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it's okay for me to throw stones my house is made of much sturdier glass

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We write for ourselves, but we post for others.
(this came out of a conversation in the comments on a previous post about an author threatening to stop updating a fic because of lack of engagement)
So there’s this idea that fic writers should write for themselves and not care too much about stats or engagement,
and i totally get the sentiment behind that. if writing becomes entirely about stats and external validation, something important does get lost - creative freedom and joy, conviction in your own writing
but i also think:
“i write for myself, but i post for others.”
because posting fic is not only self-expression. it’s social. ao3 is called an archive, but emotionally it often functions as a community space.
people post for connection, for participation, for others to bear witness to their pain and trauma and grief,
and i don’t think most people are asking to be admired so much as acknowledged. there’s something deeply human about wanting another person to encounter something that mattered to you and go:
“ok, yeah, I see what you were trying to say. I see you.”
especially because fanfic is often people processing very real feelings through fictional characters at a safe distance, one step removed,
and then uploading that deeply personal thing into a shared archive and hoping somebody else might connect with it.
And i think that’s why it hurts so much when you summon up the courage and post a fic into the void and you get nothing back,
and then it’s like,
does anyone see me? does anyone even care?
in the late hours of the evening, i yearn for her… (texas)
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what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.

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how I sleep knowing as a fanfic writer who writes for herself and her own enjoyment first and foremost, I have the power and the freedom to write whatever I want however I want forever
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palimpsest, ch 7: Knight of New Alara
“I understand doors are a relatively new concept for you-“ Liliana drawls, her luminous eyes flickering over to where Elspeth is standing in the doorway, “- but it is customary to knock when entering someone’s bedroom.” Her plush lips curl. “I could have been indecent.” “Funny.” Elspeth comes to stand in front of her. “I thought you had already committed your indecency for the evening.”
so many inappropriate thoughts and it’s 7am
the girl who won’t grow up
seeing all the leaked screencaps of the aged up gaang got me thinking about yue </3
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basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg

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