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@bellisima-writes
men are getting more and more unfuckable and i don’t mean that in the right wing omg they’re losing their masculinity way i mean it in the way where every time you talk to them somehow the conversation turns into them talking about how awesome ai is. drier than the sahara over here.
i think one of the worst things the left wing internet ever did was push the idea that oppression is basically a virtue, and being oppressed is a sign of your morality. it has made it like…impossible for some of you to hold the idea that most people are privileged in some ways and oppressed in others. AND a lot of you seem to have it in your mind that terrible people cannot be oppressed, and that oppressed people cannot do terrible things, which is a dangerous rhetoric to hold imo.
Writing a perfect ending for your novel is hard. We've put together 8 mistakes to avoid in order to ensure your best chance at success.
it's so wild when your parent changes when you become an adult. my dad is very cordial and non confrontational - he regularly helps me with adult stuff like changing the oil or providing insurance tips. he's always smiling when i call him on video and providing jokes when i complain about college
when i was a kid, i would have to tiptoe around his anger issues often, sometimes running quietly past his work table until he got his own place completely separate from our family, locked away for days. every so often he would start screaming in the car and trying to hit me or my brother for talking too loud while my mom attempted to calm him down as he swerved on the road. and now he, smiling, helps me with car insurance.
like oh, this is just who you are when you have power over someone, and this is who you are when you dont have power over someone. no wonder you can have a normal life, friends, work while scaring the shit out of your kids and wife. i see it now. i see why no one would have believed me. that, i think, is one of the core fears of trauma - seeing the outside of it from the perspective of other adults that brushed you aside, and understanding. of course, that understanding gives the opposite of solace; it just gives you more grief with nowhere for it to go
The biggest problem I have with "support black indie creators" is that people only really ever bring up black indie creators when a non-black (dare a say often white) indie creator gets exposed or called out for racism, and I hate to break it to you guys, but that is actually not a good thing.
Anti-blackness in the indie scene is a serious issue and we should always call it out even if it seems like a "nothing-burger," but at the same time you should always uplift and support black indie creators regardless. Solely bringing them up when some popular indie creator gets called out for racism will only lead them to being forgotten when the controversy dims down and everyone moves on to something else.
Please support black creators all year round and not just occasionally.
We write for ourselves, but we post for others.
(this came out of a conversation in the comments on a previous post about an author threatening to stop updating a fic because of lack of engagement)
So there’s this idea that fic writers should write for themselves and not care too much about stats or engagement,
and i totally get the sentiment behind that. if writing becomes entirely about stats and external validation, something important does get lost - creative freedom and joy, conviction in your own writing
but i also think:
“i write for myself, but i post for others.”
because posting fic is not only self-expression. it’s social. ao3 is called an archive, but emotionally it often functions as a community space.
people post for connection, for participation, for others to bear witness to their pain and trauma and grief,
and i don’t think most people are asking to be admired so much as acknowledged. there’s something deeply human about wanting another person to encounter something that mattered to you and go:
“ok, yeah, I see what you were trying to say. I see you.”
especially because fanfic is often people processing very real feelings through fictional characters at a safe distance, one step removed,
and then uploading that deeply personal thing into a shared archive and hoping somebody else might connect with it.
And i think that’s why it hurts so much when you summon up the courage and post a fic into the void and you get nothing back,
and then it’s like,
does anyone see me? does anyone even care?
I've gone. Not one for goodbyes, I thought it best to slip out quietly. Love to you all, Giles.
Rest in peace, Anthony Stewart Head (1954 – 2026)
happy pride month!
jeez. sorry you didn't like it.
All it means when people say “you’re speaking from a place of privilege” is that you’re likely to underestimate how bad the problem is by default because you are never personally exposed to that problem. It’s not a moral judgement of how difficult your life is.
^^^^^^ read it. say it out loud. keep repeating it until you understand.
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 1.08 "I Robot, You Jane"
Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This Good Omens story is different because it's not about Crowley and Aziraphale. It's told from Dog's point of view, so it's Dog and The Them.
So, I just read this over lunch. And if you know me, you know I love these characters, but this landed differently now, after the finale and the way it affected everything that came before it.
It was refreshing to revisit the events of season 1 through Dog’s eyes, and watch his journey toward fighting to save a world he learned to love not because his master commanded it, but because his boy wanted him to be a curious creature.
GO Fan Fiction Writers Throwback Thursday
Thank you for the header, @curiouspupsicle. 💜 So here is my (long) entry.
The first GO fanfic I ever wrote: Before We Became What We Are (T). A story about the war in Heaven and showing Crowley's Fall.
It's not the first story I ever wrote. I wrote and even published a bit in my mid-20s (I think – it's been a long time, alright? 😅) for Yami no Matsuei – most of that remains unpublished somewhere on our file server, though. And I wrote a bit of fanfiction in my late teens (Star Trek, unpublished) and early 20s (Babylon 5, partially published in a mailing list, Usenet or eGroups... I'm not sure anymore). I have basically been writing stories ever since I learned how to write (which, curiously, was a few years after I learned how to read).
But this story *points up and down at link* is the first thing I wrote after years of not writing anything at all.
In 2019 I had tried to write something entirely different – a fantasy story that had been percolating in my head for years. My children were young, we were just realizing that we all had ADHD and my children were quite a challenge, and suddenly I was constantly exhausted and could hardly move my hands at all – let alone other my joints. When the pandemic in 2020 was in full swing, I got my rheumatoid arthritis diagnosis (one of multiple diagnoses I have now because life is fun), but it would take years until I was relatively pain-free and healthy.
Until 2023, to be exact.
I had seen the first season of Good Omens in 2019 and loved it, but I hadn't been in the right place for it to become my special interest. In 2023 I was feeling good enough, and I hadn't even been halfway through the second season when I realized I would absolutely obsess over it.
I started by lurking around on social media, looking at art and reading fanfic. There were so many amazing fan creations! It brought back the old itch to write again.
But by that time I had made a ton of negative experiences – both in the real world and online – and had kind of shut myself off. I interacted very little and was questioning and rewriting even the smallest comment dozens of times. So my first fic was written and posted in a bit of a void.
I didn't know yet that I was also autistic, and I'm afraid it shows in my writing because I was camouflaging even there. I wasn't using my own voice, but trying to write in a way that incorporated as much of the "good writing" guidelines as I could – and still failing. 😅 It sounds stilted and stiff to me now. That English isn't my native language certainly didn't help either, although I had already been a fluent speaker for decades at that time.
But there is a huge difference between fluently using a language and writing in it, I find. And the practice I've had since then is noticeable. Also, I've become much more comfortable being myself again and using my own voice. All thanks to the Good Omens fandom – which feels a lot safer and warmer than most other (online) spaces – and my lovely friends on the internet.
If I wrote that story today, it would sound nothing like that. The idea would be the same – I still love it – but I wouldn't even try to write "right" or "correct" anymore. I would match Aziraphale's and Crowley's voices better and write better descriptions. I have half a mind to rewrite it at some point because I still love the idea. But it still means a lot to me because it gave writing back to me.
I hadn't noticed how much I had missed writing until I started writing for GO, and it quickly took most of my free time. Being able to write again means more than I can say. Through it I made so many wonderful friends all over the world (you know who you are 🥰😘), I learned so much and it gives me so much that other things never managed. It really is the most fun one can have by themselves (to me anyway) – even when I'm stressed out with multiple WIPs and looming deadlines and even when it frustrates me because the words don't want to flow the way I want them to. Even then.
Tl;dr: Is it my best fic? HELL NO! 🤣 If you're familiar with my recent stories, you likely wouldn't even recognize it as one of mine. Which does not mean that I'm "a master at writing" now or any such nonsense. If you know me, you know I wouldn't even call myself "a good writer". I'd call myself "a writer". Period. And even that took me a while. But although that fic is far from perfect, it will always have a special place in my heart because it gave me back one of my favorite things to do.
Before We Became What We Are (6989 words) by Sakascal Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: good omentober, Pre-Fall Crowley (Good Omens), Some fighting, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), contains some body horror Series: Part 1 of Good Omentober 2023 Summary: Good Omentober prompt 1 - "Pre-Fall". Aziraphale is thinking about his place in Heaven and this fascinating red haired angel he hasn't seen in a while when suddenly hitherto unseen things start to happen…
So glad @sakascal found a way back to writing and shared the results with us. Love learning more about this path. And how much do I admire writers working in their second (or third or fourth or fifth language)?
Throwback Thursday
GO Fan Fiction Writers
Thank you to @curiouspupsicle for inviting the writers of the fandom to discuss their works 🩷! Like many other participants, I'll kick things off by chatting about my first story for Good Omens, we shall have the world forever for our own.
I hadn't written fan fiction, or undertaken any creative writing, since I was a teenager. (The writing stylings of my fifteen-year-old self for Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Passions still live somewhere in the bowels of FF.net.) I had read the Good Omens novel as a university student and watched S1 of the show as a casual fan. But S2 cracked open something in my brain that made me want to explore the characters and their universe.
My earliest wshtwffoo imaginings started out with me spitballing scenarios of Aziraphale and Crowley enjoying their retirement by being merry old queens who annoy their neighbours. I am deeply inspired by the comedy of Mike Schur (Parks and Rec, The Office, The Good Place), where there are hijinks grounded by earnest feelings. That's the vibe I aimed to capture. I didn't plan a heck of a lot of plot points in advance beyond "at some point, this pumpkin's gotta explode because I put it in the prologue." It really was an exercise in indulging in my silliest ideas. ("What if their banging made these plastic flamingos come to life?" "What if this cow streamed 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada?" "What if Crowley dressed up like a Pop-Tart?")
Fun Fact the First: The original working title was "well, the estate agent certainly neglected to mention that (in the brochure)." I ended up going with the more sentimental option inspired by Sondheim lyrics at the last minute right before hitting publish on chapter one. I highly recommend Raul Esparza's version of "Take Me to the World" if you want a good post-finale weep.
Fun Fact the Second: If I were posting this story now, I would probably give it an E rating. At the time, I didn't think it was as explicit as other stories I had read and didn't want to overpromise/underdeliver, but in retrospect... it's probably a hard M/soft E. And then I wouldn't have had to fret so much about how many times I could say the word "cock."
Fun Fact the Third: Every chapter title references a famous piece of artwork. I hoisted myself by my own petard with that format and ended up resenting my own decision-making after about the second chapter 🤣.
we shall have the world forever for our own (64K words, Rated M)
Your new beginning starts here! Lying wholly within the South Downs National Park, the village of Wood’s Bottom is your destination for an idyllic retirement. This quaint hamlet is a short five miles away from the seaside resort of Brighton, with its vibrant array of shopping, culture, and leisure attractions. Boasting stunning landscape views, entirely average weather conditions, welcoming neighbours, and intimate rural charm, Wood’s Bottom is your opportunity to live the exceptionally normal and relaxing lifestyle you’ve always dreamed of. --- Aziraphale and Crowley have finally found their forever home after successfully ensuring there is still a “forever” to share. Surely they will integrate perfectly well amongst their new neighbours. Surely.
Another great origin story and my TBR gets ever longer.
"That’s what makes Zohran Mamdani’s election in New York so unsettling to the old order. New York City is not just another municipality; it’s a sovereign-scale entity. Its population surpasses 38 states. Its metropolitan GDP trails only Texas and California.
It is, by any metric, a small country masquerading as a city.
It governs more lives and more wealth than most nations. If democratic socialism — housing reform, public banking, equitable taxation — functions here, it obliterates the myth that such governance can’t work at scale. The fear isn’t ideological. It’s empirical. Because if Mamdani can keep the lights on, reduce homelessness, and maintain economic growth without catering to Wall Street, then the capitalist gospel collapses under its own dead weight.
What terrifies the establishment isn’t failure. It’s feasibility.
If it works in New York, there’s no reason it can’t work in Nebraska. If it works in Queens, it can work in Kansas City. And once proof exists, belief becomes irrelevant. The ship of democracy, fully refitted, will keep sailing — and no one can claim it isn’t American."
- Jackie Summers
