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okay so, for an essay for my writing class, i’m writing about how fanfiction is a positive influence for writers! please vote in the poll below and reblog so i can get a large sample size with diverse fandoms and people!
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between ages 16-20 and writing fanfiction has had a positive impact
between ages 16-20 and writing fanfiction has had a negative impact
between ages 21-25 and writing fanfiction has had a positive impact
between ages 21-25 and writing fanfiction has had a negative impact
between ages 26-35 and writing fanfiction has had a positive impact
between ages 26-35 and writing fanfiction has had a negative impact
between ages 35-50 and writing fanfiction has had a positive impact
between ages 35-50 and writing fanfiction has had a negative impact
over 51, writing fanfiction has had a positive impact
over 51, writing fanfiction has had a negative impact
Voting ended onFeb 26, 2023
if you aren’t a writer, please just reblog! do not vote!!! i want this to be as accurate as possible. thank you<3
So, for those of you who don’t know, @authenticcadence18 wrote an amazing Phinabella fic called Can’t Help Falling in Love.
but she had the audacity to say that the angst “couldn’t be helped.”
So here is my rendition of her fic, without the angst:
“Phineas and Isabella, you will be working together on this project. Here is your song.”
Phineas and Isabella opened the paper and looked down at it.
Can’t Help Falling In Love.
The two stared at it in silence until Isabella gave a little chuckle.
“Kinda like me.”
Isabella blushed as she realized what she said out loud, and Phineas’s head whipped to look at her so fast she was almost surprised he didn’t fall over. She was expecting him to brush it off as if he hadn’t heard or, at worst, reject her. She never could have expected the words that came out of his mouth, barely a whisper.
“You too?”
(This was mostly a joke. Please go read her actual fic, it’s great)
If I had a nickel for every time Sketchy wrote a thing that inspired me to write more inspired by it, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird amazing that it’s happened twice, right?
(Basically Sketchy told me what she wanted to happen after the scene she wrote aaaaand I decided to write it!!!!)
...
Isabella blinked. She blinked again.
Phineas was still gazing back at her, eyes wider than she’d ever seen them, cheeks flushed red.
She gave him the faintest of nods...and then gasped as the full meaning of his question (and subsequent body language) sunk in.
“You mean…” Isabella whispered. “...you...couldn’t help falling in love with….with…...”
Her voice trailed off. She was afraid to finish that statement, afraid if she did, she’d wake up in her bed or snap out of a daydream and realize this wasn’t real.
But this was real. And Phineas seemed to understand what she wanted to ask.
“...with you…” he confirmed. He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.
“So....so you’re in love. ...with me.”
(Because YES Phineas had seemingly confessed to her. But Isabella had to be absolutely, positively, assuredly sure about it.)
“...yes,” Phineas replied softly, tentatively taking one of her hands in his atop the table they shared and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yes I am. I’m totally in love with you, Isabella.”
Isabella finally smiled then, the corners of her lips curving upward as warm, radiant joy blossomed in her chest.
“I’m in love with you too, Phineas…” she said with a giggle. “Completely, totally, helplessly in love with you, in fact.”
Phineas’s initial response was to return her giggle, though said giggle quickly transformed into full-fledged peals of laughter as Isabella leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck with a massive grin.
“...this is the best day ever!!” he exclaimed.
“Yes!” Isabella sang brightly. “Yes it is.”
They probably would’ve waited until after school to kiss if they’d remembered they were sitting in 5th hour in front of all their classmates and Ms. Chase
But they didn’t remember. As far as Isabella and Phineas were concerned, they were the only two people in the world right now.
So instead of waiting until after school, instead of finding a nice sunset-lit road to stand on or a familiar tree to sit beneath, Isabella and Phineas shared their first kiss in the middle of 5th hour. In front of all their classmates. And Ms. Chase.
It was a short kiss, far shorter than they would’ve liked (because after a few seconds, they remembered that they WERE, in fact, sitting in 5th hour in front of all their classmates and Ms. Chase when said classmates erupted with cheers and applause on their behalf, causing them to hastily jolt apart and blush profusely).
And the aftermath of said short kiss was more than a little awkward (everyone kept congratulating them with shouts of, “IT’S ABOUT TIME!!!!” and, “FINALLY!!!!!” which only made Phineas and Isabella keenly aware of just how oblivious they’d been and how much they had to talk through).
But...it had been worth it to confess their feelings, indulge in a moment of joy after years of uncertainty and heartache, and finally share their first kiss.
When the bell signaling the end of 5th hour rang, Isabella and Phineas weren’t sure how to feel.
On one hand, it would be nice to escape their peers’ teasing—however well-meaning and celebratory it was.
But on the OTHER hand, they were hesitant to part ways so soon after realizing their feelings, even though they had English and Chemistry to get to (respectively).
“So...I guess I’ll see you after school?” Phineas asked as they stood in the hallway with hands entwined. He gave Isabella a wry smile and added, “We do have a project to get started on, after all.”
“I’ve got soccer practice, actually,” Isabella replied apologetically. “And then I have work after that...buuut I think my mom will let me take the night off. Especially if I tell her I’m working on a school project with you.”
(She knew her mom would be more than thrilled to find out about her and Phineas finally getting together, with or without the context of the project.)
“It’s a date then!” Phineas replied eagerly. “Well, a STUDY date, anyway. Want to meet at my place after soccer practice?”
(He’d hopefully have just enough time to whip up one of his signature Big Ideas for Isabella before she arrived!)
“Sounds like a plan!!” Isabella replied. She gave him a sly grin and added, “Because as lovely as our first kiss was, I’d kinda like to try again. Minus the audience.”
“I promise you at least one lovely, audience-free kiss during our study date,” Phineas assured her.
“At least one?” Isabella teased. “That verbiage seems to imply you’d like to kiss me more than once.”
“That was, in fact, my implication,” Phineas teased back.
He and Isabella giggled for a moment (because they could flirt with each other now! aH!!!) before leaning in to share a hug.
Isabella almost said “...I love you...” to Phineas right then and there, wrapped up in his arms on the side of the hallway.
(They’d admitted they were IN love, but hadn’t actually said “I love you” to one another yet.)
But...Isabella decided those words could wait until their study date as she leaned out of Phineas’s arms and bid him goodbye.
The promise of telling Phineas she loved him, of sharing a lovely, audience-free kiss (or kisses!) with him, of the possibility of a future she hadn’t dared to hope for in years, was more than enough to propel her forward into the crowded hallways of Danville High.
And if she had to endure whispers and weird looks due to the dreamy, lovestruck expression on her face for the next few hours, well….so be it!
One of the funniest things about the ML fandom will forever be seeing people who randomly stumble on our fandom notice that we have over four ships for the same two people and look at us like we've lost our minds.
I mean we most definitely have but still its hilarious.
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