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Anonymous asked:

I never know how to approach fic writers outside of posting/messaging a “hey I love X! Keep up the great work”. but what I’d love is to pick my fav writer’s heads apart I want to know all of your thoughts from the mechanics of writing to just silly fandom brainrot. But like! I also firmly believe in a creator deserving privacy and stuff so I never know what a good in between is. I don’t want to be overly familiar and annoying.

you know what this is super fair! sometimes interacting can be very daunting, especially because via messaging it can sometimes be really hard determining tone/intention without the physical/vocal indicators and stuff. i am also the same way as a reader, though. wanting to pick apart an author's brain about what they were thinking when writing xyz scene.

really, the privacy stuff is a super easy thing to work around, so long as you're keeping comments/questions story centric, ya know? i think usually as long as you don't pop up and ask "hey what's your mum's maiden name" you're probably good lmfao.

still, I cannot speak for all writers, but here's some examples of some comments/questions/etc that i've really appreciated as an author, and maybe it's something you or other people who are nervous but want to leave more in depth comments/questions can work off of!!

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The creator of Phineas and Ferb sorting his M&Ms on tiktok bc that's just what he does. as a middle aged man.

its tagged Stimming and ADHD. "i dont know why [i sorted the M&Ms]" sure you didnt. Autistic ADHD man made a show of autistic ADHD characters.

Peer reviewed ADHD

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Dad! Price + pregnant! reader

John Price wasn’t a man prone to sentiment. But lately, he’d caught his son watching him with that quiet, studious expression that five year olds wore when they were trying to understand something big.

It started small. A look, a tilt of the head when John helped you ease onto the couch, one hand steady at your back, the other adjusting the pillows just right. Then came the little imitations—a small hand pressed to your knee when you sighed, a too-big glass of water pushed into your hands before you even asked for it.

Yeah. The boy was watching.

John saw it in the way his son trailed after him, his steps careful and deliberate, like he was trying to map out the rhythm of care he has always provided for you.

He didn’t just follow orders; he anticipated. When John pulled out a chair for you, the boy did the same at breakfast the next morning, brows drawn in concentration as he dragged the heavy thing across the floor. When John pressed a hand to your lower back in passing, the kid reached up later, tiny palm resting there for half a second before scampering off, satisfied with a smile that he made his mother feel comfortable.

And when you winced one evening, shifting uncomfortably, it was your son who slipped off the couch without a word, returning a minute later with one of your small heating pads from the bathroom. He set it down beside you, nudging it toward your hand before looking up expectantly.

John, sitting across from you, just huffed a quiet laugh.

Smart boy.

He didn’t tell him to do any of this. Didn’t have to.

The kid was simply learning straight from him. Picking up on the way his father moved around his mother, how he noticed things before you had to say them, how care wasn’t in grand gestures but in the easy, natural rhythm of love.

John caught his son’s eye, tilting his head just slightly. The boy straightened a little, waiting.

Good lad, he thought, with a small nod of approval.

He was going to turn out just fine.

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