#my ao3 in a nutshell

[marginofthought]

[nina-s0]

Marauders in a nutshell pt 2:

Remus: guys what are u doing?

Sirius, James and Peter: (suspiciously inching away from Remus)

Peter: wouldn't you want to know weather boy.

James: shouldn't it be wolf boy instead, cause yk he's a wol-

Remus: yes James I know, wtf are you guys doing!?

Sirius: we should run lol

*que explosion and a very angry Professor Mcgonagall*

[spookythesillyfella]

if i ever say that i dont like digitaltime . thatz not me – a skinwalker haz violently murdered me and stolen my identity – immediately seek shelter

[syofrelief]

idk why people assume you can't enjoy otp and x reader simultaneously.

like?? i like watching them fuck but i also want to suck dick sometimes. normalize interactive cucking.

[jedi-enthusiast]

Obi-Wan: *clearly a bit anxious and on-edge* Mace: *long sigh* Dooku: Is it that time again? Mace: I believe so. ... Mace and Dooku: *start bickering about each other's taste in tea, among other things* Obi-Wan: :)

[pitchblackespresso]

I have seen this topic making the rounds on my dash, and even though I'm not personally a writer, I am a reader, so I am curious

[inexplicablymine]

Maybe because it’s 3:42 in the morning and I’m feeling maudlin, but let me be sappy for a moment of your time dear internet.

Because dear internet, you fucking suck. There is no other way around it, from stan trolls, to the rampant isms that plague platforms, to the depths of hatred that seem to be so easily spewed from a screen, you take the pits of hell and present it to us in nice, neat, perfectly packaged bite size pieces. Dante’s Inferno might have been a fan fiction of the Bible, but you have found a way to push us, unwillingly, through the nine circles of hell all on your own.

But dear internet, in between all the faff and pieces of your mainframe that I can’t seem to stand, I have found the most wonderful people. In the dusty corners of a discord chat, discussed between the tags of reblogs, in intermittent DM’s, through AO3 comments, and a whole host of cobbled together platforms stuffed underneath a trench coat trying to appear put together… I have found community.

Even if just for an infinitesimal moment, for a shred of time, for the split second it takes to slip into something more, I am reminded that all we have in this world when it’s all said and done are the relationships we have built with others, the love we have doled out to the people around us, and the kindness we have fostered for friends we have made.

I sit here with tears in my eyes and a frog in my throat feeling thankful that these wonderful talented fantastical people from all over the globe are my friends. That I get to have them in my life. That their silly words, and laughter, and imagination get to mark up my brain and settle deeply into the grooves of who I am as a person.

So dear internet, you might suck truly, madly, deeply but some of the people hiding between your folds of code make me feel like even though the world is on fire, and gets closer to the inevitable end with each and every waking moment, I now have the kinds of people who make it worth doing more than just survive.

My community, my friends, my silly little names in my phone, thank you for making this year bearable, exciting, and brand new.

[cowboylikeyouu]

hey i think i just accidentally wrote the summary for my winterhawk interstellar AU 😍😍

[rk1kincorrect]

desmond: i am so fucking sad bro

literally everyone else: WE HATE ANYONE WHO WAS EVER WRONGED UOU😡😡😡😡😡😡😡🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[mothinflamesdoodles]

Pulse Sans: The Frankenstein Font

Fanart for @specialmindz

[trashcanflagic]

Getting idea for fanfic: yes

Starting writing fanfic: yes!

Coming up with the perfect climax of the fanfic: YES!

Figuring out how to end the fic: no-NO!

[ladylynse]

Bereavement, a Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja fanfic

Viceroy learns of his father's death.

Consequently, the Ninja can have the week off, at least from robotic attack. Two weeks, if Viceroy can swing it. (He'll swing it.)

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Technically a prequel to this three sentence fic; cross-posted on tumblr here.

[pykanico]

The End of the years mean the start of the (obligatory) annual vacation of Emmet and Ingo. Things don't go as schedule when Jackie announce that something is wrong in one of the line. Ensue a last check up from the two Subway Bosses before going home.

Words: 3,081

Chapters: 1/1

[darknesswillfall]

Worst things that happened to me as a ao3 writer this year.

getting smacked by a car (I twisted my ankle, but god it was a pain going to college)

writing "No character bashing," in a pretty aued story with changed character ages and adding omegaverse to it, only to get comments saying that I "assassinated the character". Like learn a meaning of bashing vs being ooc. Sorry I can only imagine how DC world would be different if some people were omegas like chill.

my aunt asking what i was writing and i didn't thought so I answered a book. She then wanted to read said book. It was a pregnancy fic. With a trans guy. An m/m fic. I said no.

asking for a beta for a fic for an exchange only to get a person who i was writing for to volunteer. I straight up ghosted them until the reveal. xD

Forgetting a very important detail to put on my DNWs things on one exchange (the fic was great, it was my bad)

Gaining an archnemesis in this fandom and the person still has no idea.

Failing an exam because I was writing a fic instead of studying only for the fic to get 6 kudos (Thanks 6 people who read it you're the best)

Thank u for coming to first of my yearly summaries

[nightingale2004]

This is my life

[all-or-nothing-baby]

when the notes on your fic have a higher word count than your story