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Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"

And I'm like...

A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?

B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.

C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.

Yall are wilding.

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first lines

well i tried to do this once and tumblr ATE IT

tagged : @birdiedoesdc THANK U BIRDIE i will go read the new night watch fic soon …

FULL pressure tagging: @lumineve-isonline @ephhemeralite or whatever the hell your hockey blog is @b10000p

rules : share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics (or whatever you got going on) and tag however many writers you want. if you've written fewer than ten, share anyway :))

i’m sharing the first paragraph bc fuck the system. and also mostly wips

“I have a proposition for you,” Jason says, six drinks in and filled with an insatiable need to get railed by someone who could probably kill him. (my first porn on main. who clapped)

It starts, like all things, with Tim and Steph breaking a rule. (my pride and joy, damian al ghul wayne and the one day blinding stew)

Jason comes home on a Tuesday night. By night, he means ‘4:32 a.m.’, and by ‘comes’ he means crashes in through a window that he jimmied open, and by home he means the Manor, unfortunately. (wip: exit stage left pursued by a starfish, my self indulgent fic where jason and jarro become a team. there is already art.)

“It’s kinda cliche, isn’t it,” Jason says as he swings onto the fire escape, hair still sopping in the night air. The curls at the nape of his neck are beginning to dry, but that’s about it. “To be abused and then have to go take, like, so many showers about it.” (wip: four kids in uniform, a series of vignettes about the bats and SA that i’ve been tossing around for the better part of a year)

Slade wakes up all at once. It’s always this way - a holdover from his days in the military that only sharpened during his time as a killer for hire. He’s floating in a nice, dreamless, sex-induced haze, and then he’s awake.(wip: mistaken identity, a crack fic based on this comic which made me cry laughing when i saw it)

Gotham is welcoming as ever - which is to say, covered in smog, rainy, and completely fucked. (wip where dick has to team up with like three of his exes to save one (1) jason todd)

Sometimes, if Damian doesn’t have too much homework and it’s a slow night for hero work, he gets to spend the whole weekend with the Kents. (my beautiful sweet queer transgender autistic coming of age damijon fic)

Bernard’s life is, on the whole, oddly filled with celebrity. He’s dating Tim Drake-Wayne, son of the richest man in the world - or second-richest, depending on how stocks are going for Lex Luthor that year. (wip: ea-ra’sir, my crackfic for @thelaundryghost where ra’s is tumblr’s favorite copper merchant)

“Hey,” says the kid. He’s painted in green, yellow, red, and he’s wiggling back and forth in his seat. His lips are quirked up into a half-smile, like they always are, and when he peels off the domino his eyes are bright with excitement. (i’d tell them put me back in it, my masterpiece and treatise on what i find so compelling about jason todd. and also about forgiving your inner child. not important)

The thing about Tim is that he’s supposed to be fine. He’s the easy one. The one Batman doesn’t have to worry about, because he follows orders and turns in his incident reports on time and doesn’t have a bomb strapped to his head during every goddamn patrol, Jason. (effervescence, a very raw fic on self advocacy. and also forgiving your childhood self. you’ll never guess what i had going on in therapy in 2024. pretty rough and dark but it DOES contain the phrase ‘a mouthful of chlorinated pool-taste’ which i quoted from memory, it delights me so.)

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during the brief moment apv took over the other realm i think

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Some robins designs so they’re not just “kid with a mask and curtain bangs”

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Let’s block a parking space with mama

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speedster boyfriend problems

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think that everyone has their own personal theme in life

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lady shmilk I always believed in u

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I cooked.

(I feel like in this aus case it wouldn't be his look for if he won but if he got redeemed maybe-)

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Been rewatching season two and had to capture this scene when the saw each other again literally been in my brain for YEARS

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reminder that "allies welcome" was once secret code for "those not out yet can still participate without putting themselves at risk", and for those who aren't out yet to comfortably exist in these spaces you have to let allies exist in those spaces too.

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having anti punitive justice morals sucks because you want to say "man that guy sucks he should get hit with hammers until he dies" but you also want to make it clear you don't think anyone should be put in charge of the 'hit people with hammers until they die" machine.

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by _nancy_dc

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"Pride is not a party"

Yes the fuck it is, stop being a baby

Yes pride is a riot and a fight and yadda yadda yadda but you are not revolutionary for sucking the joy out of queerness. Sometimes, pride is a party. It is a celebration of the fact that we are here, we're queer, and we're not going anywhere. And that is just as important as throwing bricks and fighting cops, actually.

If your activism doesn't allow you to enjoy the fruits of your labors you will burn out babe. Go suck some dick. Hit on that lesbian. Get the faggy haircut!!! Dance, for the love of god.