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I may or may not be losing my fucking mind over this (I am. I am doing that.)

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I just saw the most vile TikTok about fanfiction that I’ve ever come across and felt the need to comment on it. Basically, the person in the video said they couldn’t stand when a fanfiction “seemed like it written by a 14 year old.” The comments were just a dumpster fire of assholes. I saw one comment say they sometimes want to plagiarize a story so that they can “write it correctly” or “do the idea justice.” I also saw a lot of “stay on Wattpad because you don’t belong on AO3.” 

I’m sorry, this is the most garbage take I’ve ever seen. It’s so funny how people will consume free media and then bitch about how it isn’t up to their standards. But these same people would jump to stealing a person’s story instead of offering to Beta read for an author. 

I generally just dislike people that discourage Fanfiction writers anyway. As someone that’s been writing fics for over a decade now, I can guarantee that I’ve written some awful shit. I posted my first fic to AO3 in April of 2012 and before that I used to post my stuff to fanfiction.net. There’s some stuff I’ve written that I’m scared to revisit, mostly because it’s for a fandom I’ve long departed from, but also because I know it’s not good. I’m terrible at writing prose, my main focus and strength has always been with dialogue, and I constantly have to work on it. But if I had seen shitty videos like that ten years ago, I probably would have fucking quit. 

I just did revisions on a fic I wrote seven years ago, a fic that is my most celebrated piece of writing, a fic that people loved despite its imperfections. You don’t need to be perfect on your first go around. You don’t even need to be perfect on your 100th go around. 

A person’s writing can only improve. When I write a sentence, I write it the way I would say it verbally. So no, I don’t always think about the grammar of the sentence, because it is 100% in my voice, I’m the one writing the story. I can’t write it as someone else and I also don’t see the point in trying to. If everyone followed the literary rules to a T then we would have uniformity instead of creativity. 

People write fanfiction because they love the media they consume and want to put their own spin on it, to delve deeper into the characters, and appreciate it beyond the original text. What exactly do you get out of discouraging that? I’ll tell you what you get, you get less stories, less people willing to give it a shot, people who won’t even try. 

To all my fellow fanfiction writers: Fuck up, forget a comma, let that sentence run on, discover who you are as an author and share what you’ve got. Improve, grow, change, and don’t let any asshole discourage you. 

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When you trying to write a Steddie fic but you keep getting distracted by videos of Jamie and Joseph being a married couple in Brazil…

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The Holy Trinity of middle aged gays, who find themselves in the worst circumstances, but love each other regardless. Where one is rough around the edges, slightly murderous, and a bit unhinged. And the other is a cardigan wearing, tea loving, equally unhinged man. Aka my new favorite thing:

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Hi everyone! Still alive and just finished my piece for @fandomforoz so I thought I would post it here. Thank you so much to @kalika999 for bidding on me. Sorry this ended up being a day late. I did manage to get a bit of Jack/Brock in there for you, but not much. Hope you like it!!! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28490208

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M

M/M

Fandoms:

Deadpool (Movieverse)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Relationship:

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Characters:

Peter B. Parker

Wade Wilson

Mary Jane Watson

Brock Rumlow

Jack Rollins

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - No Powers

Online Friendship

Gaming

Friends to Lovers

Divorce

Past Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson

Self-Esteem Issues

Phone Sex

Texting

Anal Sex

Rimming

Jealousy

Drinking

Scarred Wade Wilson

Language:English

Collections:

Fandom For Australia

We Could Be Seahorses

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Summary:

After his divorce, Peter B. Parker has an abundance of free time, so he gets into gaming. While playing a game called X Force he meets a man named Wade.

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Happy birthday!! I hope you have a wonderful day today! :) Stay safe and enjoy yourself! 🙌🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳🎉

Thank you, hun! My plans are to be as lazy as possible so I’m achieving that goal right now! Lol

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Happy birthday!!❤️❤️

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Ahhh thank you!!! You know too well of my weakness for Remus in a crop top (one I share with Sirius lol). And I see it says Black on the back so did Sirius cut it like that and give it to Remus like oh geez guess you’ll have to wear it like this then... 😏😏😏 or did Remus cut it himself to make Sirius lose his shit. Inquiring minds want to know 🤔🤔🤔

a happiest birthday to @remywrites5!! you’re a fantastic friend and i’m very glad to have you in my life and i cherish and love all of our conversations, be it something serious or just chatting about wolfstar aus

so here’s a little gift and i hope you’ll have a fantastic day darling <3

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Please support if you can and to see a collab between me and @casualmaraudering !

Soon the time will come and the zine will be released! Pre-orders are still open, for which you can find the link at the top of our profile. But already now we would like to thank the many participants who made this project possible and introduce them here. 

Really guys, we couldn’t be more honored! Thank you all very much for your great works and the fantastic support. ❤️

Authors

@4eyesBarbie @faabyy21 @she_is_destroyer_of_worlds @remywrites5 @dannikathewomanika @bandsarelife109 @here-is-thegreatmoon @notmycatsname

Artists

@mlim8 @artymakeart @erithanart @meekinthedraw @kerubinart @casualmaraudering @unyarima_art @girlwithacrown @winter-weepingwillow @hufflepuffx17 @greywolfandmoon @evax3 @tardisgrump

And shout out to all the others who were also part of this project, even if they were not able to submit their piece in the end. You know who you are and our thanks goes out to you as well for making this experience even more enjoyable! :)

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Happy Birthday, Fel!

It’s not still @casualmaraudering ‘s birthday where she is but it still is where I am so I’m counting it! Just something short a sweet (because some friends don’t bother to tell you that their birthday is coming up so you have to scramble to write a thing! Anyway - hope you like it and Happy Birthday!!!)  ****  Remus had imagined that his university years would be spent making lots of friends and finally getting himself a boyfriend. Instead, it had consisted of a lot of homework, a lot of crying, one friend, named Regulus Black, and no boyfriend to speak of. Remus had found himself crushing on Regulus just a bit, until he learned that Regulus was aroace, and therefore completely uninterested in Remus as anything other than a friend. It hadn’t taken Remus long to get over his crush, after all, it was barely a crush to begin with.

           Remus and Regulus were sitting across from each other, working on their group project for their art history class, or at least pretending to do so in between sending each other memes.

“Oi, you wanker!”

           Remus glanced up in surprise and caught Regulus cringing. Regulus’ shoulders hunched forward, as if he were trying to make himself invisible. Remus blinked a few times, caught off guard by Regulus’ reaction, and looked around for the source of the voice.

           Someone was approaching their table, bounding over like an overexcited puppy, a big grin on his face. He looked exactly like Regulus, except his hair was a bit longer, his face a bit softer, where as Regulus was all sharp angles.

           Remus was about to ask Reg if he was okay when the stranger dropped into the chair next to Reg and put his arm around him. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

           “Of course I did,” Regulus said bitterly. “Why do you think I was hiding?”

           “That’s mean.”

           Regulus sighed. “What do you want, Sirius?”

           Sirius grinned and pulled Regulus closer, nearly choking him. “Well, first I want you to introduce me to the hot pink-haired boy across from you.”

           Regulus shoved Sirius’ arm away. “Remus Lupin, this is my idiot twin brother, Sirius.”

           “Oi, don’t introduce me like that!” Sirius said, scandalized. “I never see you around campus and this is how you behave?”

           “We’re in different departments,” Regulus reminded his brother. “I don’t have much reason to visit the foreign language department. Also, I avoid you at all costs.”

           “Rude,” Sirius said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was going to buy you a coffee, too.”

           “Only if you buy one for Remus too.” Regulus stipulated, gesturing towards Remus. Remus froze as suddenly both brothers’ attention focused on him. It really was unfair that people could be that attractive. Remus felt heat rising to his cheeks at the unwavering glances.

           “Hi,” Remus said, giving a little wave and then immediately regretting it. He felt so unbelievably stupid.

           “Hello,” Sirius practically purred, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand.

           “It’s – uh – nice to meet you,” Remus said, glancing away. “Regulus never mentioned having a twin brother.”

           “What?” Sirius shouted, turning towards his brother accusingly. “How have you never mentioned me?”

           “Because you’re embarrassing,” Regulus responded, kicking at Sirius under the table. “Now go get our coffees.”

           “Fine,” Sirius said, gracefully standing up. He pulled his long, dark hair up into a ponytail and grinned. Remus pretended it wasn’t doing things to him. It was very nearly an insurmountable task.  “Only because I am such an awesome brother.”

           “Don’t get ahead of yourself there,” Regulus told him, typing something on the keyboard of his laptop.

           Sirius glared at him for a moment and then quickly reached over and smashed a few of the keys, ruining whatever it was that Regulus was typing.

           “You’re so childish!” Regulus said, jamming his finger on the backspace key.

           Sirius laughed and walked over to Remus’ side of the table. “So what kind of coffee do you like?”

           Remus played with one of his curls nervously. “Uh, anything mocha is fine, but you really don’t have to – “

           “Nah, I got you,” Sirius said, nudging Remus with his elbow. “Be right back!”

                                                                       ***

           Remus didn’t think much of his bizarre run-in with Regulus’ brother. After all, it was a large campus, they were unlikely to meet each other again. Remus wasn’t about to go crazy over some guy he barely knew, especially when he figured Reg would have a problem with it. Remus wasn’t about to risk his one friend on some guy who probably wasn’t interested in the first place.

           There was an LGBTQ+ dance that Remus was determined to attend on campus. His goal of finally getting a boyfriend hadn’t changed, and since he barely socialized with anyone except Reg, this felt like the perfect opportunity to meet someone. Regulus had refused to go with Remus, so Remus was stuck going on his own. It was taking all of his courage to walk through the door by himself. He clutched the ticket he’d bought in his hand like a lifeline and tried to calm his nerves.

           “Hey,” Someone whispered behind Remus, their breath on Remus’ ear, making him shiver. Remus turned his head and came face to face with none other than Sirius Black. Remus swallowed thickly and took a quick step away.

           “Hi Sirius,” Remus said, gripping his ticket even tighter. “Are you going to the dance as well?”

           “It’s worse than that,” Sirius said with a lazy grin. “I actually helped organize it.”

           “Wow,” Remus said, impressed. “That’s amazing.”

           Sirius chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Is it? I was mostly roped into it by my friend, Marlene.”

           “I think it’s great,” Remus said, smiling encouragingly. “I’ve been meaning to become more involved in club stuff.”

           “Well, we meet every Thursday in you’re free,” Sirius said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He looked stylish in a black suit, perfectly tailored, his red tie undone around his neck and a few buttons undone on his shirt. Remus felt silly standing next to him, wearing his nicest pair of jeans and a green cardigan. He probably should have put more effort into his appearance for something like this.

           “I’ll definitely come when I can,” Remus promised, tugging on one of his curls nervously.

           “Hey, dance with me,” Sirius said, grabbing Remus by the arm and leading him into the activities hall where the dance was taking place.

           “W-wait, I didn’t give them my ticket!” Remus said in a panic as Sirius led him past the ticket booth. The person at the table merely gave Sirius a nod as they walked inside.

           “Don’t mind that,” Sirius said, sliding his hand down Remus’ arm to clasp his hand instead. “I’ll make sure they get it.”

           “Sirius!” Remus said, his face bright red. “I – I’m not much of a dancer.”

           “Don’t worry,” Sirius told him, pulling Remus in close and wrapping his arms around his waist. “It’s a slow one.”

           Remus had no choice but to put his arms around Sirius’ neck and get close to him. It was so overwhelming that Remus was scared he might die. Their eyes kept meeting and Remus couldn’t handle that much eye contact. So instead, he buried his face against Sirius’ neck and pretended he was fine. It may have been a bit intimate, but it was better than looking up at those intoxicating grey eyes. At least like this Remus felt like he could still form coherent thoughts.

           “This feels more like we’re hugging than dancing,” Sirius teased as they swayed together to the music. “Why won’t you look at me?”

           “Can’t.” Remus mumbled, squeezing Sirius tighter.

           “Why not?”

           “I’m worried.”

           “About?”

           “Doing something stupid,” Remus answered, hoping against hope that Sirius wouldn’t question him further. Sirius chuckled and pressed his nose against Remus’ hair. It felt nice, being held by Sirius in such a way. Remus wouldn’t mind staying there for a while longer. He felt his eyes slip shut of their own volition.

           “What if I do something stupid?”

           “Hmm?” Remus hummed, nuzzling his face against Sirius’ throat. “I won���t mind.”

           “Don’t hate me, okay?”

           “Why would I –“

           Sirius placed his finger under Remus’ chin and tilted his face up. Remus then lost any and all train of thought as Sirius pressed their lips together, his mind going fuzzy like it was full off cotton. It was gentle and undemanding, a simple press of lips against lips, and a moment later it was done. Sirius pulled back and let his thumb tenderly caress Remus’ cheek.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What for?” Remus asked, his stomach dropping. He wondered if Sirius already regretted it. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle that. “D-did I do it wrong?”

           Sirius chuckled. “Of course not. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you. I just really have wanted to do that since I met you.”

           “Why?”

           Sirius shrugged. “You’re kind of adorable.”

           Remus scowled at him. “No, I’m not.”

           Sirius laughed and shook his head. “Even when you’re angry you’re cute as fuck. Your nose gets all scrunched up. I really like that.”

           “W-we don’t even really know each other that well.” Remus reasoned, taking a step back to put some distance between himself and Sirius. “We’ve only met once. This is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous.”

           “Sometimes you just know, right?”

           Remus felt his jaw drop. “Regulus – “

           “Will get over it. Don’t use him as an excuse,” Sirius said, frowning slightly. He looked kind of upset and Remus felt bad for having brought it up. Sirius ran his fingers through his hair and then exhaled loudly. “He doesn’t hate me as much as he pretends to.”

           The song had changed to a pop song Remus vaguely recognized, but Sirius and Remus remained slow dancing. It was kind of nice, like being in their own little world. “I don’t know what to say. I’m not even sure what you’re asking me.”

           “How about a date?”

           “Okay,” Remus said, tucking his head back under Sirius’ chin. He liked being close to Sirius, it was somehow both exhilarating and extremely comforting at the same time. “When?”

           “How about now? Spend the rest of the dance with me.”

           Remus smiled against Sirius’ neck and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. “I think I can handle that.”

                                                                       ***

           It was well past midnight and Sirius was walking Remus back to his dormitory. Their hands were laced together, swinging between them as they walked. They’d spent the rest of the dance talking and dancing, occasionally kissing. Just thinking about it made Remus’ toes curl in his shoes. He’d had his first date with a boy. A boy that he had kissed. There was going to be more dates and more kissing. His stomach was twisted into knots just thinking about it.

           “Remus?” Sirius said, stopping just outside Remus’ building.

           “Yeah?”

           “I kind of don’t want to say good night to you,” Sirius confessed, giving Remus’ hand a small squeeze.

           Remus felt his face go bright red, heating up in complete embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not ready for – “

           “Oh god no!” Sirius said quickly, waving his free hand around to dispel Remus’ thoughts. “I didn’t mean that. I meant that I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

           “Oh,” Remus said, thinking it over. He found that he felt the same way. Spending time with Sirius was easy, effortless, and even though Remus felt nervous around him, he didn’t feel like that was a bad thing. “I have an idea.”

           They stopped by Remus’ dorm so that Remus could quickly fill a thermos with hot chocolate and grab one of his spare blankets. He then led Sirius up to the rooftop, where people had put some sofas. It was a popular spot for people to come up and smoke or drink as long as they didn’t get caught.

           They sat side by side on one of the sofas and Remus put the blanket around them to share. They passed the thermos back and forth as they continued to talk. The more Remus watched Sirius, the more differences he could spot between Sirius and Regulus. It had taken Remus a long time to get Regulus to open up to him and agree to be his friend. Sirius was so open and friendly in contrast, things seemed to go so smoothly with him. Regulus was dry and sarcastic, while Sirius was more genuinely funny, making Remus snort more than a few times.

           Before Remus knew it, the sun was peeking over the tops of the trees. Sirius stood up and stretched, raising his arms high over his head. He then turned and held out a hand to Remus. “One more dance?” he requested with a small smile. “While the sun comes up?”

           “We don’t have any music,” Remus informed him, but stood up all the same.

           Sirius slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He then grabbed his airpods out of the case and put one in each of their ears. Remus waited patiently as Sirius scrolled through his phone, looking for the right song. Like Real People Do by Hozier began to play in Remus’ left ear and Remus found himself falling back into Sirius’ arms. The slow and soft melody felt perfect to the quiet of the early morning.

           Eventually they stopped dancing, too wrapped up in kissing each other to remember to move their feet.

           There, in the chill of an early September morning, Remus discovered what it felt like to fall for Sirius Black.

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who am I if I don’t gently bully my friends kindly and lovingly

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I’ve been thinking if maybe I should come back to tumblr so.. I’ll just leave this here

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Hagrid: you’re a bottom, Harry

Harry: I’m a what?

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A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to you 

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@casualmaraudering​ This is absolutely directed at me and I will not have it! 

i will never learn how to spell fahreheighrbd and americans just have to deal with it

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Lol yup! It turned out a little better for Sirius in my fic than the person in real life though! 🤣

@remywrites5 is this what you based your fic on?! it's one of my favourites... 😍💙