It’s okay if you write fanfic as a way to hone your skills until you are comfortable writing original fic.
It’s okay if you write fanfic because you love fanfic and don’t intend to ever write something original.
It’s okay if you only ever write one fanfic to work through some problems in your real life.
It’s okay if you write fanfic your whole life because you just can’t help falling in love with characters.
There’s no wrong way to write fanfic. THERE IS NO WRONG WAY TO WRITE FANFIC. Write what you love. Love what you write.
Be proud of your accomplishments, not everyone could achieve them.
It’s okay if you STILL write fanfic once you’re comfortable writing original fic.
It’s okay if you like coming up with fic ideas but never actually write them.
It’s okay to play and write the bits you like without making it a long, comprehensive epic.
It’s okay to write a long, comprehensive epic.
And the best part is: no matter what you like to do, there will be someone out there who loves to read it.
YES. THIS.
Tag: yes good
Fancast: Aldis Hodge as Tony Stark
#oh my goddddddd #you just never see a poc in that kind of archetype #tony stark is a power fantasy reserved for white men #i’m automatically a million times more interested in rich kind of dickish superheroes when they are poc tbh #because like imagine being a little black boy growing up so so so smart and so so so alone #half your teachers dismissing you when you get bored and restless because you already KNOW all this stuff #and focusing on your disruptive behaviour that results from that combination of boredom and loneliness #you grow up without any real peers because the other kids at your rich fancy private school are all white #and nobody would ever dare say anything but you’re self-conscious anyway #so you deal with it by being as outrageous as possible because then at least you can control why they look at you askance #your dad’s been trying to prove himself to long gone heroes for as long as you can remember #and your mother loves you but she doesn’t always understand you #they die young and you go off the rails and it doesn’t even sting that they all think you’ve proven them right #because you kind of believe it as well #you’ve grown up never seeing a black boy on the television who wasn’t violent #and even when you get straightened out some with help from rhodey there’s a long fucking way to go #but you reach out and you /demand/ respect because you’re angry and you want justice for all your wrongs #the media never really accept you; they’re hungry for more of your misadventures so they can paint you like a villain #I COULD GO ON BUT I DON’T THINK IT’LL FIT IN THE TAGS (via peppermoonchilds)
Tony Stark as a POC is 100 000 times more relevant than white male Tony Stark
I….I don’t think I’ve EVER seen a poc Tony Stark fancast. Wow. I just realized this. Damn. And this is awesome. Co-sign all the way.
Thank you to fic writers for telling the stories that canon didn’t tell.
Thank you to fic writers for giving minor characters a voice.
Thank you to fic writers for expanding these worlds that we love so much.
Thank you to fic writers for sharing your talent, your ideas, and your words with us all.
Thank you to fic writers for your hard work, commitment, dedication, time, energy, and compassion.
And thank you to the readers who make it all worthwhile.
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The ‘ive been given a prophecy to save the world but i have to be partners with thiS ASSHOLE’ AU
This is exactly what magic was intended to be used for and I’m so glad that this kind of utterly petty and entertaining use of spells appears at least once in the books.
Because let’s be real. If we lived in the wizarding world, how many of us would be using magic to heroically battle the forces of evil? And how many would be using it to make inanimate objects fight?
Talk fantasy prosthetics to me.
An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.
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I like to think that post-pacifist Toriel finally gets to open her school and Sans ends up working as a science teacher there. Can you imagine? Sans starting to care again. Sans making science puns throughout all his lectures. Sans getting genuinely excited while teaching. Sans having a designated nap period in the class, more for himself than the kids but they take advantage of it anyways. But also, Sans taking his job seriously too. Like if a kid falls asleep during his lecture, they get pranked viciously as a punishment. Such as, this kid falls asleep while he’s going over the aspects of water. Sans sees the kid with his head down on his desk and Sans immediately walks out. Comes back with a glass of water. And balances it on the back of the sleeping students head, before returning to his lecture like nothing happened.
starry-eyed 