yes i know it will soon change don't worry i am aware

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sorry if this sounds rude but you mentioned your friends are giving up fic writing? And that you came close to.I notice writers get much fewer rebblogs than artists but I didn't know it's that bad. Who are you talking about and do you guys talk about this, like is there a chatroom for writers?

Hi anon! This isn’t rude at all, don’t worry! This is going to be a bit of a long answer, so bear with me :’)

I don’t know if I can mention names here, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so I can’t really give you more details than I already have: I am friends with this person and they probably won’t be writing fanfics anymore.
I can tell you though that I’ve also spent most of the last couple of weeks wondering if there was still a point in posting my writing at all.

The thing is, writers barely get any feedback. Especially ones that aren’t insanely popular. We pour so much of ourselves into our writing, so it’s incredibly discouraging to barely get any comments, kudos, likes or reblogs.

In my personal experience, tumblr is an awful place for writers. I’ve got a decent-sized following on ao3 I think (though I don’t have much to compare to) and even there, with more than 100 people subscribed to me, I only tend to get around… 5 or 6 comments max per fic that are actually reviews (as in, comments with more content than “please update soon” or “this was nice”) - which is already more than I know many of my writer friends get.
On tumblr, I’m lucky if two or three people reblog my work, and that’s exactly the problem: Who’s going to see it if no one reblogs it? Likes are fine and of course I appreciate those, too, but in the bigger picture they’re meaningless.
Once a fic is done, it’s done. It’s out there then, and I can’t keep reblogging my own posts again and again in the hopes that someone will pay attention to them. I get one shot, maybe two if I reblog my fic again for people in other timezones, but that’s pretty much it. I’m not surprised that it’s gotten so frustrating that it makes people want to quit.

…as for your other question - I don’t know if there’s any larger chatroom or space for writers. I know some people have group chats, but it’s mostly a private thing, as far as I know? I’m really not a big name in this fandom so there might be a lot of stuff going on that I don’t know about.

As for me - I just message people a lot, with the tumblr feature, or on skype or snapchat if I know them better. I’m open to any and all conversations (most of mine with other writers started by me yelling at them about how much I love their work ^^), so if you want to talk to me please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message. That’s what they’re for, after all? My ask’s always open, and I don’t mind private messages either.

In any case - there’s quite a few people in my immediate vicinity that I’ve talked to and I consider friends - many of them are writers, some are artists, some do both, some do neither. I talk about this problem (of wanting to write, but barely receiving any feedback, of feeling like we’re wasting our time) to pretty much anyone who will listen, but it’s frustrating because I don’t have the influence to change anything. Of course I’ll try to keep my fellow writers motivated and try to change their minds about giving up, but there’s only so much I can do, and in the end it’s their decision. Most writers I’ve talked to really enjoy writing fanfics, and it takes quite a bit of disappointment to get you to the point where you want to just… stop. So… yes, it’s a big problem.

I’m going to wrap this up now, but… again, I cannot emphasize enough how important comments are to writers. I’ve talked to some people who’ve said they’re not sure if their comments will even make a difference, because they feel they haven’t got anything interesting to say - picture it this way. As a writer, I’m standing on a stage and presenting a thing, and in response, about twenty people give me polite nods (kudos, likes) and four actually start clapping. But there’s like two hundred people (hits) standing in this room, and I kind of feel stupid now.
All comments matter. At this point, they might save you your writers. Because with less and less feedback, there’s less and less incentive to actually post things.

I can’t say much for other fandoms because it’s been a while since I’ve written substantially for anything but Haikyuu, which is still a relatively active fandom? But I get the feeling that’s starting to wear off, too.

Enthusiasm shifts, and I get that. But if you still enjoy an author’s work, please, please, by all means leave them a comment. Otherwise it might be the last work you read from them.

I Put a Spell on You (pt 2)

Scout hands out Christmas presents to the good citizens of Goodneighbor, and they ask Hancock out on a date!

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“There,” Scout said, stepping back to admire how the cap fit on Hancock. “Still rocking the sexy pirate look, but now much more practical.”

“Scout,” Kleo called. “Your canine is sniffing me again.

Scout turned away from Hancock and jogged over to pull Dogmeat away from the small business owner. “Sorry. She likes your voice. I do too. Both sultry and murderous.”

“Thank you,” Kleo said. “I like your business.”

“I got you something too,” Scout told her. “Hold on a second. Daisy, could you babysit Dog for just a second.”

“Sure thing, sweetie,” Daisy said. “C'mere, girl.”

Dogmeat eagerly obeyed, trotting over for a petting session while Scout retrieved their pack from inside Daisy’s store. Scout could certainly hold their own, but it didn’t hurt to deter thieves that no one dared to mess around in Daisy’s shop either, and everyone certainly got the message that you didn’t fuck with a friend of Hancock. For Kleo, Scout pulled out a small ceramic dildo and handed it over to the puzzled robot.

“I have no need of this,” Kleo said.

“It opens up right here.” Scout showed Kleo how the dildo separated at the ballsack, revealing a small knife that was normally hidden inside the shaft. “So if anyone gives you crap, you can shank a dick with a dick.”

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catharinaloss  asked:

your one shots are so adorable i'm in love with them aaa!! i have a request omg could you write an AU with what would have happened if Simon didn't 'stopped' Matteo from going after Luna after the competition? ;w;

First: Thank you, this is really sweet of you!!! Second: Not really sure about how in character this is (especially for Luna) but I like it (mostly because I was using this to ignore the fact that I gotta study math) , and I hope you guys do too. 

He notices when Luna skates away with a sad look on her face, because at this point of his life he can’t not be aware of her presence, she is always at the back of his mind, for better or for worse.

Matteo makes the decision before his brain can tell him it’s a bad idea, because given the events of the last week it most definitely is, and before he notices he is going after her. He isn’t even surprised with himself to be honest. He is so focused on the small brunette he doesn’t even notice Simón also going after her but stopping once he sees him, not that he would have cared, or maybe he would.

He finds her in the locker room sitting down in the bench, looking down at her hands with a sad expression that breaks his heart a little, and once again he is reminded that, despite how much  he doesn’t like it, she is his weak spot.

“What’s up with the long face, delivery girl?” He asks, surprising her. “Aren’t you happy for me?”

“No.” She says quickly and the hurries to clarify what she meant. “…I mean.. Yes, I am happy for you.Congratulations, you guys were great, you deserved to win.”

“You guys weren’t bad.”He tells her sitting next to him. “ You just made a minor mistake.”

“Minor…” She laughs humorlessly.

“It wasn’t that bad.” He tells her . “You just didn’t have enough time to practice with Nico, and yet you guys were still great.”

She looks up at him with a soft smile and his heart skips a beat.

“But you guys were better.” She says without a trace of bitterness in her voice but with sadness still lingering on her green eyes. “Congratulations, really, you are going to ace the regional, you just need to remember to keep the same distance between all of you so the symmetry is perfect.

“Thanks.” He chuckles. “I’ll have that in mind.”

After that they stay in silence for a few seconds.

“Why are you here?” She asks him, she clarifies as soon as she sees his confused face. “ You should be out there, celebrating with the rest of your team.”

“Won’t you come with me?” He asks flirty, and smiles when she looks down blushing.

“Nah, I’m okay right here.” She answers not really looking at him.

“Then I’m okay right here too.”

She blushed again and his smiles grows, he had missed talking, or interacting at all, with her.

“You never told me.” She blurts out,obviously trying to change the subject.

“What?” He asks curious.

“Who that song was for.” Yeah…that won’t change the subject at all. Matteo sighs.

“You really have no idea.” He says matter of factly.

“No I don’t, that’s why I’m asking you.” She says confused.

“You really live in the moon.” He tells her, seriously.

“ I do.” Luna agrees. “But what does that have to do with this?”

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“About who the song was for?”Matteo just nods. “You told me that the song was for someone really special.”

“And what else.”

“That she had changed the way that you see things.”

“And…”

“That I know her really well.” She tells him.

“And what does that tell you?” He asks hoping, but not believing she will get it that way.

“That’s the thing.” She tells turning her body in his direction. “I can’t think of anyone, Ámbar

and I are the only girls I see you around a lot, and that I know, but you told me you don’t wanna date Ámbar again so I honestly have no idea.”

“Luna…” He starts but  he doesn’t know what he really wants to say.

“I mean if you want to date her again, that’s your business.”She says misinterpreting his tone of voice, probably. “ And I fully support you, if that’s what you really want, I mean.”  

“That’s not what I want.” He says carefully.

“Then?” She asks truly confused and, not for the first time, he is left wondering how someone can be so clueless.

“I want you.” He finally says, and the air in his lungs feels a little more dense while he waits for her reaction.

“Oh…”Is all she says, her face unreadable. He can hear more than feel his heartbeat, and yes he is nervous because Luna Valente is an open book and not being able to read her is worrying.

“So?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression shifts into one of realization. “It’s just that…Wow…That makes so much sense in retrospective.”

He laughs, but it sounds weird even to his own ears.

“And?” He asks impatiently.

“I don’t know, really.” He feels something in him breaking a little, he ignores it. “Are you sure?”

“Of what?” He asks confused by her words.

“I don’t know.” Luna answers, clarifying exactly nothing. “ About this…me…us?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  

“ I don’t know.” She says looking down with a mix of confusion and sadness in her eyes.

“Luna.”He softly tilts her chin upward so he can look her in the eye. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“It’s just that we are really different.” She starts to babble. “You are the most popular guy in the school, and the king of the rink and I’m…me, not that there’s anything wrong with being me, I like it, but we are from different worlds…Do you really think this could work?”

“Yes.” He answers as surely as he can.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Yes.”He repeats.

“Okay…then.” She whispers looking at him in a way he can’t quite place.

“Okay then what?” He asks but before he can’t finish talking Luna is using her hands on the bench to get herself to his height and kissing him softly.

I was going through my documents and I discovered this thing that I had mostly forgotten about. Another beginning to an as of yet unfinished fic, but I figured some of you might be interested anyway (Fim you might remember this). Not sure if I should scrap the first part of it or keep it. 

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The most annoying thing about painting outside was the people.

 

Not that Nico had anything against people, really. One of the reasons he liked sitting outside or in cafés with paints or a sketchbook was the interesting people he saw. Some of them he had happily talked to, even approached himself a couple of times.

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Ashes & Dust

AN: Mace. NSFF. Sorry? 6.319 words. (I blame starsandharts entirely, that girl got me into writing Mace in the first place. She’s the best btw.)
(Also, shoutout to my first (?) and best beta in da worrrld: dontlovemelikexo, I love you like xo.)

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‘I don’t know just how it happened, I let down my guard.
Swore I’d never fall in love again, but I fell hard.’

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It started gradually. It’s one of those things. Those things which start in a way that has you thinking they can be controlled, can be dealt with easily, and do not need your full attention. Like a small campfire, cozy and warm, it just keeps glowing gently in the dark. But this thing might have needed full attention from the start. Maybe that would have been more sensible. Because, sometimes, the smallest spark can be enough for an entire forest to burn down, leaving nothing but ashes and dust and emptiness.

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maraudersjensen  asked:

I am about to start college and I hope to get my masters in English, but I don't know what to do with it. Everyone I come in contact with, automatically assumes that I am going to teach. I want to be something different. I don't want to be that stereotype. Besides, I live in a very small town which means my only option is to teach.

Greetings to you and all other soon-to-be freshmen English majors out there!

This is a very exciting time in your life, and while you’re understandably nervous about the things you’ve mentioned and probably various other college-related things, like actually starting college. And while what I’m about to tell you may seem counter-intuitive, given that you’ve spent at least the last year of your life worrying about your future, I want to let you know that it’s okay to let go of worrying about the future for at least a semester and just focus on the present—on adjusting to college life, enjoying college life, and doing well in your classes. (You don’t have to stop thinking about your future; just try to let go of some of that worry.)

I think it’s awesome that you have your sights set on a master’s degree in English. Before I started college, I knew practically no one my age who was gung-ho about going to graduate school, at least not to pursue something that isn’t law or medicine or business. But I want to let you know that not only might your grad school plans and goals change, but your undergrad plans and goals might change as well. Lots of people start and finish their undergraduate careers as English majors, which is wonderful. You might be one of them. But often times, people who start college thinking they want to be a certain major end up adding additional majors and/or minors or changing their major entirely—some multiple times; unless you end up changing your major so many times that you have to spend more than four years in college, all of these things are perfectly wonderful too, because it means you’re exploring different subjects—something I encourage EVERY college student to do—but you’re also figuring out what you really love.

Now, even if you decide that being an English major is totally your thing, you might also decide that you want to do graduate work in something else. This is also completely okay. Some English majors go on to do graduate work in English, but others go on to law school, some get master’s in things like library science and things related to publishing, and some even get MBAs—and these are just a few examples. Some people join the work force immediately after they finish college and save grad school for later, often pursuing grad school in something professionally relevant to whatever career they end up with or sometimes saying, “Hey, I guess the ‘real world’ was cool, but my life will be miserable and incomplete if I don’t get a graduate degree in English.”  (I *personally* do not know what non-teaching jobs out there will consider you more qualified with a master’s in English than with a bachelor’s degree—that doesn’t mean they don’t exist; they just haven’t hit my radar yet, and I would love for them to. I apologize for not being able to answer this key component to your original question.)

By telling you all of this, I am NOT trying to discourage you from majoring English or going to grad school for English. I’m just trying to make you aware that actually have a lot of flexibility in the next four years and beyond.

To summarize and add on to what I’ve already said, explore different disciplines during your time in college. Yes, take English classes, but definitely take classes in other things. By doing so, you might discover that you want to pick up a second major or change your major entirely. And even if you stick with English, you’ll have the added benefit of being more well-rounded than you would be if you stick with only English classes. Exposure to multiple disciplines will be useful to you as you look for work and once you have a job.

Now finally, let me address the teaching component of your question. You do not have to teach! You also don’t have to be limited to what work is available in your town. If staying in your hometown after you graduate is important to you and suitable non-teaching work isn’t available in your hometown, you can probably commute elsewhere to work. Also, you don’t have to stay in your town after you graduate—there may be financial restrictions that won’t let you move right away, but you can leave your town at some point, if you want to. (And it’s something you might want to do. When I was a freshman, I was perfectly content with the idea of moving back in with my parents after I graduated college. Now as I’m about to enter my senior year of college, I think I’d be happiest if I could stay in Maryland, the state where my school is located, instead of permanently returning to Pennsylvania.)

Enjoy your freshman year! Exploration, good things, and growth are to come! Four years does go by quickly, but you do have time to figure things out.

All my best wishes,
EMH