reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

Had to share this here because you're right and you should say it. It's incredible how many people came out of the woodwork as soon as AO3 was down and suddenly had no compunctions at all about screaming how much they love and need fanfic--on the AO3 twitter. Is it so much harder to do in the comment section?

At this point I don't care anymore if people call me entitled or think I'm out of line. If fanfic is so meaningful to you that you cannot go half an hour without, let alone 24h, then you can get over yourself long enough to write a fucking comment. No excuses.

"writing comments is hard and scary" yeah well GUESS WHAT so is writing fanfics. fandom as a community is dying, because it is instead treated as a COMMODITY, a CONSUMER PRODUCT. We're not asking for much. We're asking for a CONNECTION. We don't want to sell, we want to share.

You've shown your hand. You've admitted you cannot live without us. Now ACT LIKE IT. Go write a fucking comment.

I was absolutely at a loss without AO3. I have been trying to comment more anyway because it's such an easy way for me to say thanks to the people who put their stuff out there, for free, daily. I read for at least 2 hours a day, probably even more at weekends or when I'm gripped by a new enthralling fic. The bare minimum I can do is take 2 minutes to comment. After that first kudos I try to respond to a new chapter with a comment so the writer knows that someone is paying attention, that there is an ongoing interest in their efforts. Fandom needs community. Community needs communication. Say thanks. Say it made you laugh or smile, or it distracted you from grim reality for a while.

Just don't do negative or selfish comments.

Any positive comments I get at this point are shiny treasures because I get so few between the 30+ fics on my account.

Positive comments will fill my writing soul with the fuel it needs to push onward… otherwise I am literally running on fumes of this gifted kid burnout high I’ve been riding all my life…

For real though, show your love for the stories you love! It does wonders for the author and the community~

Gifted Kid Fist Bump.

In the 1980s, I'm not even sure the term Twice Exceptional existed. My parents and teachers saw that I wanted to be a published urban fantasy novelist and they encouraged me.

Nobody except my mom and like two teachers thought I was autistic and ADHD. But everyone thought my stories were "ahead of their time" - and suddenly twenty years after I wrote the novel, things like computer tablets exist in the exact way I imagined them in 1999.

So, as I edit the book to be more "next year" rather than "next century" I write fanfiction on AO3 and hope for comments that can keep inspiring.

guard dog ૮ • ﻌ - ა !

leon's grip on your hand was excruciatingly tight as you walked around the dimly lit streets until you pointed it out to him. he was too hyper focused on the surrounding environment to realize he'd been hurting you.

"sorry." leon muttered huskily, voice still quiet as he kept analyzing the area around the two of you.

you'd insisted on getting some food to go from a nearby diner - you couldn't help that you always craved midnight snacks. leon refused to let you go without his side, not that you'd complain - what else could you want from your muscular boyfriend besides him being overprotective? he could put those big arms to work keeping you safe.

leon appeared more anxious than you. he'd seen a lot during his time on the field, so it was only natural that he'd be super protective of you and wary of your guys' surroundings.

you continued to walk happily by his side, feeling safe with your big scary boyfriend by your side to protect you.

leon noticed a guy walking on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, he was dressed in all black, super suspicious. leon stood up straighter and kept you closer to him all while puffing out his chest and squinting at the guy, giving him a death glare. it was the equivalent to a dog baring its teeth and growling when feeling threatened.

the guy looked back down at the sidewalk, avoiding your gaze, walking away with his tail tucked between his legs.

you could walk out at night in peace now with your boyfriend acting as your personal little guard dog .ᐟ (˶>⩊<˶)

“why do you ship them? I thought the ship wasn’t canon?” bro we’re talking about fictional characters, who don’t actually exist in real life, from a media that focuses solely on fictional events that are not real either. so what if these two made-up characters didn’t kiss in their source material? they have lots of nasty gay sex on archive of our own and thousands of novel length slow burn enemies to lovers fics written about them. the fanon content at this point far exceeds the whole canonical franchise. the problem isn’t “it’s not canon” the problem is that you don’t allow yourself to let go of canon and enjoy the wonder of fan contents that are just as good / valid

Manifesting....

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morning cuddles ₊˚⊹ᰔ

leon's arms are lazily draped around your body, but his muscles still manage to keep you trapped against his body. the sun peaked curiously through the small gaps of the blinds.

leon wasn't trying to cling to you this desperately, but he couldn't help himself when he was this drowsy. his icy blue eyes could barely stay open for long as he shifted in bed, pulling your body even closer for warmth. his eyelids fluttered shut again once he was finally comfortable.

he's always unusually clingy in the morning. it's uncharacteristic of him to let you see him so vulnerable and needy. but he can't help but soften in the morning when he's too sleepy to bother putting up an act.

and he just feels so safe around you, he doesn't care how puppy-ish he feels spooning you and snuggling up to you for warmth. he trusts you to not judge him, so he continues to bury his face in your chest, occasionally letting in shallow inhales to take in your scent.

you squirm a bit when he accidentally cradles you with his biceps too tightly. he'll pull back slightly and soften his clasp on you, quietly mumbling an apology in his raspy morning voice before drifting back to sleep.

his hand periodically sweeps up and down your spine, feeling on the fabric of the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, before he dozes off again.

leon sleeps in longer than you. he's always had trouble falling asleep at night which caused him to be more of a night owl than an early bird. even when the sunlight gleams down onto his pillow and on his face, illuminating his blonde hair, he can't manage to make himself get up. the warmth of the blankets, your body, and now the sunlight makes him even cuddlier.

after some time of being awake, you try to leave the bed and start your day. leon's eyes flutter open and he lets out a tiny yawn. he stretches a bit as he clings to your arm.

"getting up so early..?" he pouts. he speaks again before you can reply. "just... five more minutes?" he asks you, giving you puppy eyes as he looks up at you through his eyelashes.

you know he'll keep begging you to stay longer in bed with him until he's fully awake if you agree. but you can't bring yourself to deny him.

"of course, baby.." you reply quietly as you slide back in bed beside him, your fingers moving to brush through his hair.