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Don’t like AO3′s content policies or the AO3 team’s decisions?

Go support eFiction. It’s an open-source community that has been working since 2003 to let fans create and run their own fanfiction archives, where they can set their own policies and create their own experiences.

AO3 is open source, but its architecture is so elaborate and intense that running even a small version of it would be pretty difficult and expensive for a hobbyist. It’s not realistic to say, “Just take the AO3 code and make your own!”

But you can say that about eFiction. When I was a teenager with a $5/mo webhosting plan, I could install and run my own eFiction archive to use with my friends. If a really dedicated fan, or a handful of fans, wanted to create their own website that they could moderate how they wanted, they could read up on coding, pool money for webhosting, and get their own eFiction site underway.

As a project, eFiction needs volunteers to help update the code (it started in 2003, remember; the internet has moved on) and to provide support to people who want to create and run their own archives. If you’re willing to show up and learn some new skills, you could make a difference.

ME RN!!

That Slow Fic Writer Feel When

You’ve been writing a fanfic for so long but never uploaded even a chapter, and then a major part of the canon changes and messes with your story and you’re in a kind of limbo of “do I rewrite large chunks of this so it makes sense now” and “do I upload this when it’s eventually finished and just hope that people ignore the fact that everything has changed since the point at which this story takes place and hope that I can explain it all in an author’s note”

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

bishova pizza date 🍕🍕🍕

Time for a bunch of Winnie the Pooh TikToks.

TikTok has banned LGBT content

I think some people might not know, so I’m spreading this, but TikTok has banned LGBT content.

For that reason, I’m not going to be reblogging TikTok videos anymore, and I encourage you to do the same.

I know it’s hard. TikTok felt like getting Vine back, but they’re scummy homophobic poo-poos and I feel like we should take a stand against that.

This post spoke to me, and if that doesn’t explain a few things.

gifted kid burnout things that no one seems to talk about:

the raw panic of hearing about your potential, positive or negative

a weird brand of imposter syndrome where you genuinely think you’ve fluked your way through every success and you’re gonna be Exposed as a Fraud

never having learned how to study and having no idea where to start now that you need to

reading college level books as a kid but being basically illiterate now

dismissing your struggles as irrelevant because other people have it harder and i should be smart enough to handle this

feeling like you’ve lost all control over your life (maybe manifesting into depression, anxiety and disordered eating in a grasp for control over something)

being unable to decide on a career path because you could have had everything, only to watch those opportunities disappear as you fail to commit

Air bud doesn't have anything on him

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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YES SIR! I cannot believe it.

you know?

MAKE THE PRINCESS HAPPY

Will we be able to reach the goal?