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Does anybody else get legitimately worried when a fanfic author who was updating regularly just suddenly disappears with no warning? Like, is it a serious case of writers block or are they in a coma? Did they just up and quit? Was it me? Were my reviews not good enough?! Did they die 😳?! Were they kidnapped? Do I need to file a missing persons report? Excuse me officer, there’s been 13 weekly updates and now nothing for months! Find them! What’s their name?! Name!? I don’t know their name but they write 3k+ chapters and I need them safe and back in my life!

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What is your strangest childhood memory or the memory most talked about by your family?

Hello! Apologies, have only just seen this - my time on Tumblr these days isn't what it used to be) and I don't get notifications.

The strangest childhood memory for me would've been when I was 10 or so (honestly can't remember the exact age) and it's a dream I had - I needed the bathroom and walked into a room that had two toilet stalls on the left, and the front/right wall had coat hooks with a bench underneath - very similar to how classrooms were laid out in my early primary school classes. Anyway in the dream I go into one of the stalls, and there's a bang on the door. When I opened the door, there's a baby's drink cup lying on the floor, no one else around. It was night so everything was in shadow which made it even spookier.

Woke up thinking it was very strange. Some time passed and my parents had an event to attend at dad's work (Air Force), and there was a childcare center on the base that all us kids went to. At one stage I needed to go to the bathroom, walked in and froze - it's the exact same bathroom as my dream. Dark, coat hooks and bench underneath, sink and toilet location, everything was identical. I've never been in the building before, yet I know I've seen it. I went to the bathroom very slowly, semi-freaked out, and sure enough while I was on the toilet there was a bang on the door. Open it, and there's a child's drink cup lying on the ground.

As one would expect, I washed my hands and hightailed it out of there.

I've had dreams of conversations before they've happened (it was a regular occurrence in high school, not so much now), but that was the strongest 'premonition' style dream I've had. I'm certainly not into the big mumbo jumbo stuff others are, but those dreams have me believing there's definitely something 'more'.

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A friend sent me this to cheer me up. She knows me well.

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Out of habit from his poor circulation pre-serum and then the biting cold of the front lines, when Steve wakes up in the future he continues his long-formed habit of constantly wearing two pairs of socks at all times--even when on missions, wearing two layers of boot socks.

When Natasha finds out about this quirk of Steve's, she introduces him to the world of the future's awful-looking but sinfully cozy fuzzy socks--the kind that are hideous and nearly unbearably warm and thick.

Nat buys Steve his first few pairs for his birthday. Despite it being in the middle of July and the last time anyone would be thinking about literally cold feet. Steve is immediately obsessed. He rarely wears any other kind of socks after that. Steve loves these socks so much he goes out and spends his own money on these fuzzy monstrosities, even though just looking at the price makes him feel guilty, much less actually handing over the cash.

When Bucky returns, living in Steve's apartment, silent and rarely seen, like a shy, vaguely feral, and scrappy cat... all of Steve's fuzzy socks go missing.

Steve doesn't mind at all, he will buy a million more pairs of ugly, fuzzy socks just to watch them disappear day by day. He will spend every day trying to hunt down two socks--not even caring if they match anymore--and failing if it means, in turn, Bucky's toes are toasty.

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the way joel says “what’s wrong with you” is so fucking funny to me like he’s so embarrassed his feral child is making a bad first impression on tommy that he’s like i raised you better than this!! but we all know he didn’t and she’s actually just like him

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there’s this rush and this pressure, sometimes, for huge, mind-blowing numbers on ao3. thousands of kudos and comments and ppl obsessing over ratios, but like - there’s something so incredibly wonderful about, idk, even ten kudos. ten? you mean ten people, TEN total strangers, found something I wrote and clicked on it and read it and liked it? ten comments: you mean ten people took the time to tell me what they thought about my work, took the time and energy to write about MY WORK in their little comment bubble? ten people?? fifty?? one hundred???

but even just one - if one single person took the time out of their day to tell me how much they appreciate the little bit of my soul I just put out into the world - idk, it just means everything, doesn’t it?

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In a way, Joel saves her, but emotionally. She’s just so broken that she doesn’t know what to say and she’s covered in blood. And then she just looks him right in the eye and she leans forward and hugs him. And all he can say is this thing that he hasn’t said in 20 years, which is “baby girl.” Which is what he called his daughter. - The Last of Us | Inside Episode 8

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THE MANDALORIAN (2019– ) S03E01: The Apostate

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Bucky: There are only three ways to do things: the legal way, the illegal way, and the Steve way.

Sam: Isn't the Steve way just the illegal way?

Bucky: Yes but it's faster and he gets away with it.

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Variant cover for

CAPTAIN AMERICA: SENTINEL OF LIBERTY #1

Artist: J. Totino Tedesco

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Sleepy super soldiers.. fighting the bad guys is hard work

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“Ship means something you want to see happen.” Bitch, no it don’t. This weird-ass modern culture of lobbying show-runners to make your ship canon didn’t emerge until the advent of social media. (And recent social media like twitter, not shit-you-forgot-existed like MySpace.) Shipping and fandom in general have been around much longer, so you can stop acting like “this is the way it has always been uwu” right the fuck now.

Until relatively recently, most fans I’ve known have been perfectly okay with their ships never being canon. I, personally, would be actively offended if certain ships of mine became canon. That is not why I ship them. What I want from canon and what I want from fandom are often entirely different things that only intersect on the margins.That is why fanworks are called “transformative” ffs.

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Wtf is up with all the porn tumblr-bots?! 3-5 requests a day is starting to get fecking ridiculous!

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Gotta love my country 😅 I confuse myself on a regular basis, I can't begin to think how anyone else feels 🤣

The best thing about new zealand english is we get to pick and choose what we like from american english and british english.

The bad thing is that sometimes we choose wrong.

Like. Americans have fries and chips vs brits have chips and crisps. Both valid.

Here? We have chips and chips.

Youd think it'd be fine and that you can figure out which one a person is talking about from context but trust me a good percentage of the time you cannot. And often the person will try to differentiate them by clarifying they meant "Potato chips" only for them to realise a second later that both chips are made from potatoes

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I hear a lot of people bitching that they can’t leave kudos multiple times per story, or can’t leave kudos on every chapter, or whatever.

Well, take a page out of this marvelous book, because I swear I’ve never been so happy to receive kudos as waking up to multiple people having done this on multiple chapters on a story I just posted.

The bar just got raised, folks.

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it's okay to stray from your story. go write that short fic you can't take your mind off of! give you—and your characters—a break.

you! won't! always! make! your! word! count! -- you don't need to keep stretching sentences because the scene you finally got right is a hundred words too short. sometimes it's better that way.

the "rules" and "tips" are just ~guidelines~ (especially for people who like to swear by them) -- writing has no laws. especially first drafts. scrap the grammar, scrap the emotional tips, write it because it feels right, not because someone else says so.

every writer procrastinates. it's not easy being a writer.

take time off for yourself. the only thing harder than writing a story is to keep pushing it when you need a break the most. come back to it later. I promise there will be no dumpster fires when you're gone.

all writing is "real" writing. I don't think there's an explanation here?? fiction writers are writers. nonfiction writers are writers. fanfic writers are writers. (like how all reading is real reading!! in every format, too!)

it doesn't need to be perfect. honestly, it might never be. but it can be really close to it. if you're not satisfied with it, move on and come back when you're ready.

you are just as skilled as any bestselling author. remember that everything you read has been heavily edited by teams of people! their first draft could not even be as good as yours is now.

not using clichés is cliché. you will find one in any story. no one can bring you down for liking a certain trope. just because it's common doesn't mean it's bad!

no writer is fully well-rounded. dialogue will be easier to write for some, and description for others.

and, finally, no one knows what they're doing. trust me. we're all stumbling around blind here.

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.