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my most popular fics to date and people wonder why fic authors leave this platform. so let me break it down for you:

likes do nothing. not a single goddamn thing except say "hey, I've seen this post". that's the extent of it.

replies don't spread the word, BUT they are a great place to leave feedback AFTER you've reblogged a fic

reblogs w commentary in the tags are literally one of the best things you can do

reblogs w comments attached are the other best thing you can do

if you don't reblog, our work doesn't get shared; surprise, but we don't post just to let our work sit there and collect dust

outright telling authors how a fic made you feel, what you liked about it, etc KEEPS US GOING! it doesn't even have to be a long paragraph, it can be "I loved X bc of Y!" or a fucking bunch of emojis!

you should be reblogging fic

if you're too shy to leave comments on them - make a different account just for reblogging fic! use the anon ask feature! send a DM!

to put it plainly: if you want fanfic authors to keep posting what they've written - FUCKING REBLOG IT AND GIVE US FEEDBACK

I just want to shut everyone out and hibernate forever. but I can’t. I have to be there for my friends. I have to get through school. I have to work hard for my future. I have to be with my family.

I can’t escape life cuz I’m too scared, no matter how much i want to.

I can’t cry for the rest of my days.

I can’t run away from everything I’ve ever known.

And that kills me on the inside. And I wish it just killed me in general, because this pain is too much.

Too much to bare.

Too much to cope with.

Too much for me.

And I don’t know how to get through it.

But I will. I have to. And I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.

I guess I’ll find out.

I have an aroace best friend, and she’s still not sure because her own mother tells her that that doesn’t exist, and that she’ll find someone. It pisses me off so much. AROACE people are valid. If someone told her otherwise, even in lgbtq+ spaces, she’d probably say she was wrong, because its taken her a while to come to terms with it. I can’t imagine Bella’s situation, and I’m sorry she went through that. Anyone who doesn’t believe Aros and Aces are valid and queer can get off my page.

I wanna tell you guys a story,

Not too long ago, my friend Bella came out as aromantic to me, and now I’ve got some things to say.

I was the one who told her what aromantic means, because I was explaining different sexual orientations to her. I remember saying, “Asexualiy is when you have romantic attraction, but no sexual attraction.”

Bella immedently, without missing a beat, asked, “Is there an opposite to that?”

I asked what she meant, and she asked if there was a term for sexual attraction but no romantic attraction. I told her about aromantics. She got weirdly quiet, then excused herself.

Not two weeks later I was heading to my boat. I was supposed to meet Bella and another one of our muteral friends there for a day of fishing.

As soon as I was in earshot, I saw Bella storming off the boat, and our other friend standing there like an idiot. Boi had no idea what was happening.

Anyway, Bella isn’t looking where she’s going and walks smack dab into me. That’s when I realized she was crying. Puffy red eyes, wet cheeks, the whole nine yards… And if you know anything about Bells, she does not cry. Ever.

She’s been through some serious crap in her life, and she does not cry. She’s tough as nails. Bella has a steel core. She does not not cry. I’ve seen her fall off a roof and break her arm before, not a single tear. I can’t stress this enough, Bella. Doesn’t. Cry.

So seeing her in tears shook me. I took her by the shoulders and escorted her somewhere more private where we could talk. We ended up in the women’s restroom, which was weird as fuck for me, because haven’t been in a woman’s rest room for years. Luckily it was empty, and I’m realistic, I know I don’t pass so well, so I don’t think anyone would have said anything anyway.

Before I can even ask her what’s wrong she hugs me around my middle and burys her face in my hoodie. Then, in a voice I can only describe as traumatized, she says, “I think I’m broken.”

I’ve never seen her in so much pain, and Bella and I are CLOSE. She’s one of my dearest friends. She’s like my little sister, but if she’s like my sister, our other muteral friend is like her twin. He and Bella have know each other WAY longer, they’re practically inseparable. They come as a pair. They’re a duo. They’re a package deal.

Appearently, said muteral friend asked Bella out and forcefully kissed her. She shoved him off, and told him she’s aromantic, which she only recently figured out. She wasn’t ready to be out, but this muteral friend left her no choice. She tried telling him no, and he didn’t listen. Bella saw no other option.

Quote on quote, this is what he said to Bella. “That’s okay. You just haven’t dated me yet. We’ve been like, unofficially together for years. You’re probably just freaked out that it’s finally going somewhere.”

After that I’m not 100% clear on what happened, but apparently Bella kept saying no Nd trying to explain herself, but he kept insisting he could ‘fix her.’

Eventudally she started crying and stormed away. That’s when I found her.

Keep in mind, this was her first experience coming out, and her best, closest friend insisted he could fix her and forcefully kissed her. I found out later he also implied corrective rape would ‘solve the problem.’

Bella was traumatized. She’s still traumatized. I tried to make her feel better by buying her an aro pride shirt, and taking her go a local LGBTQ+ hang out. I wanted her to be around like minded people, so she could see she wasn’t broken, and her identity deserved to be respected.

Instead of a warm, welcoming environment… The first thing someone said to her was, “This place is for REAL lgbt people. You don’t belong here.” He also implied she wasn’t human.

Just think about that for a minute. Her first experiences with being an out aromantic have been limited to;

A person she trusted more than anyone forcing himself upon her, claiming she was ill, and needed to be fixed. (Raped.)

Sobbing in my arms in the women’s restroom because she thought she was broken and defective.

Being told she wasn’t welcomed in LGBTQ+ spaces and called inhuman.

This isn’t what I want for her. Bella deserves better than this. She needs a support system, not all this crap. I’ve spent the past week trying to undo all the damage exclusionists, arophobes, and people she trusted did.

Aromantics and asexuals belong in the LGBTQ+ community. You literally cannot change my mind.

don’t belive this, don’t be on my blog

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what- no i didn’t say anything- *pain*

This is so amazing!

OK

@zoeconstellation mentioned how no one shipped leoxpercy (lercy? peo?) and i said it was because they have like 2 canon interactions.

SO

this got me thinking that the two could actually be really good friends. which led to this (under the break):

Keep reading

This quite possibly may be one of the best things I have ever read. I love it!!!

Felinette with some cute fluff about height differences?

[Send me Felinette prompts/requests!]

Height differences were nothing new to the class.

Ivan was practically towering over Mylene and Alya was a bit taller than Nino.

The difference between these couples and Marinette and Felix, was that in most cases, the shorter party was patient and understanding and the taller party was helpful and humble, whereas with Marinette and Felix... they were Marinette and Felix.

“Get off your lazy butt and help me!” She shrieked while she jumped at a shelf.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng!” The librarian glared at her after she overcame the initial wincing. “This is a place of silence!”

“Sorry.” She gave an apologetic smile.

The minute the librarian turned her back, Marinette was glaring at Felix again.

“Help.” She demanded in a harsh whisper.

“Hmm... no.”

She growled before stomping off to grab a stool, and practically slammed it on the ground when she got back.

“You know, I could help you with that, Mari.” Kim commented, looking up from his comic book.

Marinette jumped down from the stool, forgetting the book entirely. She came close to Kim’s face, her face full of malice and practically hatred.

“Do you think I’m desperate?” She hissed. “That I need help to get a book off of a shelf?”

Kim was quivering now. “N-no ma’am.”

She leaned back, appeased. “I thought so.”

—

Then there was the incident where Alya went to her house to chill and hang out, and found Marinette crouching on top of her fridge, looking down at Felix who was expertly dodging everything she threw at him.

“WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW, YOU HEATHEN?”

“Netta, please...” Felix caught an airborne pan and placed it on the counter.

“DON’T YOU ‘NETTA’ ME, DWARF!”

Alya stood there for a minute or two before backing out of the room and sending the video to the group chat.

Alyabug: Im getting a little worried for Felixs safety here...

—

At this point, the entire class was surprised that the two were still dating. They had all just assumed Felix would have been murdered by now.

Their assumptions seemed correct when they entered the classroom and they were greeted with Marinette standing on a chair, in front of Felix, who was backed into a corner.

Both of her hands were on the wall, keeping Felix from fleeing for his life.

The group was frozen in fear for Felix life; Marinette leaned in and the class did too, expecting to hear a witty quip before she began her attack.

What they weren’t expecting was Marinette whispering, almost shyly, “You look nice today.” Before kissing him on the nose.

“It seems I will have to rethink my hypothesis.” Max adjusted his glasses before typing something on his phone.

—

Now, the class had no idea what to think about Marinette and Felix’s relationship.

Then, something unimaginable happened.

Ms. Bustier asked for the photo binder.

The photo binder that held every class picture they had ever been in; the photo binder that was on the top of the highest shelf in the school.

And Ivan was home sick.

Ms. Bustier went out in search of a ladder and the class was left to their own devices.

Felix was, as usual, was reading a book as the class gossiped and joked.

It had been about a half an hour since Ms. Bustier had left in search of a ladder, when Felix slammed his book shut and grabbed Marinette by the hand.

He lead her to the shelves and let go of her and in favor of placing both of his hands on the shelves.

The class watched as he visibly tensed up and then nodded to Marinette.

Despite never exchanging a word with him, Marinette knew exactly what Felix wanted her to do and she took a deep breath before scaling Felix like a jungle gym until she was standing on his shoulders and reaching for the binder.

Once she had it in her hands, she bent her knees just slightly before rocketing into the air and landing in Felix’s awaiting arms.

The class was rioting. Alya screamed into her phone to all of her blog viewers. Nino fainted. Max started reciting the digits of pi.

It was utter chaos when Ms. Bustier opened the door to a particularly rowdy class with wide eyes, Marinette and Felix leaning over the binder to discuss the proper pictures for the class scrapbook and an unconscious Kim. (He had passed out in awe.)

That week, the class learned a very important lesson; never question Marinette and Felix’s relationship, they may be odder than the average height-differing couple, but they had a closeness that no one else would ever understand.

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