Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t or can’t write the 50k fan-fictions, because of a lack of focus or motivation, or mental illness.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t or can’t write smut, but are still lumped into a group that is almost expected to write smut.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who can’t update chapters frequently for maybe a multitude of reasons, and get messages daily from people asking for “their” new chapter.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who aren’t big name fans and hardly get ten kudos or one comment on their fan-fictions.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who stay up all night editing and rewriting and don’t get much attention on their work no matter how much they feel like they promote their writing.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t write a lot and are constantly asked to write more but can’t for whatever valid reason they have.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who have the courage to post their writing online and only have it publicly made fun of for grammar or poor characterization.
Shout-out to fan-fiction writers for writing their fan-fiction, posting it online, and continuing to do it no matter how much or little attention they get, and constantly improving as a writer with every upload.
Let’s have a quick talk about Clint Barton. This little shit is an orphan who grew up in the circus and somehow managed to become an avenger. This DEAF motherfucking ARCHER was asked by Tony Stark to be Captain America and he said no. He said NO to becoming Captain America. He finds out some random 20 y/o girl becomes Hawkeye while hes “dead” and what does he do? He tells her the world is big enough for TWO HAWKEYES and they form a team and he tries act as a mentor. They are both Hawkeye. Not Hawkeye and lady-Hawkeye. Just two Hawkeyes. He fights street crime when he’s not on missions. He’s friends with his neighbors. He made an ultron costume for Halloween. When his brother stole all his money and bought an island, he got over it. He rescued and adopted a one eyed dog named lucky/pizza dog. Did I mention he’s deaf? And can’t hear without hearing aids. And he wears his own merchandise. He wears Hawkeye underwear. Hawkeye wears Hawkeye underwear.