Why are SOME female readers SOOOOO pressed by the idea of male readers/writers? 💀 Isn't the majority of "x reader" stories YOU read targeted towards the female audience? Why are YOU complaining about a gay dude not wanting to write for YOU? What point are YOU trying to make to shame the person for writing gay love? HOW IS IT AFFECTING YOUR DAILY ROUTINE???
Besides, telling them a character is not gay and being bitchy over it won't stop them from making fics. There is no such thing as being "underrepresented" and "oppressed" by ONE fic 🤦
Stop complaining about homosexuality. Start minding your own business. ✌️
when I was a teen I was wayy more active in online transmed spaces, and something I encountered a lot was people telling me that I needed to spend more time in irl LGBT spaces because then I'd "realize how stupid transmedicalism is". and that never made sense to me. because I was already very active in irl LGBT spaces. in fact, I wasn't a transmed before I started spending time in those spaces.
i was actually heavy into tucute ideology when I first came out as trans. like, not only did I support MOGAI/xenogender bullshit, I also had about a dozen micro-labels I identified with AND I had blogs/social media dedicated to that stuff. it wasn't until I started interacting in irl LGBT spaces that I realized how stupid all that stuff was and ended up turning to transmedicalism.
Most "transtrenders" are people with no introspection
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As a former inclusionist, I got more pushed to the "medical side" of transness by inclusive people than by the transmed community itself.
When I started doing my research about transmedicalism, I found myself reading coherent, sourced, well redacted explanations that made sense not only at a personal or scientific, but also to a sociological level.
While interacting with anti exclus. people, on the other hand...
All I used to read trying to inform myself and "be more open-minded" was constant reassurance that words don't have a concrete meaning whatsoever, so there's no way that someone is not what they say they are.
No floor, no ceiling, no nothing other than blissful positivity, and the premise that it makes sense for the only requisite to fit a label to be "feeling that your experience fits it, with whatever meaning that has for you, and whoever disagrees is just trying to oppress you."
If you need to twist the meaning of words to feel comfortable with them, making no real changes other than the way you label yourself, you should make some introspection on why you want to run for certain boxes in the first place.
The premise that "not feeling identified with what society told you a woman is, means you're not one" is only a way to perpetuate harmful stereotypes.
That level of abstraction belongs to people who don't want to explore what social factors lead them to feel the way they feel. Why are most people into that women that already were alternative and "outcasts" in their lives in other ways,
and, most importantly, people who are too full of themselves to get some education about how trans people fought for their medical condition to be recognized for years, and ended up with an entirely different thing built above them.
Btw being plural, psychotic, having a personality disorder, autism, or any other disability or condition shouldn't mean someone else gets to dictate that you can't transition until your "disorder is sorted out" or "in case it's just the disorder". You choose your own path, you deserve that much. Your disabilities should not put your transition on hold because ableist transphobes just want an excuse.
desperately want to do stupid stereotypical teenage guy shit with someone
let's go explore an abandoned building together, let's smoke under the bleachers, let's go walk along some railroad tracks at night and just talk about nothing in particular, let's stay up way too late eating pizza and playing halo split screen co-op PLEASE????
Your sub yan best friend finally confesses everything. Drugging, noncon somnophilia, general yan behavior, and dubcon touching. There's a lack of willing darlings, so here it is~
Loser yandere who shrugged when you questioned the wet, red spot on your neck. Pretended to be clueless about the dirty stain on your pants. Or how you had a terrible headache and woke up way too late.
He didn't feel much better himself. His legs were all jello and weak, drool dried on his face, dark circles under his eyes—as if he had been up all night... playing. You suspected it was because of his gaming addiction that had him sleeping at 5 in the morning and up at 2 in the afternoon.
Little did you know, he added something extra to your drink yesterday.
His bulge pressed against your ass, grinding just a little so he didn't come too fast. Lifting one of your legs and placing his leaky tip in between your plush thighs. It felt so good; his cock squeezed so nicely under your heavy body. His hands clenching around your breasts. Whimpering pathetically in your ear as he finished from just that.
He didn't stop just there. Fully taking advantage of the fact that you were out cold. Coating your pants white over and over as he rutted against you like a dog in heat, moving his hips relentlessly as hours went by. He wiped as much come as he could—getting rid of the evidence—before going to sleep.
Being the good friend he was, he gave you some water and aspirin. Of course not missing the chance to tease you about your matching bedhead—enjoying the playful hits on his arm. He'd suggest you take a hot shower. The image of you wrapped in nothing but a towel, water dripping from your flesh... So hot.
He'd beg for it. F-for you to please go to the shower and relax, get rid of that nasty pain. There were spare towels, loofahs, and somehow the exact same brand of shampoo and body wash you used. He could join you if you needed a helping hand. He'd promise to keep his eyes shut while he scrubbed your back.
The annoyed huff was so typical of you. Your reactions the same to all the jokes he made. You'd roll your eyes and curse at him—then you'd cave in and forgive him when he went on his knees and begged like a cute little puppy.
It was humiliating, but it worked fast, and it was the only thing he was really good at. He did try other methods; like threatening anyone who showed interest in you—though they laughed right at his face before he blackmailed them—or just being in your face constantly and giving you tons of compliments. A sweet pure boy he was.
"You need clothes? Wear some of mine. Oh, you'll look so cute in my oversized shirt!!! This is just like those couple videos I've saved in my Pinterest. You can change right here—in front of me—best friends see each other naked sometimes!"
"Come, touch my arm, feel my muscles. I've been working out soo hard to impress you~ D-don't mind me getting a bit sweaty, hehe. Huh? What do you mean you don't feel anything?"
"These cookies are for you. I made them myself without burning down the kitchen~ I hope you're proud. It's... salty? Nonono... I didn't mess up. It's just a s-special ingredient. What? No, I'm not hard! You're crazy!"
You were sat on the couch, changed into a pair of his shorts, and his oversized shirt. Hair slightly wet while you enjoyed some takeout with him. He got a bit cheeky and licked your fingers free from the food, sucking deliberately on your middle finger, giggling while you slapped his face away.
Haa... He was really something else. Obvious how he was sneaking glances at you while you ate. Shyly looking away when you made eye contact. Just in case, you wiped your face clean but his glances still continued.
He cleared his throat after you were both done. "Sooo, have you thought about it?" Your best friend casually put an arm around you, though it ended up looking awkward because his hand was all shaky with nerves.
You felt him squeeze your shoulder and give you a lazy toothy grin. A finger pushing his glasses up. Trying to appear seductive with the way he gazed at your lips then back in your eyes, albeit nervously. He was sweating so bad, biting his lip a bit too hard while he waited for your answer.
"About...?" He scooted closer, and you let him. His warm breath hitting your cheek as he leaned even closer. Boring his widen, crazed eyes into yours. "Y'know... dating me?"
Much to his dismay, you pushed him away. He forcefully grabbed your hands in his. Whining sadly, impatiently blabbering.
"Come onnnn, I've been trying so hard. Ever since day one! Why not give me a chance? You like our little dates, right? I've been treating you like a gentleman. I thought girls liked that. Let's take this to the next step already!"
You sighed, wishing he'd stop lying in your ear so loudly. Gentleman... more like a whiny mutt. Nevertheless, you sighed and answered calmly. "It's just... Do you want to date because you actually like me, or am I the only one who tolerates your boundary issues?"
"...huh?" He tilted his head. A bit taken back by your question. His clammy hands holding yours tighter.
"You've been saying how... You've never even held a girl's hands or whatever." You looked down at your joined hands. "Am I here because you want to lose your virginity so badly?"
He was silent. Then suddenly, he burst out laughing. A bit out of character for him. Normally, he'd deny it and go on his knees to aplogize. But he was nearing his breaking point, unable to be patient, to wait any longer for you to finally realize his feelings.
"Wha—Why are you laughing?!? That's what you said before! Remember? You really wanted a girlfriend to do all those activities saved in your pinterest board with. Or those playlists you made for when you start dating..."
He let go of your hands to wipe the tears forming in his eyes. Setting his taped glasses aside on the table. His cackling dying down, he took a deep breath in. Still a giggle in his voice. "Wow... You have no idea, do you?"
You blinked. Not sure what to think anymore. His arms unexpectedly circled around your neck, his body flushed against yours in a hug. A bit of drool gathered at the side of his mouth. Voice a cooling whisper.
"I... have a body pillow of you. I keep it hidden under the bed. But I cuddle with it every night when I'm not with you. Sometimes I come all over it. It's really adorable; I drew you myself. Down to the very last detail of your imperfections~"
"W-what the fuck? I knew you were weird but..." You squirmed, but his grip only tightened. His tongue wetting his lips and his pants grew heavier as he went on. The air blowing in your ear made you shiver. Minimal movements in his tight grip—your hands stuck to your sides.
"I installed cameras all over your house. I was always watching you on my monitors. During your most private moments, I was there. Mimicking your movements. Stroking myself with the same rhythm until we came at the same time. We were fucking through a screen. You just didn't know it!"
It took a while for you to digest what he said. Your face flushed at his confession, body growing hot and turning limb. Blinking. Looking from one dusty corner to another. Focusing on the living room's surroundings.
His heart was hammering in his chest, and you could feel it. It vibrated your body. Embracing you so hard, he squeezed all the air out of your lungs.
"You carved open my heart. I wanna date you because I'm utterly and madly obsessed with you. Do you get it now~? I spend every second of the day thinking about you. Dreaming about you. YEARNING for you."
Your creepy stalker kept going, dumping all this information on you as if it was something a normal lover would do. His devotion and lust for you obvious.
"Stop yelling in my—mmh!" He stole a kiss from your lips before you could protest. It was deep. It was desperate. You remained motionless, allowing it to happen. Watching him chuckle under his breath. His eyes hazy as they met yours.
"You're my girlfriend now, okay? I've always wanted you. To become one with you when I lose my virginity. I fantasized it over a thousand times! Please... I wanna have my first with you. And forever you."
There wasn't any chance to speak as he delved right in. Tongue licking your teeth while he captured your lips in a clumsy, sucky kiss. Your mouth opened to protest but he merely pushed deeper, caressing the roof of your mouth lovingly.
He tore your shirt, rather the shirt you borrowed from him, open. Mumbling, "I'll give you another one later..." Hands running up and down your torso. Poking and pulling and squeezing experimentally. Kneading your breasts and rubbing the hardened nipples in circles.
"Fuck! Fuck..." You groaned his name. Finally freed from his grip, so you could move your hands. Yet you were unsure of what to do exactly. The way his thumb moved on your flesh made you dizzy. Sparks of pleasure bubbling up in your stomach.
"You're moaning so nicely, heh. Yeah, I'm gonna become very well acquainted with your body. I'll know every one of your weak spots in no time! I'm not good at learning, but if it's you... I'm sure I'll be a good student~"
Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he pressed sloppy kisses on your neck. Your hands ultimately tried to defend by weakly pushing his shoulders, your legs around him kicking the air. It was hopeless. He'd gotten much stronger. "Shit... I-is that it? Nngh... Or got something else you're hiding?"
"...I drugged you last night." He confessed, a bit reluctantly, scared of your reaction. "I-I didn't do anything crazy. Just fucked your... nice thighs... Um, maybe played a bit with your boobies, but that's it! Hehe... I gotta say, curiosity always gets the best of me."
You clicked your tongue. He was still squishing your chest in his hands. A bit too harsh. All the while his crotch twitched impatiently on your thigh. "You're doing it wrong..."
"Mmh? Am I? I don't think so. I watched 'educational videos' for this. And you're just gonna ignore what I said? Um, hello? Heh. Sick pervert here? Being inappropriate? Saying weird, freaky stuff?"
He tried hinting that he wanted you to yell at him. Maybe a good slap would've done the trick. He felt so hard; he just needed you to be a bit meaner and he'd be over the edge. An argument always turned him on. The lack of it starting to bother him.
"Not everything in the videos represents real life... I thought everyone knew that..."
"Guess I'm an idiot, right? C-could you possibly... pretty please call me that?"
"Idiot." With a roll of eyes, you indulged him, making him perk up. His hardness nuzzling your core. Your body felt so hot. "F-fuck. I expected this to happen. That first day, you didn't actually fall. I knew it was all an act. Plus, most times, you just do whatever you want. No one can stop you..."
He smiled cheekily. "So, you believe me when I say I've fallen hard for you?"
"...shut the fuck up."
The room was silent for a little while. Your hands gently guiding his wrists to loosen their grip. His breath hitching when he realized he was actually holding boobs. "Y-yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. Please let me keep touching... t-these. Please, I need more..."
"Fine, since you're being a good boy..." You remain a mask of nonchalance. Ignoring the arousing feelings and the wetness between your legs. "I actually liked what you did with your thumbs earlier..."
His eyebrows shot up. "Actually?! But... Uhh... You—you're confusing me!" Whining, he pouted up at you with his shocked puppy eyes. No dirty glasses to hinder the effect they had on you. "Why are you so okay with this...? That's not normal. You should raise your voice? Or scold me? That's also an option too. I—"
You grabbed his face and yanked him closer, earning a small yelp. Your lips meeting his in a slow, romantic kiss. Eyes closed shut, lips parted to whimper, arms around each other, and you began to sit on his lap. Legs around his waist, pressing your private to his. You were sure you felt him come. Holding the back of his head to continue the kiss when you felt something drip on your face.
His nose was bleeding, yet he didn't seem aware. Lost in his own world of euphoria to register. There seem to be more blood gushing by the minute. You hastily pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping the pressure would get it to stop. "Shit... does this happen regularly?"
He blinked owlishly. Taking the opportunity to flirt some more. His voice sounding funny. "Only when you willingly kiss me... or sit on my lap... or make me—"
You smirk. "—I got your point, lover boy. Now sit still and be quiet. I gotta hold you like this for a while longer..."
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@pregunta123 and an anon (trying saying that out loud) asked for more of this guy and begged really nicely (jk), here it is ;)
Your sub yan best friend finally confesses everything. Drugging, noncon somnophilia, general yan behavior, and dubcon touching. There's a lack of willing darlings, so here it is~
Loser yandere who shrugged when you questioned the wet, red spot on your neck. Pretended to be clueless about the dirty stain on your pants. Or how you had a terrible headache and woke up way too late.
He didn't feel much better himself. His legs were all jello and weak, drool dried on his face, dark circles under his eyes—as if he had been up all night... playing. You suspected it was because of his gaming addiction that had him sleeping at 5 in the morning and up at 2 in the afternoon.
Little did you know, he added something extra to your drink yesterday.
His bulge pressed against your ass, grinding just a little so he didn't come too fast. Lifting one of your legs and placing his leaky tip in between your plush thighs. It felt so good; his cock squeezed so nicely under your heavy body. His hands clenching around your breasts. Whimpering pathetically in your ear as he finished from just that.
He didn't stop just there. Fully taking advantage of the fact that you were out cold. Coating your pants white over and over as he rutted against you like a dog in heat, moving his hips relentlessly as hours went by. He wiped as much come as he could—getting rid of the evidence—before going to sleep.
Being the good friend he was, he gave you some water and aspirin. Of course not missing the chance to tease you about your matching bedhead—enjoying the playful hits on his arm. He'd suggest you take a hot shower. The image of you wrapped in nothing but a towel, water dripping from your flesh... So hot.
He'd beg for it. F-for you to please go to the shower and relax, get rid of that nasty pain. There were spare towels, loofahs, and somehow the exact same brand of shampoo and body wash you used. He could join you if you needed a helping hand. He'd promise to keep his eyes shut while he scrubbed your back.
The annoyed huff was so typical of you. Your reactions the same to all the jokes he made. You'd roll your eyes and curse at him—then you'd cave in and forgive him when he went on his knees and begged like a cute little puppy.
It was humiliating, but it worked fast, and it was the only thing he was really good at. He did try other methods; like threatening anyone who showed interest in you—though they laughed right at his face before he blackmailed them—or just being in your face constantly and giving you tons of compliments. A sweet pure boy he was.
"You need clothes? Wear some of mine. Oh, you'll look so cute in my oversized shirt!!! This is just like those couple videos I've saved in my Pinterest. You can change right here—in front of me—best friends see each other naked sometimes!"
"Come, touch my arm, feel my muscles. I've been working out soo hard to impress you~ D-don't mind me getting a bit sweaty, hehe. Huh? What do you mean you don't feel anything?"
"These cookies are for you. I made them myself without burning down the kitchen~ I hope you're proud. It's... salty? Nonono... I didn't mess up. It's just a s-special ingredient. What? No, I'm not hard! You're crazy!"
You were sat on the couch, changed into a pair of his shorts, and his oversized shirt. Hair slightly wet while you enjoyed some takeout with him. He got a bit cheeky and licked your fingers free from the food, sucking deliberately on your middle finger, giggling while you slapped his face away.
Haa... He was really something else. Obvious how he was sneaking glances at you while you ate. Shyly looking away when you made eye contact. Just in case, you wiped your face clean but his glances still continued.
He cleared his throat after you were both done. "Sooo, have you thought about it?" Your best friend casually put an arm around you, though it ended up looking awkward because his hand was all shaky with nerves.
You felt him squeeze your shoulder and give you a lazy toothy grin. A finger pushing his glasses up. Trying to appear seductive with the way he gazed at your lips then back in your eyes, albeit nervously. He was sweating so bad, biting his lip a bit too hard while he waited for your answer.
"About...?" He scooted closer, and you let him. His warm breath hitting your cheek as he leaned even closer. Boring his widen, crazed eyes into yours. "Y'know... dating me?"
Much to his dismay, you pushed him away. He forcefully grabbed your hands in his. Whining sadly, impatiently blabbering.
"Come onnnn, I've been trying so hard. Ever since day one! Why not give me a chance? You like our little dates, right? I've been treating you like a gentleman. I thought girls liked that. Let's take this to the next step already!"
You sighed, wishing he'd stop lying in your ear so loudly. Gentleman... more like a whiny mutt. Nevertheless, you sighed and answered calmly. "It's just... Do you want to date because you actually like me, or am I the only one who tolerates your boundary issues?"
"...huh?" He tilted his head. A bit taken back by your question. His clammy hands holding yours tighter.
"You've been saying how... You've never even held a girl's hands or whatever." You looked down at your joined hands. "Am I here because you want to lose your virginity so badly?"
He was silent. Then suddenly, he burst out laughing. A bit out of character for him. Normally, he'd deny it and go on his knees to aplogize. But he was nearing his breaking point, unable to be patient, to wait any longer for you to finally realize his feelings.
"Wha—Why are you laughing?!? That's what you said before! Remember? You really wanted a girlfriend to do all those activities saved in your pinterest board with. Or those playlists you made for when you start dating..."
He let go of your hands to wipe the tears forming in his eyes. Setting his taped glasses aside on the table. His cackling dying down, he took a deep breath in. Still a giggle in his voice. "Wow... You have no idea, do you?"
You blinked. Not sure what to think anymore. His arms unexpectedly circled around your neck, his body flushed against yours in a hug. A bit of drool gathered at the side of his mouth. Voice a cooling whisper.
"I... have a body pillow of you. I keep it hidden under the bed. But I cuddle with it every night when I'm not with you. Sometimes I come all over it. It's really adorable; I drew you myself. Down to the very last detail of your imperfections~"
"W-what the fuck? I knew you were weird but..." You squirmed, but his grip only tightened. His tongue wetting his lips and his pants grew heavier as he went on. The air blowing in your ear made you shiver. Minimal movements in his tight grip—your hands stuck to your sides.
"I installed cameras all over your house. I was always watching you on my monitors. During your most private moments, I was there. Mimicking your movements. Stroking myself with the same rhythm until we came at the same time. We were fucking through a screen. You just didn't know it!"
It took a while for you to digest what he said. Your face flushed at his confession, body growing hot and turning limb. Blinking. Looking from one dusty corner to another. Focusing on the living room's surroundings.
His heart was hammering in his chest, and you could feel it. It vibrated your body. Embracing you so hard, he squeezed all the air out of your lungs.
"You carved open my heart. I wanna date you because I'm utterly and madly obsessed with you. Do you get it now~? I spend every second of the day thinking about you. Dreaming about you. YEARNING for you."
Your creepy stalker kept going, dumping all this information on you as if it was something a normal lover would do. His devotion and lust for you obvious.
"Stop yelling in my—mmh!" He stole a kiss from your lips before you could protest. It was deep. It was desperate. You remained motionless, allowing it to happen. Watching him chuckle under his breath. His eyes hazy as they met yours.
"You're my girlfriend now, okay? I've always wanted you. To become one with you when I lose my virginity. I fantasized it over a thousand times! Please... I wanna have my first with you. And forever you."
There wasn't any chance to speak as he delved right in. Tongue licking your teeth while he captured your lips in a clumsy, sucky kiss. Your mouth opened to protest but he merely pushed deeper, caressing the roof of your mouth lovingly.
He tore your shirt, rather the shirt you borrowed from him, open. Mumbling, "I'll give you another one later..." Hands running up and down your torso. Poking and pulling and squeezing experimentally. Kneading your breasts and rubbing the hardened nipples in circles.
"Fuck! Fuck..." You groaned his name. Finally freed from his grip, so you could move your hands. Yet you were unsure of what to do exactly. The way his thumb moved on your flesh made you dizzy. Sparks of pleasure bubbling up in your stomach.
"You're moaning so nicely, heh. Yeah, I'm gonna become very well acquainted with your body. I'll know every one of your weak spots in no time! I'm not good at learning, but if it's you... I'm sure I'll be a good student~"
Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he pressed sloppy kisses on your neck. Your hands ultimately tried to defend by weakly pushing his shoulders, your legs around him kicking the air. It was hopeless. He'd gotten much stronger. "Shit... I-is that it? Nngh... Or got something else you're hiding?"
"...I drugged you last night." He confessed, a bit reluctantly, scared of your reaction. "I-I didn't do anything crazy. Just fucked your... nice thighs... Um, maybe played a bit with your boobies, but that's it! Hehe... I gotta say, curiosity always gets the best of me."
You clicked your tongue. He was still squishing your chest in his hands. A bit too harsh. All the while his crotch twitched impatiently on your thigh. "You're doing it wrong..."
"Mmh? Am I? I don't think so. I watched 'educational videos' for this. And you're just gonna ignore what I said? Um, hello? Heh. Sick pervert here? Being inappropriate? Saying weird, freaky stuff?"
He tried hinting that he wanted you to yell at him. Maybe a good slap would've done the trick. He felt so hard; he just needed you to be a bit meaner and he'd be over the edge. An argument always turned him on. The lack of it starting to bother him.
"Not everything in the videos represents real life... I thought everyone knew that..."
"Guess I'm an idiot, right? C-could you possibly... pretty please call me that?"
"Idiot." With a roll of eyes, you indulged him, making him perk up. His hardness nuzzling your core. Your body felt so hot. "F-fuck. I expected this to happen. That first day, you didn't actually fall. I knew it was all an act. Plus, most times, you just do whatever you want. No one can stop you..."
He smiled cheekily. "So, you believe me when I say I've fallen hard for you?"
"...shut the fuck up."
The room was silent for a little while. Your hands gently guiding his wrists to loosen their grip. His breath hitching when he realized he was actually holding boobs. "Y-yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. Please let me keep touching... t-these. Please, I need more..."
"Fine, since you're being a good boy..." You remain a mask of nonchalance. Ignoring the arousing feelings and the wetness between your legs. "I actually liked what you did with your thumbs earlier..."
His eyebrows shot up. "Actually?! But... Uhh... You—you're confusing me!" Whining, he pouted up at you with his shocked puppy eyes. No dirty glasses to hinder the effect they had on you. "Why are you so okay with this...? That's not normal. You should raise your voice? Or scold me? That's also an option too. I—"
You grabbed his face and yanked him closer, earning a small yelp. Your lips meeting his in a slow, romantic kiss. Eyes closed shut, lips parted to whimper, arms around each other, and you began to sit on his lap. Legs around his waist, pressing your private to his. You were sure you felt him come. Holding the back of his head to continue the kiss when you felt something drip on your face.
His nose was bleeding, yet he didn't seem aware. Lost in his own world of euphoria to register. There seem to be more blood gushing by the minute. You hastily pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping the pressure would get it to stop. "Shit... does this happen regularly?"
He blinked owlishly. Taking the opportunity to flirt some more. His voice sounding funny. "Only when you willingly kiss me... or sit on my lap... or make me—"
You smirk. "—I got your point, lover boy. Now sit still and be quiet. I gotta hold you like this for a while longer..."
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@pregunta123 and an anon (trying saying that out loud) asked for more of this guy and begged really nicely (jk), here it is ;)
saw an elderly woman walking around with a tote bag whose design were the four AO3 fic category squares and she very excitedly asked if i was a reader or a writer bcs nobody else at the con had recognized it, and after telling her that i've been writing fic since fanfic.net, she solemnly nodded and explained that she'd been reading fic since "the days of personal websites" but that she only started writing fanfic when she was 47 and oh my god when i tell you that i genuinely teared up on the spot!!!!! like!!! HELL YEAH???? LITERALLY NEVER TOO OLD TO START WRITING. NEVER TOO OLD TO WRITE AND SHARE YOUR FIC.
her enthusiastic "i'm a very nice and bubbly person, i swear! but i love writing angst and major character death :)" nearly took me the fuck out.
icon. legend. diva. i wish her nothing but a kajillion million comments and kudos. i hope her fic updates crash AO3. i hope she knows i'm promoting her to my personal patron saint of AO3.
you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.
you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame
