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so here's the thing. abandoning fics is good actually.

if you're a writer and you hate writing a thing? you can just stop. slap THE END? on the last chapter if you want to pretend like it's really finished, but mostly just free yourself from the prison of your own guilt. you're spending your valuable free time and mental space beating yourself up about a thing that was your choice to start writing in the first place. you decided to start making the thing, and you can also decide to give it up.

this also applies if you're a reader! starting a fic doesn't mean that you have to finish it. maybe the tags looked good. maybe the summary was intriguing. maybe you even liked the first couple of chapters. But if the story starts going in a direction that you don't like, if the author writes your favourite character in a way that doesn't vibe with you, if you just get bored with the premise and want something new, you're allowed to stop reading. Just because you sit down at the table with a whole entire cake doesn't mean you have to eat the whole thing. Sometimes you just want a little sliver, and that's just fine.

loving a story for a couple of chapters is still a lovely way to spend your time. get your enjoyment out of however much time you want to spend with it, and when that time stops being enjoyable allow yourself to move on.

falling out of love with something doesn't mean the love was never there. the love was there in the beginning, and it mattered, and it stays a part of you - even when it's not still there anymore.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

The Myth of Shooting Stars

Why do we believe stars falling from the sky have the power to grant wishes? The first stars to do so were not stars at all. Long ago, when stories told to us were the lives of people, setting the stones we have built society on, two lovers lived. A life in name only. Lavish homes were their prison, days therein - eternal sentence. The sun mocked them day after day with its perpetual slow dance across the sky. At night, they were free. Darkness reached stealthy fingers towards their cages, absolving them. The moon lit their way. Each day, they died a little. Each night, they lived for each other. Along hidden paths, round narrow corners, past walls which had eyes, out towards soft grass and trees which greeted them with a familiar embrace, hiding them from sight. Away, away, away… Breathless when they reached the end, palms clasped together in a slick hold, having met halfway. But they never settled, chasing one another and giving in too easy because life already had them running in circles, keeping them apart. When they did tumble among the grass, their listlessness prevailed, two chained souls unshackled. They always danced at the precipice, to the music of the wild sea below, in the light of a billion stars overhead. The water melted into the sky, as they melted together and became one, and the moon smiled at them. And still a traitorous light spread slowly, scaring away the stars, running off the moon. And the sea glistened, and the lovers stilled, soothing wrists with kisses where binds would soon retake their place. Their cursed circle. Closing. Until one night, when lips lingered, and fingers clutched with abandon. When tears streamed down cheeks, spilling despair onto earth. And a broken whisper threatened to send the cliff crumbling down into the treacherous shallow below. “I wish we could stay and behold the new day being born.” And hands fist in the shirt of the one who knows - knows and wishes too. “I wish we could lie and laugh at the Sun when he comes for us.” And their eyes meet, except they are no longer eyes but rather twinkling reflections of the Heavens above. And there, mirrored, is the wish shared between them. The wish to not only reflect the Heavens, but become one with them, fly across them. And the Light comes, and the moon hides, and the sky pales and makes the stars disappear. For the Sun is jealous of the stars and wants the sky for himself. There he is, dripping blood across the horizon, ready to take what he is owed. Except he is met with two bright stars laughing at him. And the stars are holding hands. And they fall. And they claim the Heavens as the sea claims them.