On Fanfiction

shadesofmauve:

I was cruising through the net, following the cold trail of one of the periodic “Is or is not Fanfic the Ultimate Literary Evil?” arguments that crop up regularly, and I’m now bursting to make a point that I never see made by fic defenders.

We’re all familiar with the normal defenses of fic: it’s done out of love, it’s training, it’s for fun. Those are all good and valid defenses!

But they miss something. They damn with faint praise. Because the thing is, when you commit this particular Ultimate Literary Evil you’ve now told a story. And stories are powerful. The fact that it wasn’t in an original world or with original characters doesn’t necessarily make it less powerful to any given reader.

I would never have made this argument a few years ago. A few years ago I hadn’t received messages from people who were deeply touched by something I wrote in fanfic. So what if it’s only two or three or four people, and I used someone else’s world and characters? For those two or three or four people, I wrote something fucking important. You cannot tell me that isn’t a valid use of my time and expect me to feel chastened. I don’t buy it. I won’t feel ashamed. I will laugh when you call something that touches other people ‘literary masturbation.’ Apparently you’re not too up on your sex terminology.

Someone could argue that if I’d managed the same thing with original characters in an original world, it could’ve touched more people. They might be right! On the other hand, it might never have been accepted for publication, or found a market if self published, and more importantly I would never have written it because I didn’t realize I could write. The story wouldn’t have happened. Instead, thanks to fanfic being a thing, it did. And for two or three or four people it mattered. When we talk about defending fanfic, can we occasionally talk about that?

(via befitandchase)


Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

befitandchase:

twobirdsonesong:

Here’s the thing.

I read a lot of scripts.  A lot.  From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies.  Features and pilots.  Specs and treatments.

And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff.  It’s more inspired.  It’s more compelling.  It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt.  It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful.  It’s smart and thoughtful and good.  It’s novel-quality.  Better than, sometimes.

Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.

So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good.  You’re good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  You’re better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it.   You’ve already started.

And you’re more talented than you might think.

I felt compelled to reblog this because we’ve all had our hard times when it comes to fan fiction, and seeing someone so high up on the food chain praising fan fiction writers as being better that movie script writers, it doesn’t make me feel as bad as I used to. It makes me feel almost… empowered. It makes me want to get back into the game. It reminds me that there is some pretty awful crap out there and that most of us surpass that by leaps and bounds.

So, read this, then reread it if you have to. Let what this person has to say sink in. Because when it does, you’ll feel so much better about your writing.


Anonymous:
Olicity au: blind date

befitandchase:

freaoscanlin:

Pink Drinks and Pick-Up Linesrated PG-13 for sexiness and some swearing. No warnings. Felicity notices a guy brooding at a bar. Things get fun.

((A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. — Jean de La Fontaine))

By her estimation, it took her half of a pink martini (her first, since math seemed important whenever alcohol was involved) to notice Broody Guy. How she missed him before that was a little bit of a mystery because he was only two stools away and he was kind of a big guy. Big in an “I work out” way, not in a “I eat nachos for every meal not-that-there’s-anything-wrong-with-that” way. He leaned forward with his elbows on the bar, hands clasped together in front of a whiskey, and she entertained the thought that his face would look so much more handsome without the frown.

She didn’t say that aloud because while it was annoying, at least her habit of splashing everything in the vicinity with far too many words had some sense of self-preservation. Instead, she finished the pink martini and wondered what he was brooding about.

He didn’t touch the whiskey, not once. He didn’t look up or check his watch or play with his phone, so he either wasn’t waiting for somebody to arrive or he was just one of those incredibly rare patient people. Felicity was not one of those people. She also hated mysteries and by the middle of her second pink martini, Broody Guy was becoming a little bit too big of an enigma.

So she turned to him and said the first thing that came to mind: “I’m sorry, sir, you’re going to have to leave.”

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This… This… I can’t even… OMG… SO WONDERFUL! Ack! I absolutely ADORED reading this! Totally made up for the cry fest I had this morning. THANK YOU! You’ve made my day!

This. Love it. Plus bonus Sara x Felicity friendship pairing that I adore!!


Katholine for Alyssa

jomosfamilyjewels:

idiot—wind:

jomosfamilyjewels:

Warning! F/F Smut.

I know, right? Ashley writing femslash…weird. I thought so too, and then I found it to be quite refreshing and different than what I usually write.Also a bit of a challenge. Plus I wanted to give Alyssa something fun to read.

So…click the Read More. Ya know, if you’re into this sort of thing…or if you’re like me and Heteroflexible fabulous. (really need to find the person who coined that term)

Enjoy!

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I can’t believe someone wrote f/f femslash for me to read.

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*Heavy breathing*


An open note to readers of fanfic

befitandchase:

emmagrant01:

Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.”  And I close the window and go do something else.

But every now and then I get an amazing, heartfelt, beautiful comment from someone who loved something I wrote, and it reminds me that, at least for that one person, I did write something worthwhile. And so I open the window again and I write one sentence, and then another, and then I start to find my way again.

So on behalf of all fanfic writers everywhere, I want to say thank you, thank you so much, to all of the readers who take the time to leave a comment and tell us that something we wrote mattered to you, that it brightened your day or made you laugh or cry or get horny or whatever.

Please don’t think we’re ever bothered by your comment, or that we don’t want to hear it, or that what you have to say isn’t important enough. It means so, so much. And on some days, it’s what keeps us going.

Because it needs to be said, especially on days like today.


bigbardafree:

I don’t think you guys understand how much I love fanfiction cliches in my smut. I love them so much. I could read a hundred stories where two characters get locked in a small space or have to share body heat or get caught in a rainstorm and have to take off wet clothes. I’m being completely genuine when I say that I live for smut fanfiction cliches.

(via oberynmatell)


interruptedbyanal:

lmao people mock fanfiction but when u think about it some people manage to create novel-length stories that are extremely well written without getting paid and they do it on top of school and work and everything else in their lives just because they love to write and they love the original story or the people they write about like im pretty sure that’s more productive than being the person who is just sat there laughing at it all

(via malphoys)


seducingstiles:

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olicity fanfiction: broken written by chasethewind
» The moments when we are at our weakest and most vulnerable are the moments when we need those that mean the most to us. Sometimes just knowing someone is there to help you through the pain gives you the strength to pull through. She became the strength he needed when life felt hopeless.

(via seducingstiles-deactivated20140)


sarcasticfina:

Title: Until I wrap myself inside your arms (I cannot rest)Series: If I Were a Better Man [Part 3 of 3]Graphic made by: dhfreakCategory: ArrowGenre: Romance/Drama/HumorShip: Felicity/OliverChapter Rating: PG-13/TeenOverall Rating: NC-17/ExplicitNotes: This is a sequel to a story based on an AU idea where Felicity and Oliver met before he was stranded on the island; it’s pretty important that you read that too or you’ll be confused.Word Count: 6,071Summary: Oliver Queen has returned from an island of purgatory to avenge a city in need of justice. Finding balance in his life is made all the more difficult with a book of names to strike off and a remarkable woman to convince he’s worth her time. Fighting crime as the Hood keeps him busy, but getting Felicity to fall in love with him? Now that’ll take a whole new level of dedication.Previous: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two,
Preview:

"You’re home late."
[Oliver] nodded. “Errands.”
[Felicity] quirked an eyebrow. “Really? And what kind of errands can you even get done this late at night?”
He blinked. “There’s a 24 hour Laundromat on King and 2nd.”
Tipping her head to the side, she offered an amused, and completely unconvinced, smile. “So at eleven o’clock at night, you decided to drop by a 24 hour Laundromat…?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes.”
"With what clothes?"
"They’re still there."
"So you brought clothes to a Laundromat, despite the fact that you have a perfectly good washer and dryer here, not to mention paid staff to wash them, and then just… left them there…? Because, I know it’s been five years, but most Laundromats that are open overnight don’t have people who switch the clothes over for you, and if they do, they’re probably going to steal them before you come back."
His lips twitched. “So you’re saying my favorite argyle sweater has been stolen.”
"Argyle, huh?"
"I’m a man of mysterious taste."
She laughed, shaking her head. “Clearly.”

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sarcasticfina:

Title: Until I wrap myself inside your arms (I cannot rest)
SeriesIf I Were a Better Man [Part 3 of 3]
Graphic made by: dhfreak
Category: Arrow
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Ship: Felicity/Oliver
Chapter Rating: PG-13/Teen
Overall Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Notes: This is a sequel to a story based on an AU idea where Felicity and Oliver met before he was stranded on the island; it’s pretty important that you read that too or you’ll be confused.
Word Count: 6,071
Summary: Oliver Queen has returned from an island of purgatory to avenge a city in need of justice. Finding balance in his life is made all the more difficult with a book of names to strike off and a remarkable woman to convince he’s worth her time. Fighting crime as the Hood keeps him busy, but getting Felicity to fall in love with him? Now that’ll take a whole new level of dedication.

PreviousPrologueChapter OneChapter Two,

Preview:

"You’re home late."

[Oliver] nodded. “Errands.”

[Felicity] quirked an eyebrow. “Really? And what kind of errands can you even get done this late at night?”

He blinked. “There’s a 24 hour Laundromat on King and 2nd.”

Tipping her head to the side, she offered an amused, and completely unconvinced, smile. “So at eleven o’clock at night, you decided to drop by a 24 hour Laundromat…?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

"With what clothes?"

"They’re still there."

"So you brought clothes to a Laundromat, despite the fact that you have a perfectly good washer and dryer here, not to mention paid staff to wash them, and then just… left them there…? Because, I know it’s been five years, but most Laundromats that are open overnight don’t have people who switch the clothes over for you, and if they do, they’re probably going to steal them before you come back."

His lips twitched. “So you’re saying my favorite argyle sweater has been stolen.”

"Argyle, huh?"

"I’m a man of mysterious taste."

She laughed, shaking her head. “Clearly.”

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