my favorite kind of fanfics are “canon divergence” because it’s always like handing back a reviewed essay with comments like “I enjoyed the strong beginning but here is where you lost me, I’ve made some notes”
Speaking as the author of several, this combination of helpful, academic, and petty is exactly my motivation.
Also Tumblr: *adds a gay romance plot to every story*
Tumblr: It’s okay when we do it, because it appeals to our fetishes, even if we say it’s “because progressiveness!”
to be fair a lot of hetero romance feels forced as fuck, and if it wasnt literally everywhere i wouldnt have an issue with it. dont really watch movies but seeing actually healthy gay relationships is rare the times i do watch tv
a lot of women: we’re really tired of constantly seeing trite heteronormative bullshit romances shoehorned in to every piece of media, no matter how flat the female character or unappealing the male character, that never lets us forget our place as sexual accessories to men. also, a whole bunch of us are queer. also queer men are here too.
a lot of women: so we’re going to write our own romances that are actually hot and appealing as well as useful for exploring— or escaping— the various traumas and kinks we’ve picked up around living in a world that sees us as sexual accessories. relationships based on equality and friendship, or relationships that specifically foreground inequality and exploitation, are really hot and fun to examine in the context of a couple hundred thousand words of hardcore gay smut—
inevitable dudes: but this makes us uncomfortable! because you’re sexual accessories, your involvement with sex should be as a passive receiver, a subject, not an active agent, let alone a creator or an instigator. we’re going to make fun of you now until you stop.
a lot of women: it turns out that once you read a couple hundred thousand words of hardcore gay smut you get a lot harder to shame.
Finally gonna post these drawings LOL. Been working on them on and off for the past year or something crazy. Some snippits illustrated of my absolute favorite Tododeku fic,Sore Must Be the Storm!
Hot Take: Satan’s actual aim in “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” was to trick Johnny into committing the mortal sin of pride. Since he succeeded, the Devil gets his soul anyway. But enjoy your functionally useless golden fiddle for the next few decades, I guess.
Even hotter take: Johnny seems like the kind of cool and fun person who was going to go to hell for enjoying life to the fullest anyway, so all the Devil really achieved was a truly impressive self-own in the form of an immortal folk song commemorating Johnny absolutely destroying him in a fiddle duel, despite the fact that the Devil cheated by summoning an entire band of demons to back him up.
I would do a reincarnation!AU story
for that! And I would pick Boku no Hero Academia, and TodoDeku, because it’s
the only fandom I haven’t done Reincarnation!AU for at all (yet).
BONUS FIRST LINES:
Their last ending was a tragic one,
which is something Todoroki can’t stop thinking about this time around.
And it’s different, he knows it’s
different, because it’s a different era entirely. The whole of society is
different now, the hero-system is different now, there is a whole support
network for Heroes that just didn’t exist the last time they were alive.
But he keeps thinking about the
similarities, and he keeps getting caught up in those details.
The last time they were alive, they
were both heroes.
(Will always be heroes, Todoroki
thinks. It’s in Midoriya’s very nature. That won’t change, no matter how many
lifetimes they live.)
But it was when people were just
discovering they had Quirks, and more to the point, it was before Heroes knew
what they were doing. There was a kind of lawlessness in those times, and more
often than not, the villains were the ones with all the power.
They’d both died the last time. But
Midoriya had died first.
Todoroki thinks about that a lot
this time around, especially when Midoriya ends up in the hospital again.
A/N: Woo that turned into a mini-fic. That is
how much I love Reincarnation AUs. Aaand with that, I should be done with all
submitted fic titles! Huzzah!
Well, the beauty of fandom is that nobody’s voice is needed. Fandom doesn’t need my voice, if I stopped writing tomorrow there would be plenty of people to say anything I could have thought of saying, and then some. The nice thing about fandom is that we’re all here because we want to be here, and when we talk it’s because we want to say things.
So I think look at it this way instead: is there a story you need to tell? Is there something you need to say? Or even just want to say? Fandom can be as much about us as it is about the canon we’re writing for. What has always driven me in terms of fandom is that there’s a story in me that wants out, or I have something I want to say about the canon, and there’s no reason not to say it. That’s how I write – out of compulsion and desire. Those aren’t things anyone outside of me can inspire or control.
So I guess I write by making it about me, and not giving a crap whether the canon needs what I have to say. 😀 It takes a healthy ego sometimes, I admit. But that’s how I do it.
legos don’t need you to build a spaceship out of them, you do it because you feel like it. minecraft doesn’t need you to ride a pig. yarn doesn’t need you to turn it into a sweater. birds don’t need you to spot them with binoculars and look them up in the bird book. a hobby is something you don’t have to do, that you do because you feel like it.
is it FUN? i’ve poured hundreds of hours into fics that got maybe six reviews. but i had FUN. write for yourself, write the stories that YOU NEED. then it doesn’t matter if six people like it or if six hundred people like it. fandom should be fun because people deserve to have fun and you, specifically, right now, deserve happiness and satisfaction and to do enjoyable things just for the pleasure of enjoying them.
Keith doesn’t look up from where he’s gathering papers at
his desk. He takes a breath, but his response takes another moment still, and
when it comes it’s quiet like he’s scared they’ll be overheard, though it’s
after-hours and everyone else is long since gone to dinner or home. “I don’t
know. Away.”
Why would be a better question, but Shiro’s felt it for
weeks now, maybe months–a quiet discontent Keith would never voice.
just moving along like everyone else 