Growing Sideways by @inadaze22 Chp 17:

~~”And then they stood in the middle of her office, the long chain of the Time Turner draped over both their necks. They were standing close enough to touch, her eyes searched his for what felt like an eternity

"Are you ready?" she asked in a tone only he could hear.

"Yes."”~~

Here. We. Goooooooo

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Fanworks vs. Published Works

Okay, so, I was on Reddit and there was this discourse of fanfic v. published work, and how the lines are beginning to blur more and more, particularly among readers, and how dangerous this is for fandom spaces because fanfic is not designed for the same sort of engagement one has with a published work. They look similar and feel similar, but equating them can be devastating for fanfic writers, particularly if people start reviewing and critiquing fanworks the same way they do published works.

The comparison on that subreddit—which I had never encountered but might well have been around forever and new to no one but me because sometimes I do live in a cave—was that fanfic is like a potluck. And I love that because it's 100% accurate.

At a potluck, you make something for people to enjoy out of love. It’s really shitty to go to a potluck, then walk up to someone who made what you believe is a subpar casserole and start in like you’re a food critic. You’re missing the point of the potluck. And you’re kind of a dick.

In a restaurant, the rules are different, just like in the publishing industry. You select a restaurant, you pay for a meal, and if the meal isn’t to your liking, you can leave the restaurant a review on Google or Yelp or the platform of your choice (assuming you didn’t just throw a tantrum in the restaurant itself, but that’s another discussion). And sure, YMMV from other diners’ experiences, but even if everyone loves this restaurant and you don’t, it’s perfectly acceptable to leave a subpar review listing the reasons why it didn’t meet your standards. It’s fodder for future diners to consider at this point, less for the restaurant itself. The way book reviews are meant to be for readers, not the author. The author will see it, they might get annoyed, but unless they want their career to go up in smoke, they won’t respond. Just like restaurant owners who go nuclear on bad reviews, word spreads when someone can’t take criticism.

And no, it’s still not cool to critique someone’s potluck dish even if that person is a professional chef. They still elected to invest their time, talent, and creativity to bring that dish to the potluck and are getting nothing out of it but the satisfaction of their dish being enjoyed. The potluck should be a safe space for everyone—the chef knows to expect unsatisfied customers at work; when they’re at play, when they’re relaxed and enjoying something with a chosen community, it’s really shitty to start acting like a customer in the restaurant. You don’t have to love what they brought but keep it to yourself and go try something else.

As a published author, it bothers me a lot more when people invade my fanfic space to be critical than it does any of the 20+ works I have for sale on Amazon and other vendors, and this is why. Fanfic is more personal because it’s unpaid labor created out of love and a desire for community. It’s not a commodity, and treating it like that is how you murder joy and, for some creators, sometimes the drive to ever create again.

So don’t be a dick at the potluck, okay?

modern social media should stop offering "sync with your phone contacts to follow them" options and start offering "block all your phone contacts so they never see your account" options

I heard it was JATD Janther week & have been itching to draw again as time allowed. “Whisper” seems like a perfect prompt. I feel like Jane is a loud whisperer, not at all subtle, while Gunther is equal parts amused & exasperated by her lack of subtlety. Anyway, here we go: the first thing I’ve drawn since like October.

Love me a fic that starts with the unresolved sexual tension already thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I want my ship pining, yearning, and most definitely fantasizing.

I want their minds to wander to how hot the other person is, mid-sentence. I want them barely functioning because of all the hormones swimming through their brains. I want normally smart people who are downright dumb when faced with the smallest bit of barely revealed skin on the other person's body.

By the time they actually realize they're both in this state of tortured sexual desire, I want them to be at their wit's end and ready to flee the country in order to find the slightest scrap of control because there is absolutely zero control left when theyre in the same room together. They need to be scratching at the walls of their souls, they're so desperate for each other.

And when they do finally realize the fact that they're in this on-fire boat together? I want them to have incredibly hot, wildly cathartic (and not necessarily at-all realistic) sex that leaves them both exhausted, happy, and fully satisfied.

Unresolved sexual tension that gets completely fucking resolved, my beloved.

Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

2024 Prompts

"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

Moony is in progress ✨

winter driving tips from a new englander 

sometimes you’re just not gonna stop. its okay. dont freak out. youll stop eventually. just dont follow anyone too closely and dont slam on your brakes they are not your friend

the road is often worse when you think it looks fine. ice during the day is a bitch, if its snowing and the road looks okay just pretend its a sheet of ice

people will tailgate you in giant SUVs, dont speed up for them. let them pass you, or pull off if they wont pass you. if they wanna die thats their prerogative 

following a plow is fucking obnoxiously slow but its also probably the safest way to get home

at some point you’re gonna blow thru a red light because you cant stop. people understand. when your light turns green, wait a few seconds before you go, dont assume that their light being red means the people coming at you can stop

if you see black ice right ahead of you just chill. the first thing ur gonna wanna do is slam on your brakes. do not touch them. just take your foot off the gas and drive through it, and dont try to swerve. just keep going. 

dont stop ever! dont stop on a hill, dont fully stop at a light. just take your foot off the gas and roll to a crawling speed until the light turns. its harder to get going from a complete stop than from a crawling speed because physics is an asshole 

drive as slow as you need to to feel safe, and if anyone has a problem with it eat them 

Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.

I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

From the HPFestofStars: But as long as you love me so, let it snow

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