t just say that I can talk to you when I’m ‘off my meds’ y/n. You can’t, you just- you can’t come waltzing into my life and then try and fix it.” 

He seemed almost… angry? You didn’t know how to react, you had never seen him angry before.

“I’m sor-”

“I think you should just mind your own business.” He said softly, looking out the window while trying to calm down.

You didn’t know what to do. You never thought you were trying to fix him? You didn’t know he had anything wrong. Were you supposed to leave?

“I’ll just- uh.” You sniffled slightly, on the verge of tears. “I’ll just go.”
And with that you were out the door, running towards the elevator with a tear making its way down your cheek.


Later that evening Evan couldn’t stand he things he said. He was just so tired. He didn’t mean the things he said, obviously, but he just couldn’t talk about his feelings. He had trouble talking to people normally, so when his feelings came up he shut down. He knows how harsh he was, and he flinched at himself every time he thinks about what happened.

You had exchanged numbers the first day you visited, but he doubted you wanted to ever see him again. He looked over at the flowers you had got him and frowned as he realized they were wilted.

Monday, July 28

You didn’t leave your room. You couldn’t. How could you have been so stupid? You shouldn’t have mentioned his emotions and you shouldn’t have tried to convince him it would help to talk about something he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

Meanwhile Evan was writing and erasing a million texts to send you to say he was sorry.

Tuesday, August 4th

8:26 AM
No new messages to: Y/N

You missed him, but how were you supposed to come back from that? 

“hey I used to be your bestfriend until i overstepped my boundaries and now you hate me!”

No new messages to: Evan
He wished he was good with words. He missed not only his bestfriend, but you. he missed the late night phone calls talking about whatever you guys could come up with. He missed the random texts about what you should get from McDonalds as if he knew what you wanted at that moment. he missed your smile and he missed your unjudgmental presence. He wished he could just send a freaking text.


Thursday, August 6th


From Evan:

I’m sorry. Can u come over?

To: Evan

Why would u want me to? You were right, I should just mind my own business.

From: Evan

No I swear I didn’t mean it like that.

To Evan:

The how did you mean it?

From Evan:

I didn’t mean it at all! Please just come visit and we can talk

To Evan: 

ok


You pushed the door open and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to make yourself feel as small as possible. He looked at you took in your appearance. 

Shorts with a gray hoodie, that looked normal.

Dark eye bags, paler than he remembered, blank expression, that was not normal.

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry.” The words fell out of his mouth like he had no control over them. “I was so rude and I understand if you never wanna see me again and that’s fine! I just missed you a lot and I wish I could take what I said back because I didn’t mean it and I was just so stupid and tired an-”

You let out a long sigh and rubbed your temples. “Evan what am I doing wrong here? I thought I was actually having a good friendship for once and then I screwed it up.”

“What?”

“Why do you think it hurt so much when you yelled at me? I can handle outbursts Evan, but not when they confirm everything I thought I was doing wrong.” You leaned your head against the wall of his room and tried not to make eye contact.

“Y/n- I”

“It whatever Ev, I shouldn’t have come back I’m sorry.” You adjusted your purse and lifted yourself from the wall you were leaning against, ready to run as soon as you could. Before you could make any actual movement though, he was out of his hospital bed and in front of you, shaking hands and all.

He stopped your escape and crushed the air out of your lungs with a bear hug. You were frozen, why was he hugging you? Eventually, you relaxed into him and he dragged you onto his tiny hospital bed.

“I should be sorry.” You mumbled into his neck.

He looked so guilty in the brief moment he had looked down at you, but it quickly became a small smile.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Y/N, no. I just don’t do well when I talk about stuff like that.”

You nodded slightly into his shoulder to show you understood.

“I’m still sorry.”

He stared at you for the longest time before he just simply kissed your temple. After realizing what he had just done, he started to freak out and he was shaking and stuttering. He had never been this close to a girl before, much less a girl he liked before.

“Oh I-I didn’t, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anyth-”

You shut him up by gently taking his hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He stared at your hands in disbelief before looking back at you.

“I’m perfectly comfortable around you.” And you would fall asleep with his and your hands intertwined together, listening to his heartbeat.


He was falling; but this time, not from a tree. this time he was falling for a good reason. This time he was falling for you.

“Said” is FINE! :)

There are several charts and lists making the rounds lately with alternatives to using “said.” Guys–I cannot stress this enough: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH USING “SAID!” :) If you feel like you’re overusing “said,” it’s because you’re over tagging. That’s it. End of story.Which is not to say you should never use replacements for “said.” It’s just that you should use them sparingly and only when appropriate. Here are some things to keep in mind when using alternatives to “said”:

1) Beware of Non-Synonymous Words.

In other words, beware of words that aren’t synonyms of “said” or other speaking words.

Body Language Words:

Words like laughed, shrugged, frowned, trembled, and their synonyms are not words that have to do with speech. You can’t frown something. You can say something WHILE frowning. You can’t tremble something. You can say something WHILE trembling. You wouldn’t say: Ted stood in front of the class and trembled the alphabet. So, you shouldn’t say, “I’ll go in front of the class and recite the alphabet,” Ted trembled.

Speech hindering actions:

Words like smiled, gaped, bubbled, breathed, panted, sneezed–try saying a few sentences while doing any of these things. Bear in mind that “gape” means “open wide.” It’s pretty difficult, right? Not to mention it probably looks/sounds pretty silly.

Non-Speaking words:

Words like accepted, approved, brainstormed, puzzled, cross-examined, publicized, justified, beckoned, invited–are words that go hand-in-hand with talking, but they’re not words that relate to actually saying things. “We could go with a red one, a blue one, or one made of metal, or maybe wood?” Ted brainstormed. Or, “We’re remodeling our house,” Ted publicized. It just sounds weird.

2) Beware of Over-Complicated Words.

While it’s certainly fine to be ornate now and then, most of the time, simple and concise is much better. Words like asseverated, remonstrated, vociferated, equivocated, acknowledged, communicated, etc. are long and over-complicated. “We’re remodeling our house,” said Ted is a lot more concise than “We’re remodeling our house,” Ted vociferated. It’s fine once in a while, when the word choice really matters, but don’t get into the habit of it.

3) Beware of the “Instead of Said” Tennis Match

The only thing worse than: 

“We should go to the beach,” Denise said.

“I would love to,” said Laura.

“There’s a great beach in the next town,” Melissa said.

“I think I know the one you mean,” Denise said.

Is…

“We should go to the beach,” Denise announced.

“I would love to,” agreed Laura.

“There’s a great beach in the next town,” Melissa offered.

“I think I know the one you mean,” Denise stated.

4) Beware of Over Tagging

The problem with the examples in #3 isn’t the overuse of “said” or of alternatives to “said.” The problem is over tagging. When you’re writing dialogue, it isn’t necessary to put “he said” after every line that is spoken. Try using action instead:

Denise gazed out the window at the beautiful sunny day. “We should go to the beach.”

“I would love to,” Laura said, joining her at the window

Melissa picked up the travel guide from the dresser. “There’s a great beach in the next town.”

“I think I know the one you mean,” said Denise.


I hope that demystifies tagging a little bit for those of you who feel like you’re overusing “said” too much. :)

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JackSCRIPTEDeye Week!

Hello! So I’ve been thinking a lot recently and I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Artists get a lot of recognition, obviously not as much as they deserve, but they get acknowledged quite a bit. But some people that don’t get a lot of recognition are authors, who are artists too. You try and describe a planet that doesn’t exist using solely the words you have. You think it’s easy but it takes years to perfect the art. So I wanted to do something for all the authors in this community! 

For the week of June 4th-10th (next week), I have 7 prompts for the authors in this community! This is open to anyone who writes and wants to write! The tag for this little thing is #JackScriptedEye . I hope this takes off and maybe we’ll have winners? So yeah! Enjoy!


Day 1: Take Jack, put him in a setting you find comforting, and describe it!

ex: Jack sitting on a couch with a cup of tea whilst it rains outside

Day 2: Describe Jack doing something with vivid emotion. Use only descriptive words, don’t just flat out say how he feels.

ex: Jack’s emotions whilst going on a walk along the beach

Day 3: Put Jack in your favorite universe. It could be your own, or from another already published work.

ex: Jack in the world of Red Queen by Victoria Averyard

Day 4: Write about your favorite Anti head cannon. Write this Anti doing something natural to him.

ex: Dreamwalker!Anti haunting someone

Day 5: Write an adventure with Jack and a companion of your choice. It could be another youtuber, Sam, or an ego from anyone.

ex: Jack and Anti trying to cook for Signe

Day 6: Write an angsty tear-jerker that will make everyone cry. This is time for all you angsty pieces of lovely rose petals.

ex: Jack’s goodbye video for the channel

Day 7: Write a story. This doesn’t have to be about Jack. Put out something you’re really proud about and we can all healthily criticize each other and give pointers. This is day is for acknowledging your strengths and weaknesses and helping others in their work. A day for a writing community!

anonymous asked:

Ok so I've seen a lot of MM blogs answer this recently and I wanted to know the admins' response is here too... Which MM blogs do you guys like/recommend? Answers may be the same, I'm curious about each respective admin :)

Awh~ Thank you for caring!!

Ahemhemhem… wow, what nice timing anon! Just as I’ve been acquainting myself with a few more mysme blogs XD

My recommendations would be the following!! (I don’t follow many blogs but still!) (I take that back, I wrote this list two weeks ago)

  • @sinfulinsecret - for your best Jumin Han sin. Sinny’s one of my favourite blogs– WAIT NOT BECAUSE OF THE SIN but because she’s a really fun person to tease!! It’s a one-sided love BUT I WILL WIN HER OVER SOMEDAY. >^
  • @mysmekitten - Kitten’s got really cute HCs!! ^o^ She’s very sweet and considerate of her followers. I really like playing around with Kitten hehe~
  • @saeranoppa - MY SENPAI~ This busy gal can give you heartaches, I recommend her fic, hiraeth!!
  • @hachig4tsu - The chocolate chip fairy! Hachi runs an art blog~ I’ll make a bet with my followers here and now, she’s gonna become a huge blog one day XD I really feel like she’s going to become really professional and all that potential will be brought out for the world to see~
  • @serensama - oh Mother, I could never forget to mention you! Mama brings out a lot of heartwrenching angst (and sin, but seriously, check out her angst fics) and has made me really, really sad on multiple occasions. 
  • @tarotealeaf - I love her art AUs so much ahh! And she’s so cute too >///< 
  • @zenscrotch - NSFW. a talented motherfuckah who draws Zen’s dick for us and damn, they’re amazing with their drawings although I could never talk to them directly. ahaha. You think I’m crazy like Nao? I could never possibly approach such a heavenly sin-pai.
  • @digitalscratch-arting - NSFW AND IS SO SO SO NICE. I only recently started talking to them but duuuuuuude. I don’t wanna share this wonderful artist but T^T (cough be mine pls)

In the end, I’m just a fan like everyone else >o<

–R.I.


Haha… Call me crazy, but I tagged my favorite writing blogs on a particular post the other day (I’ve only talked to one of them and message the other, but still. I wanted to bury myself when I woke up and saw what I did). I’m sorry if that creeped you out. My inner Seven came out to play. That, and… did I mention that I tend to act drunk and reckless when I lack sleep?

I mostly follow art blogs, but there’s also a considerable number of writing blogs that I follow (apart from the ones that Ri does). I was a fan before everything else after all.

~Nao

Listing my top 5 for each category:

Art blogs:

Writing blogs:

the legion’s ShitList:

1. rip

    • undoubtedly
    • malcolm: we give him a makeover and this is how he repays us?
    • darhk: he’s so ungrateful
    • eobard: didn’t you both keep threatening him
    • malcolm & darhk (at the same time): your point?

2. sara

    • malcolm: if at first you don’t succeed…
    • darhk: what’s that supposed to mean?
    • eobard (stage whisper): he’s killed her before but her sister threw her into the lazarus pit 
    • darhk: ooh, the same sister i get to kill? nice

3. ray

    • malcolm: he’s too happy all the time i don’t trust him
    • darhk: i don’t even know him but i agree
    • malcolm: oh, you hate him, too. he was your prisoner and told you to shove it before escaping with robin hood and his merry band of men
    • darhk: huh
    • malcolm: i might have helped them

4. malcolm

    • malcolm: I DIDN’T KNOW YOU AT THE TIME IT DIDN’T COUNT

4. damien

    • eobard: come on we’re better than this

4. eobard

    • malcolm: [SCREAMING] IT WAS A JOKE PUT YOUR HAND DOWN

4. vixen

    • darhk: is this because she threw you into the garbage that one time boohoo poor malcolm
    • malcolm: shut up
    • eobard: she’s actually one of the only competent ones
    • malcolm: …………didn’t she shoot you, too? i mean—s TOP DOING THAT PUT YOUR HAND AWAY

5. firestorm

    • malcolm: met him once, not a fan
    • eobard: he probably feels the same way about you
    • darhk: we all feel the same way about you, malcolm

6. mick rory

    • malcolm: he might actually join us if we asked. he’s pretty much a criminal, and he and his partner almost killed the flash
    • darhk: if as he’s terrible as you say he would have killed the legends by now
    • eobard: they’re insufferable

7. steel guy

    • darhk: he’s too patriotic i don’t trust him

THE EDGE OF SEVENTEEN TAG!

My best friend Zoë has made a tag and it’s great so you should all go do it! ♥

You can find the original post and rules - HERE.

Here’s Rowan at seventeen fully convinced that her life and everyone in it was “just the worst dude”. I had so much fun imagining Rowan as a high school junior either locked up in her room reading all day and writing poems that she’d be so embarrassed for anyone to see these days or hanging out with her friends on a weekend searching for the hottest party to crash. “But we totally have to pretend it’s lame because we’re too cool for that shit”. 

I showed Zoë teenage Rowan and she said she imagined Rowan and Brynn dating in high school, and I loved the idea, so that’s a thing! #Rowynn. 

If anyone wants to use the banner Zoë and I have used you can find it HERE!

I’ll be tagging: @shysimblr, @wrixles, @pixielated, @sandy-sims, @koffeecake, @obisims, @cabsim, @randomcoffeesimmer, @foxbie, @cat-nerd-sims@loopysims

Hey, I made a profile picture for facebook that is Valentine’s day themed because love everyone. Feel free to use it!

Edit: this is about not condemning or hating groups of marginalized people. Individuals can be horrible, and I’m not saying you should support that, I’m just saying I support these groups as a whole. 💖

Okay, I’m going to write a longer post about Cathy here because I think there needs to a lot more discussion about it, I’d love it if you could publish (and maybe tag) it, though I think it’s too long for a confession:

Today is Equal Pay Day and Cathy did a post on instagram using it as a setup to promote aboutyou, a site that sells clothes. Do I think it’s good and important that people talk about income inequality? Of course! But then instead of talking about her own experiences with it (or using her insta as a platform for other women to do that), she uses it to promote herself and a site she has a collaboration with.

She wears a “Grrl Power” hoodie on women’s day, but then she turns around and calls Salma Hayek “cheap looking” because she “has large breasts” or calls Halle Berry “not elegant” for wearing her natural hair texture. This is not merely something she said out of ignorance, these are official statements she made in articles she got paid for, in a field she claims to be an expert in. The same way she chose to work for BILD (a newspaper known for its racism and sexism) and got paid by them for her remarks about how “Brazilians steal so much”. She directly profits from being racist and attacking other women (especially women of color) for their bodies. And then she claims to be a feminist when it suits her to promote herself.

It’s not the only time she has done stuff like this. For example, she has worked with PETA against fur in clothes, but the fashion label where she is a designer (The Mercer) still uses fur, she still has no problems wearing leather shoes and handbags, but then she claims to be an animal rights activist to promote herself.

Cathy Hummels has repeatedly gotten jobs that would have normally gone to more experienced and more educated women (sky, Stern and BILD usually only hire top-of-the-class graduates that have studied a field related to journalism/media and have done multiple internships), then she usually abandons these things after 6 months - 1 year, opportunities that other women work decades to have one shot at. And afterwards Cathy claims to be a dedicated, independent woman.

I don’t care who she’s married to, but her appropriating social issues for her own financial gain without having the slightest idea about these issues while simultaneously also (financially and otherwise) benefitting from racism and sexism are actively harmfult to other women. Namely those who are in less privileged positions than her.

oooooh look, another list of aus for your writing pleasure: 
[sorry if any of these have already been done!]

+ you’re the cute barista and i’m the indie artist who plays at your coffee shop. i’m totally doing it for the pay and not to stare at your face for three hours every week, what are you talking about.
+ i’m the librarian and you’re the person who, in an attempt to flirt, just asked me if we carry books here.
+ you discreetly come into my bookstore every day just to play with my cat that i let wander. you think i don’t notice, but i totally do. don’t worry; it’s freaking adorable.
+ you are the lead singer of a rock band, and i’m the fan who you just called up on stage to sing a song with you. wow, you are way hotter in person and now i just forgot every lyric of yours ever.
+ you’re the cute trainer at the gym and i just fell off my treadmill because i couldn’t stop staring at you. 
+ we’re the only two people in this theater and i’m taking note of all the parts of the film that make you laugh so i can talk to you after. 
+ you’re selling cookies for your sister’s girl scout troop and you’re so adorable and awkward while doing it that i buy fifteen boxes.
+ you just started telling me your life story on the bus without even giving me your name first, and wait did you just say that you’re involved in the mafia?! 
+ you’re the tech guru on campus and i keep getting viruses on my computer just so i can come talk to you. 
+ we’re rival vloggers who are forced to do a panel together at vidcon, but it’s hard to despise you when you’re that much cuter in person. 
+ you’re an actor on my favorite tv show and i’m your biggest fan. needless to say that when i meet you for the first time, i get so excited that i accidentally punch you in the face. 
+ you’re a pirate and you were unaware about your feelings for me until a siren took my image. 
+ you’re my tutor but i keep getting distracted because you’re so pretty.
+ even though i’m about to be carted off to the er after my car accident, i’m still gonna try to flirt with you, the cute emt. 
+ i’m an escort but not that type of escort. if you play your cards right though, i could be. 
+ i own an esty shop and you’re the cute worker at the post office i keep running into. 

Elv/hen OC All-Call

Hello! My name is Sarah, for those of you who didn’t know. I am currently working on a Roman AU fanfiction for Dragon Age called The Threads that Break Us. In this story, the main setting is the Elvhen city of Arlathan and all of the politics therein. Arlathan is a huge city, and as such, I need to fill it with lots of NPCs!!!

Do you have an elf OC? Would you like to see them in a cameo in the Roman AU? If so, the rules are simple!

Simply send me a submission/ask/reply/reblog this post and tell me about them! Their appearance, name, personality, and what they would be most likely to do in this AU if not a main character!

(Not gonna lie this is also feeding my addiction to OCs. I love other people’s OCs so much.)

They have the potential to be anything you want them to be as long as it makes sense in the setting!

Senator? Hell yeah. Guard? Sure! Slave? Of course. Mechant? Shopkeeper? Sailor? Captain? Elvhen military? Priest/ess? Agent of Fen’Harel? Agent of the Herald? Tevinter slave sent as a spy? Elvhen nobility? The possibilities are endless!!!

If/when I use your character in a chapter/s, you will be tagged and credited (and I will likely put in a little blurb about how much I love your character too.) All I ask is that you be open for questions so I can ask for more information if I need it when the time comes to include them!!!

Spread the word :D And thank you for reading! I hope you have an amazing day!

Roman AU Information

So time for another ficweek, lutteo’s time again, this works as usual, you get two prompts per day you can choose whichever you like more and write it, or you know write both if you are a strong soul. This ficweek will be from  the 24 to the 31 of July and the tag will be #lutteoficweek. I really really hope you guys can participate either reading or writing. Also I wanna thanks pau ( @ac-ars) for the help with the prompts and sarita ( @aquietgirlsmess ) for the beautiful beautiful banner.

Day 1

“It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here”

“You’re an exchange student and my family is hosting you, we might become just a little too close during your stay”

Day 2

“You are just sneaking into my house definitely too late for you to be here and my parents have no idea, what were you thinking?”

“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” .

Day 3

“Hello I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”

“My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”

Day 4

“uhoh i’m dating my boss’ child and had no idea until i took them as my date to a work function” 

“You noticed me standing off to the side instead of dancing, and I told you that I can’t dance but you just gave me the flirtiest smile and said that you’d teach me, and who am I to refuse”

Day 5

When I asked you what you wanted to order, you said “you” and now I’m kinda blushing?? And you look mildly horrified?”

“We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home”

Day 6

“You’re offering to give me a kiss if I buy your shitty fundraiser popcorn? Well, in that case…”

We stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections

Day 7

“My best friend is getting married to your best friend and we have to walk down the aisle together, I remember never really liking you but you look so good in this, wow”

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.”

Bonus day

Fix it fic day (Where you fix one canon scene to you liking)

Operation Appreciation: MAY 2017

                   Challenge: say all your nice thoughts out loud!

In this month-long edition of Operation Appreciation, we’re tasking you with saying all the nice thoughts you have about other fans out loud! Whether you love their blog, their creativity, or their personality, let them know! You’ll likely make someone’s day brighter! Do this in any way you like! Send asks (anonymous is okay!), submit them a gift, or write a complimentary text post and tag them in it! You can tag us too (#hetaliafandomhub)! We’d love to see the positive things being said!

anonymous asked:

How'd your story turn out in the beginning? Did it garner many attention even from Chapter 1? As a fellow author sometimes I feel a little hopeless when my fic doesn't get that much recognition firsthand. I know there's nothing I could do since the fandom is constantly overflowing with new content and mine is just another grain in the pile. I <em>really</em> look up to you, so I hope you reply! :D

No story is ever going to be super popular straight from the get go, popularity usually builds with time. You’ve just got to keep going and write what you love, although I know what you mean about feeling hopeless before and I have discontinued stories before because of a lack of response. 

For me umfb&mha started with a reasonable popularity. If I remember rightly I got about 300ish kudos on the first chapter and maybe 100 more each time I posted until I hit sort of chapter 8ish when it started to rise and that was the most popular something I’d written had ever been by a long way! If you’re writing multichapter keep in mind that popularity is likely to grow with time so don’t get disheartened too early!

Also another few tips which may or may not be useful is, in a big fandom like YOI where new content gets lost a lot of the time because of the amount of stuff people produce every day, be smart about posting. Tag well so when people filter for specific stuff they like they can find yours. Make your summary interesting and not too vague so people know what they are getting into but are also interested to read more. Don’t write things like ‘I suck at summaries’ or ‘this is so random but please read’ in the summaries because it will turn people off immediately. Same goes for having a fic with no paragraph breaks. And pick a good time to post. Figure out when traffic on Ao3 is high and when people are most likely to read and post then. 

Good luck with your writing!