wallacepolsom
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Xuebing Du
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
roma★
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Sade Olutola
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
$LAYYYTER
Cosimo Galluzzi
Janaina Medeiros
occasionally subtle
@theartofmadeline
NASA
#extradirty
shark vs the universe
pixel skylines
oozey mess
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@tiltreality
Part 2 of my Threaded Together series, following Sewn Into You, is out on AO3 now! 🪡🧵
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a big ole’ Happy Birthday to the legend himself.
Grateful for all of you lovely people this holiday season. Much love and well-wishes 🎄🎅🏻🎂🎁♥️💕
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Authors don’t disappear just because they were kidnapped.
Sometimes they disappear because they looked at their almost-finished wip and it... looked back. Stared and growled and judged....
And whispered: "Okay, but are you sure you know how to end me?”
And suddenly the author, who has written over 100k words of yearning, ension, soft and heated kisses, and at least three emotional breakdown monologues, is staring at the final chapters like:
Ah yes. The Abyss.
Yes with a capital letter.
And The Abyss is holding a red pen, ready to cross out every single word carefully planned.
Here’s the thing no one talks about (or they do and I'm not paying attention): the closer a story gets to the end, the louder the imposter syndrome gets.
It starts with simple things...
“Is this pacing weird?” “Was that chapter actually good or did everyone lie?” “What if the symbolism was accidental?” (it problably was!) “what if i AM accidental?”
And then instead of writing the ending, the author decides to reorganize their entire spotify library by emotional damage level.
And then maybe they accidentally hyperfixate on a new fandom. Or a new ship. Or medieval history. Or marine biology. Or suddenly they are an expert in 14th century sword forging and no one knows why. (No I don't knwo anything about all of those things, it was jst an example... excpet for the medieval hsitory... and a little bit about sword forging... but no marine biology... I think)
They still love the wip. They think about it while showering. While driving. While trying to sleep. They open the doc. They reread one paragraph. They message their beta and say sorry for disappearing. They close the doc because what do you MEAN this needs a conclusion???
And they can't even say is because of the fandom.
Because the fandom?
Kind. Patient. Sending sweet messages like “Mo pressure!! Take your time!! We’ll be here!! 💕”
Which somehow makes it worse (please don't stop,m it's the best)... because now the author is both grateful AND ashamed.
Like: yes hello thank you for being emotionally stable and not chasing me with torches. I absolutely did not mean to vanish into the woods with a half-written scene and zero explanation.
The truth is: sometimes disappearing is not dramatic (maybe it would make more sense if it was). It’s just a brain that decided finishing something means being perceived (and yes the fic might be over 1k kudos and so many hits but we ar ento talkng about that right now). And being perceived is scary. Because once it’s done, it’s done. No more tweaking (Lies... I'll need to edit all of it with the help of my amazing beta... I mean.. they... they.... this fictional author we are talking about right now). Once finished, there will be no more hiding behind “it’s still a working in progress.”
So the author wanders off. Touches grass. Hyperfixates. Spirals a little. Drinks water (and other liquids). Rereads comments at 2am. Whispers “they deserve better” to the ceiling. Writes other story trying to get out of this certainty they will not deliver what the readers are expecting.
And then, eventually, they open the document again.
Not with promises (never promsies that I can't keep). Not with dramatic comeback posts (what is this then???). Just with a quiet:
Okay. Maybe one paragraph.
And then maybe another.
Because the fandom is good. And kind. And deserves effort. And also because the story still lives in their chest like a stubborn little heartbeat.
So they’re trying.
No grand declarations (again... what???). No “updates every friday” lies (as if I could.. I eman... they... THEY). Just trying.
And any similarities between this post and the person currently typing it are purely coincidental.
Obviously.
Completely unrelated.
Please ignore the half-finished chapter blinking in another tab.
Out now!
Our next fic is out - go read it now!
📱the sound of your voice 📱
by honey_beeing on AO3
9.5K || Rating M
New fest fic!
Tastes like strawberries 🍓
If you ever wanted to see Harry swimming in a glass here this drawing for you! Congrats to Harry for his Brit 🤍
Forget Me Not (99k)
Prompt #80 for @bottomlouisficfest , written by tiltreality33
ABO, lovers to strangers to lovers, Amnesia, second chance love.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
people who let me wake up to this get a special place in heaven. firefly_fox how does it feel to hold my life in ur hands....
Sometimes I wonder how people survive without obsessively thinking about fictional realities. Could not be me. Thinking only Real Life stuff for a whole day???? I would be dead.
❣️ & ❤️🔥FITFWT Panama City, 2 May 2024.
I think one of my favorite things about writing fanfic is that you can just... keep going. Write as many different endings to the story as you want. As many different AUs. You can write the same scene a hundred times and change what happens every time.
It's the most freeing feeling, that I don't have to choose.
Nothin’ more humbling the rereading the first fanfic you wrote
