I’ve Come To The Harrowing Realisation That The Only Way To Write My Book Is To Write My Book

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

Petition to get Ao3 to remove this category.

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

Currently mourning the one follower that unfollowed me on tumblr, farewell solider :(

your hugs

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I hope you have a great day/night :>

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

They have the audacity to do this but won't suck the excessive amount of saliva in your mouth that's borderline choking you *tsks*

i forgot to post this but which one of you lame ass nerds works at my dentists old office

'One wip at a time' is great advice. I love it. I'm very good at it. I have, in fact, mastered it to a degree that I have turned it into a means of procrastination.