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Reblog for a larger sample size!

No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

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OK I HAVE A QUESTION FOR AO3 READERS AND WRITERS CAUSE IM SO CURIOUS!

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The landlord when it comes to defending his mother (quite literally) and wife's behaviour:

I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.

Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.

He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’

Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.

Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom

Oh, and his mother lived next door 🙃

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God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

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My first thought after seeing the video was this, lmao

He was not happy

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Original posts here means fanart, analysis, headcanons, and basically anything else that directly contributes to the Tumblr fandom ecosystem.

Whether you have different sideblogs for different fandoms is not relevant to this poll.

If you're involved in multiple fandoms on Tumblr in different ways, answer according to the fandom you consider yourself most involved with. (Ex. if you are involved with 2 fandoms and you make fanart on a dedicated fandom sideblog for the one you are more involved with, answer "I am involved in multiple fandoms on Tumblr: I make original posts about them on a dedicated fandom sideblog."

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I miss the time when being cringe doesn't make me feel cringe.

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Telling myself this every day so here's a meme

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And then I realise all four of us have big egos. We all think that we're right about what we do, what we think, what we believe. For years in the house, I was the inferior. The youngest. The crybaby. The tantrum-maker because I was a child who didn't know any better. Yet I am still the inferior.

Then I was thrusted to public school after spending two years or so in a private school. The children were more brutal. Scarier. I was a mess. I still am a mess.

Public school showed me really mean and condescending teachers. Bullies. Boyfriend-girlfriend. Backstabbing. Badmouthing. Showed me that it's wrong to be so sheltered. Show me that the world is full of scary people.

But also the kind ones. The true child innocence they carried. The acceptance. The gentle teasing and jesting.

And then grandma died and I turned 13.

Life became even more imbalanced. I ran away. I still run away. To films. To anime. To TV series. To music. To songs.

My eyes were pried open wide like A Clockwork Orange scene. The horrors. The kindness. The morally confusing things we do in our life.

I seek comfort in the fact that I will never find happiness nor do I have any right to feel happiness.

In truth, I do not even know anymore what constitutes as happiness.

"Now forget and be content," said the pharaoh's wife, Queen Tuya, to Moses. Had he chosen to be content, the world would've been quite a crueler place.

I would've decided to forget and be content because I am a coward and I've seen in the mirror what I am: inferior.

No matter how smart I can be academically, no matter how much I can be superior amongst my peers–I do not see the right for me to deserve it. I cower. I shelter myself because deep down the young version of me is still scared.

Deep down I still believe I am inferior and have very little rights to deserve happiness.

"You crave the applause but hate the attention," so said Gang of Youths. Maybe that's why I thrived when I used to write and publish my fanfiction. When I used to happily publish them and think; I have the right for this because it is not I, but it is someone else who publishes this.

Illogical yet comforting. Just like seeking God.

Maybe this is what they mean by covert narcissism.

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mr darcy 2005 version is such a freak cant believe he almost went for a kiss after she yelled at him

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i promise i’ll never take you for granted again after this ao3

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Shout-out to Ao3 for not only being transparent in the work they're doing to try to get the site running, but for IMMEDIATELY calling out any islamophobia. They're doing fucking WORK rn, all on a volunteer basis, and while most of the comments I've seen are far and away supportive I just know whoever is in charge of their socials is watching the comments section unfold with a migraine.

Anyway this is all to say I love Ao3 and the people working on it rn are dealing with absolute chaos, so the next time someone throws out a line about "why do they need a fundraiser every year" please remember today.

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Okay, I have seen a picture of ransom demand to stop DDoS attack on AO3, so couple friendly reminders to people before you do anything stupid.

It's very unlikely that the person(s) giving the demand is the one doing the attack. It's more likely that they are an opportunist trying to earn money from this chaos.

There is no guarantee that the attack will end even if they get the money they are asking for.

Stop posting the info of their account. Someone will fall to this scam. In fact that is what they are hoping for. Why else would they address the fans first and then the admins?

Only trust the info given by the official AO3 spoke persons/accounts. People behind the attack and the oppurtunists are trying to create panic to make it easier for people to fall scams like this.

Stop trying to check AO3 website until the admin team gives us green light. It's normal in this kind of situations for the website to come back for short while and then go down again.

No. Ao3 isn't being hacked. Your data (and dirty fanfic secrets) should be safe. They are just using the bots to overwhelm the website. Think it as online store crashing the second they start selling tickets for big name artist's concert.

Be patient, be kind and don't feed the trolls.