Thornfield Hall

The place where I can find my love(s).

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Anonymous asked: at this point you're just playing with us with not your fault but mine....i mean c'mon it's been well over a month

checkthemargins:

magicalrocketships:

There’s quite a large part of me that wants to yell FFS LEAVE ME ALONE at the internet, but I’ll settle for: when I get it back, I’ll post it.  

All right kiddos let’s bring it on in, time for a feelings circle.

You like that fic? You really, really, just really fucking like that fic? It touches your heart? Soothes your soul? Makes you feel a lot? That is great! Beautiful. The best feedback a writer can get.

Oh? It’s a work in progress? You’re clawing your face off pining for an update just as hard as Character A is pining for Character B? The wait between chapters is driving you mad? Inducing panic attacks? You can’t eat/sleep/think about anything else? You may actually die if it doesn’t update soon? Well then, I have only on piece of advice.

SUCK IT THE FUCK UP.

1. Fic writers aren’t getting paid. Their beta readers aren’t getting paid. The obligation to write fic is 0%. The obligation to update a WIP is 0%. There is no deadline. They owe you actually nothing.

2. Finding the author’s blog and sending a gentle query in regard to a fic update might not seem like an impolite thing to do and 99% of the time when taken as a single occurrence it’s absolutely not. Unfortunately the bigger picture is a lot more aggravating. if you’re feeling the desire to ask I can guarantee there are others who are too, and who have given in and done it. An inbox full of this question is really stressful.

3. Tumblr and the ability to send anonymous asks has clearly given people the confidence to air their entitlement publically and, as the ask above suggests, air their delusions that the writer’s motivation for not posting/updating fic is actually all about them.

I don’t know where anyone ever got the idea that new chapters of fanfiction are being hoarded like dragon gold by writers who are laughing maniacally at the peasants fic-starved and dying in the streets. There is no logic in this place. It’s safe to assume that if you are upset that a fic hasn’t updated in a while, then I can guarantee the author is equally as upset, if not moreso because they’re struggling to write it. There are nine busgillion reasons that a fic may not have updated and none of them have to do with wanting to make readers suffer. More often than not the author wants to post the new chapter just as much as you want to read it.

Not to be all “back in my day” here, but y’know, back in my day we suffered our irrational entitlement re: fic we want to be updated in silence on public forums like civilized people. So like, check yourself.

4. If you can’t handle WIPs that aren’t guaranteed to update regularly then don’t read them until they’re done, or at all if they’re never finished. Just don’t even click the link. It really is that simple.

5. Passive-aggressive (and just aggressive) asks badgering for updates make me feel a lot like I feel when someone tailgates me: they piss me off and there’s a 100% chance that I will slow down to 5mph just out of spite. Bullying is, shockingly, not real motivating.

6. What IS motivating? Comments! Discussion! If you want to engage an author don’t do it through asks about updates. Leave constructive feedback, ask questions about the fic, tell them how it made you feel or what it means to you or what worked for you or didn’t work for you. I personally can attest that a thoughtful comment or ask constructive criticism has gotten me from a place where I can’t even get a full sentence out to sitting down and writing ten thousand words in one go, and when I’m really into a fic I will leave thousands of words rambling in a comment which is incredibly cathartic for me and hopefully makes the author of this fic I love so much happy that they’ve written it. Readers often catch things writers may not have thought of that can be incredible breakthroughs in a block, and equally as often sheer euphoria at receiving an awesome comment can rekindle inspiration to write. READERS, WE WEILD AMAZING POWER, LET’S NOT USE IT FOR EVIL.


TL;DR - Q: When will the next chapter of this fic be posted? A: When it’s done, bro.

Filed under the very reason I don't write chaptered fics my laziness knows no bounds

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bleep0bleep:

yijitumbles:

Dedicated to bleep0bleep because she’s an absolute angel who always spreads good cheer by writing people little adorable wonderful ficlets and gosh, every time I read something she writes it makes my face do goofy things ♥

Just imagine Derek getting stuck in his wolf form and having none of his human inhibitions and stuff, but his wolf still remembers his crush on Stiles so he cuddles Stiles’ hoodie and gets stuck in it because the scent is so comforting, and all the other werewolves are like ehehehheehe and stiles is like ????

Yeah, I love drawing Wolf!Derek a lot. (look out for this coming out on a mug soon at my Society6 store!)

"So what is it…he just can’t shift back?" Stiles asks, as the wolf bounds out of Scott’s mom’s car, making a straight headline for— wow, that’s interesting. Stiles pets Derek’s fur awkwardly as Derek noses at Stiles’ knees, sniffing happily.

"Yeah," Scott says. "The witch got him stuck in this wolf form. It’ll be awhile, but Deaton said the spell will wear off."

Derek’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and he pants excitedly, and then jumps up and licks Stiles right on the face. “Um, did they do something else to him too? I kind of thought Derek as a wolf might just like, brood wolfily in a corner or something.” 

Scott sighs. “I think the spell was supposed to remove all your inhibitions and defenses, take all the fight out of you I guess. They were aiming it at me and Derek pushed me out of the way.” 

"Ah," Stiles says.

"Watch him for awhile, he’s really vulnerable right now," Scott says. "I need to go find the rest of the coven before they do anything worse."

Scott heads back to the car, and Stiles yells after it, “What am I supposed to do, play fetch?” 

Derek runs into the house, yipping gleefully. 

He’s everywhere, a black furry ball of motion, sniffing everything excitedly, running up the stairs and then back down, circling around Stiles’ legs until Stiles follows him to his bedroom. Derek leaps onto Stiles’ bed, rolling around, tongue hanging out.

"You look absolutely ridiculous," Stiles tells him, and Derek just pants, mouth hanging open in a wolfy grin. 

Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie is on the bed from where he chucked it off earlier, and Derek noses at it, making a delighted noise, and then rubs his face against it, his head pushing it. Stiles watches in amazement as Derek — there’s really no other word for it— cuddles his hoodie, rolling around with it, contentment written all over his furry face. Somehow Derek manages to get inside of it, head poking out of the hood and he just looks so pleased with himself. 

"This is just too cute, man," Stiles says, grabbing his phone to take a picture. He’s going to want all the evidence he can get of this ridiculousness.  

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