How would you go about getting people to read your fanfics? I have this my hero academia fanfic I wrote a longgg time ago just for me and my friends, that I now want to rewrite and maybe post on AO3. Y’all have any tips for getting an audience?

CW: sexualization/ fetishization

So this probably won’t get as much attention as my other ATYD posts because this one’s actually serious, instead of “oh my god this fic is sad!” But I feel like it’s a crucial conversation we need to have.

I feel like for the most part, people in this community do really well with talking about how mlm is fetishized, but I’m becoming increasingly concerned because of the posts I keep seeing where allies are trying to make sure wolfstar or gay ships aren’t being fetishized, when in reality sometimes it’s okay for things to just be slightly sexual.

Sexuality is not taboo and we need to be careful not to make it out to be taboo.

I feel like the LGBT and MLM communities have come so far and I think it could be harmful to our communities to reintroduce a stigma around gay sex and gay people being sexual.

It is not fetishizing to talk about gay sex in passing, and it is not a bad thing.

For example, I saw someone make a joke about Sirius and Remus having a sexual relationship (specifically in all the young dudes) and someone called them out (politely) asking why they had to go to a sexual place to describe the relationship between Sirius and Remus. And while I think it is important to have these conversations and check our internal biases about gay men and make sure we are not constantly sexualizing them, sometimes, things are just related to sex, sex can be a subject and not be inherently bad.

I then saw someone else saying that ATYD can get fetish-y because of the way Remus is more sexual around the full moon. But that’s not a bad thing! And it actaully fits the story perfectly, around the full moon remus feels everything deeper. Magic,emotions, and so it makes sense for his desires to also increase. 

This is been all over the place but basically what I’m trying to say is yes it is good to check our biases and politely call people out when they might be accidentally fetishizing gay men. But we can’t talk about sex, specifically gay sex, as something that is improper or wrong, because it is the opposite of progress to denormalize talking about gay people being sexual. Gay sex isn’t a subject that we should discourage having conversations about.

I really wish I could better articulate what I’m trying to say but I’m tired and I cant word things to save my life, just be careful when trying to deconstruct fetishization of gay men, because as much as that is bad stigmatizing gay sex isn’t helping anyone either.





Ok so, doing a book project over All The Young Dudes, and this is how I decided to start it, hopefully my teacher doesn’t mind it’s a fanfic.

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Latest chapter of Cowboys and Angels is up.

Solrina is left to her own devices in the house.

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Chapter 2 of Cowboys and Angels is up on Fanfiction, and AO3. Hope ya’ll enjoy it.

Writer problems

When you have rewritten a sentence ten times and your whole existence no longer makes sense.

Me:*has alot stuff to do for school/work*

Also me:*gets the urge and motivation to write the best story/fanfic of my life*

The fanfic tropes I choose to read are telling more about me than any personality test or horoscope could.

Reading is my coping mechanisms.

Killing your favourite character in your own story or fanfiction is a whole different kind of pain.

Y'all ever have one specific idea for a really good story, but rather read it than just write it yourself?

Going to the orchard was a bad idea.

It was rundown, the few other families that were there didn’t look as happy as they were supposed to be, rotten apples were just strewn across yellow grass where groundskeepers hadn’t bothered to pick them up, even the swing set which Connor and Zoe used to play on had turned orange with rust from age, and Connor doubted that it’d even be able to hold a child’s weight anymore.

The Murphy family were having a picnic at the orchard.

“I think we could all do with some reminisce of the glory days.” Cynthia had said when the family argued on what a terrible idea that was.

Connor had attempted suicide, nearly successfully too. That was why they were participating in this sad state of affairs, “family time.” He’d had it planned for months, the suicide, but finally worked up the bollocks to go through with it a couple of weeks ago. He took pills out of Larry’s medicine cabinet and fucked off to the park after a big fight about his hair.

His hair. Connor nearly killed himself because his dad disapproved of his hair. The one thing he felt like he had control over and it nearly made him loose everything.

Obviously it wasn’t just his hair that made Connor not want to live anymore, but it was what pushed him over the edge that day.

Now, however, saw Cynthia sitting on an old, threadbare, checkered picnic blanket on the rough ground. Larry was next to her, resting on his knees and a pitiful spread of food was laid out before them.

Zoe was laying down, Connor couldn’t tell if she was cloud watching or asleep.

And Connor? He was just sitting with his long legs stretched out, covered by the heavy fabric of his jeans even on such a hot day.

The silence was near unbearable. The only sound was that of the family on the other side of the field. Two parents and two young toddlers, a girl and a boy. Like the Murphy family had once been, hopeful and young and full of laughter.

There wasn’t much hope anymore. Hell, there was fuck all laughter either. And Connor hadn’t been young for a long time, his childhood was ripped from him by mental illness before he was done with it.

He hadn’t been done dressing up for Halloween. He hadn’t been done with getting excited over Christmas, waiting up till midnight with hot chocolate. He wasn’t done with Easter Egg Hunting or having birthday parties.

Connor wasn’t done with living, but by the time he realised this, he was too late and his brain had decided for him.

“Isn’t this nice?” Cynthia asked in a falsely sweet voice, “That family over there reminds me of you two. My God, you were so young.” She sighed and clutched at her heart, looking over at the family as if she could pretend her children were still babies and that her family was not falling apart at the seams.

“How is this nice?” Zoe asked quietly. Ah so she wasn’t asleep, Connor thought.

“Zoe.” Larry warned. Suddenly the whole mood shifted from a quiet, depressing silence to a heavy and tense atmosphere.

“So is this why you brought us here, Mum?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbows so she could really glare at her parents, “To relive the ‘glory days’ and pretend that your son didn’t just try to off himself?”

Connor didn’t dare steal a glance at Cynthia, he knew what her facial expression would be. Heartbreak and disappointment, the same damn expression she wore every day of this pitiful little life.

He could hear the tears welling up in his mother’s brown eyes, so much like her daughters when she next spoke, “Zoe sweetheart, please don’t bring up-“

“Bring up what?” Zoe said in a much louder, firmer voice. “The fact that Connor nearly died? Are we just going to come back to the last place where we were all fucking happy for once and that suddenly fixes everything? You’re not even talking about getting Connor help!”

“Connor doesn’t need-“ Larry began, but Zoe cut him off with a harsh, ironic laugh.

“You’re not going to get him into therapy then? For what? A reputation?” She asked mockingly, “You know what you’re doing?” She hissed, eyes glazed over in tears, “You’re killing my brother.” She punctuated each word with a swift punch to the ground, leaving quite an impressive dent in the yellow grass.

“No!” Larry yelled, standing up and glaring down at his daughter. “Connor is killing himself!”

Don’t get involved, Connor thought, you’ll only make it worse. Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved. Slam on the brakes. Don’t-

Connor stood up and rounded on Larry.

For a moment he questioned whether or not he should punch him square in the jaw. He could, it’d certainly be deserving and he’d had more than enough practise with his wall and other dickheads in the past.

Connor reeled his arm back, balled up his fists, narrowed his eyes and-

He couldn’t do it.

Instead, he did the next best thing. Dropping his arm down at his side, Connor starred his father right in the eye and hissed, “Fuck you.”

He jammed his fists into the pockets of his black hoodie and stormed off. He was a good distance away from the explosion he’d just created when he realised he was crying.

Connor liked to think he never cried and if you just saw him passing on the streets, you’d never peg him as the type of guy to cry himself to sleep every night. The tough persona was both a beautiful blessing and a painful curse.

But he did. Cry. At night. In the shower. About his depression, his family, the pressure of school, or something stupid like an advert on TV that reminded him of something.

And it always started out the same, a few tears cascading down his cheekbones like a great, unfinished symphony of a waterfall before the dam broke and soon he was gasping for air between sobs.

Connor was always an ugly crier, the sobs were loud and choking and were ripped out from his throat so violently he felt as if he’d lost all control. Tears flooded his blue/brown eyes before his vision got blurry and he couldn’t see where he was going but he didn’t want to see. He didn’t want to know. He just wanted to go. Far away. Away from Larry, away from the people are school who called him a freak, away from his fucking brain and it’s fucked up thoughts and it wasn’t fucking normal to be feeling this way!

Everything was heavy, putting one foot in front of the other was effort. He could feel the blood running through his veins and he wondered, just for a moment, what it would be like if he were to… to-

Stop.

Stop everything.

To die. What does it feel like to die? Some people call it ‘The Big Sleep’.

Would it be peaceful? Would it be loud? Would he be able to hear the voices in his head until the very end? Or would the threat of death scare them away? For good? Would they come back? Where? In heaven? In hell? Even if Connor believed in heaven and hell, which he didn’t, he knew he’d definitely be going to the latter.

He suddenly got the urge to lay on the ground. To lay on the soft, healthy grass now that he’d created a safe distance between himself and the orchard, and stare up at the sky. It was a light blue, a few clouds dotted here and there and then Connor was laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t tell whether the tears were from his breakdown or his laughter.

God, it was ridiculous. Life is ridiculous. It’s like some cruel joke, he was so free lying on this grass but he’d never felt more trapped, more insignificant than he had lying on this grass, starring up at the sky, at the universe which had cleverly, oh so fucking cleverly, trapped us all.

And he was so caught up in his laughter that Connor didn’t hear the footsteps cautiously approaching him. He didn’t notice the figure hovering over him.

Until he did.

“H-Hi.” Someone stuttered and Connor was pulled out of his detachment to stand up properly and see who the fuck was talking to him now. It was a boy, around his age, short and blond with a blue polo shirt and brown khakis and a cast on his arm.

“Hi?” Connor asked, an eyebrow raised and he was probably being rude but did he care?

Maybe a bit.

“S-Sorry.” The boy began, “Its j-just you looked, um, well I saw y-you crying and-“

“I’m sorry,” Connor interrupted in the most unapologetic tone, “But who are you?”

“Evan Hansen.”

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Hey guys, this is the first chapter to my Dear Evan Hansen Treebros fanfic ‘Firefly’ I really hope you like it and if you did there are 24 other chapters ((and more coming!!)) on my AO3 account @drac_hoe_no

Thank you!!!

Xoxo

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New chapter up on AO3!

(Kaon - Part 1)

All optics in the pavilion gawked at the sight of the champion gladiator who had materialized from the sky and was now drawing himself up to his full height in front of a smaller, red and blue plated bot.

He’s shorter than I expected, thought Megatronus. Amusement played across his faceplate as he watched the stunned archivist regain his composure. “Orion Pax, I presume.”

“Megatronus,” Orion broke into a delighted grin. “It’s so good to see you!”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Megatronus gave a little bow and made a gracious gesture with his arms. “Welcome to Kaon, my friend. Come - allow me to show you around.”

New matchablossom teens fic up!

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Hi Guys, I NEED HELP

My favorite fanfic of ao3 has been deleted and all i have is the link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5557727

I don’t remember it’s name or the author but it was about Salem / Sabrina (Sabrina’s Secret Life), it was something about Salem become human and Sabrina getting very frustrated after being rejected by Harvey on a party so when she gets home she talk about it with Salem and they eventually make out. Anyway idc if i’m going to be “judged” by asking for this but please, if anyone knows a way for me to find it again (or if anyone has it saved) help me, i will be very grateful

please it’s been AGES and I could never find it

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CHAPTER UPDATE:53 || PARACOSM

… “in which what’s meant for the greater good might not be the greatest good…”…

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… “in which aurelia black has a nightmare before christmas…”…

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The world turned upside down - Chapter 1 - AssumeEveryoneWithASwordIsQueer - Arthurian Mythology [Archive of Our Own]

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It’s a bad reincarnation au, folks

“What took you so long?”

Almost three years later I can finally say that my “little” story is finished and complete… And still can’t believe how long it took me to write! I have a huge respect for writers. Fic or not.

I loved this process and want to give a huge thanks to the readers who decided to leave their feedback, it can be gold for some authors. For me, it was a game-changer

Endure and survive, and never stop looking for the light

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Finally… I never thought it would take this long, but I’ve enjoyed every second of it! Can’t wait to post the last and final chapter

A huge thanks to the ones reading, and especially to the ones that took the time and left their feedback, this story wouldn’t have been the same without it :)

Family Matters Chapter 25:

The chapter was too long to put on tumblr but it’s now all on Ao3…

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13889022/chapters/31984170

Enjoy ❤️

Here’s Lethe!

Ko-Fi

Shoutout to @nerd-chocolate for giving me the inspiration for his design!

I made another evil ex boyfriend!