Defenestration

This

Can’t stop thinking bout this

So I have read several people complaining that they can't be expected to know the "unwritten rules" of fandom. So here's what I wish people knew:

Fanfiction is fiction.

Fictional people are not real.

Fictional people do not have rights.

Fictional people cannot be abused.

Reading or writing about something does not mean the desire to do or support it in the real world.

If I find art upsetting/triggering/disgusting/outraging/unpleasant/squicky/distressing/offensive, it is on me not to read it, not the creators and hosts to remove it.

Curate your own experience. The back buttons exist for a reason.

If you don't trust yourself to do that, get someone you trust to do it for you.

Fandom is an adult space. Adults create and own and host fandom spaces. If minors want to participate, then the onus is on them and their parents/guardians/trusted adults to ensure they participate appropriately, not on strange adults to stop being adults.

You often don't know the assault status or mental health status or neurotype or race or nationality or religion or gender or sexuality or age of a creator or consumer, and they do not have to disclose to you to justify their fantasy.

AO3 is not a safe space. It is not intended to be a safe space. Proceed accordingly.

Just because you don't like something or find it offensive doesn't mean it is a "problem" that "has to be dealt with".

Most characters in anime are not white.

There is no onus on you to reblog or share anything.

Everyone makes mistakes in fandom and is less than their best self sometimes.

Persistent pseudonyms encourage long term relationships.

Ship wars are stupid.

Someone else enjoying things does not impact on your own enjoyment of other things.

Tagging and warning is a courtesy, not a requirement. Assume any fic might contain untagged content.

Rating is an imprecise art, not a science.

Don't hassle IP creators.

Most people who are in fandom are hoping to make connections based on a shared passion.

Trying to profit from transformative fanworks puts us all at risk.

No one is obligated to share your head canon or fanon.

Being kind rarely fails to pay off.

It is okay to block and remove people who make your experience unpleasant. You don't have to placate them. (Learn from my mistakes).

Britpicking is a good thing.

You don't have to justify why you like a canon/pairing/trope/kink. Sometimes navel gazing is fun, but you don't have an obligation to explain yourself, especially to strangers. I share the overwhelming desire to refute an unfair accusation, but the people accusing you are rarely doing so in good faith, so you're batting a losing wicket.

I'm not your Mum. (Well, okay, a very few of you can call me Mum or Mom, but if you are one of them you already know who you are ❤️)

If you aren't mature enough to take responsibility for your online experiences, you aren't mature enough to be in fandom spaces.

I need inspiration for stories and oneshots. Please help. Give me your suggestions.

hey can we have some hurt/comfort for Finn please :)

sure you can. i’ve never wrote about Finn in a hurt/comfort way and there is definitely not enough of them out there. check the tags :)

cw: depression

i combined this with another ask:

Anon: hi, can we get 18. “Can I sit on your lap?” for O’Knutzy

characters by @lumosinlove

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Leo looked up as Finn shuffled into the room, brows furrowing at the sight of his boyfriend in his oversized sweats, bringing a smile to his face, eyes turning soft when he recognised they were his clothes.

“Hey sweetheart,” Leo smiled again when Finn’s eyes caught his, placing his book to the side, page marked. “You alright?”

Finn nodded distracted, hands pawing at the ends of his sweater, shifting on his feet. “I’m good,” he murmured, walking into the kitchen.

Leo’s frown deepened and he looked over his shoulder to where Finn was rummaging through the fridge, sighing and settling on just a drink instead of whatever food he was planning to go for. Leo was sure that there was enough food stacked inside unless the three of them had eaten all of it since yesterday, which they had not.

“You sure?” He tried again, turning his body fully to face him when he traipsed back into the room.

“Yeah,” he answered in between sips, eyes tired and body sagging slightly. “Can...Can I sit on your lap?” He asked quietly and Leo melted, opening his arms for him.

“Of course you can,” all the tension in Finn’s body seemed to drain out of him and he made a beeline for Leo, resting his head in the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply.

Leo carded his hand through his hair, noting the slight wetness to it and trailed it down to the back of his neck, scratching softly before bringing his head out of hiding. Finn’s face was pointed down, hands fiddling with the hem of Leo’s shirt and he reached out, stilling them.

“What’s going on, baby?” Finn shrugged, his eyes sad and Leo searched his face for any sign of what had happened, Finn’s arms moving to loop around his neck, shifting closer to him.

“I don’t know. Bad day,” his answers were short, concerning Leo even more, his talkative boyfriend gone, but he suppressed it, continuing to run his hand up and down his neck and side.

“Okay. Can I do anything?” He softly asked, catching him when he fell back into his arms. Leo didn’t ask what was wrong, Finn didn’t need that right now.

“Can you read to me?” His quiet voice was hidden in Leo’s chest but he heard it loud and clear, reaching over to the table to pick up his discarded book.

“Always. Do you want me to go from where I left off or start again?” He opened to where his bookmark was, keeping his thumb on the first page anyways, glancing down to the man on his chest.

“Wherever you want,” his voice was tired and Leo held back the sad noise that attempted to tear through the back of his throat.

“Okay,” he turned to the start, shifting so he was laying down, pulling Finn on top of him, pressing his head back down when he lifted it up, resting the book on the top of his back.

He started reading softly, the withered pages of their book curling every time they were turned, a crinkling noise the only other sound in the room besides Leo’s whispers and Finn’s slow breathing. He read slowly, allowing the words to wash over Finn, occasionally stopping when his boyfriend shifted. He didn’t read at the pace Finn was used to, having dealt with the effects of that once before, the words reaching him too quickly, echoing too loud in his head, from then on he was careful with the speed he chose and Finn would always tell him if he was going too fast. He knew it was helping when he instead told him to read faster and it wasn’t long before Finn would be talking more and more. That didn’t seem like it would be happening today, Finn keeping quiet.

He reached his bookmarked spot, pausing to reach over and grab the bottle of water on the side, tilting his head down to check on Finn, his expression softening at his sleeping face, his hand curled into his shirt. He put the book down, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over Finn’s shoulders, arms curling around him. He continued to run a hand through his hair, checking the clock on the wall. Logan should be home soon and he really should start on dinner. But he tightened his arms instead, relaxing further into the cushions.

It wasn’t often that Finn had bad days, not this bad anyways. Leo and Logan were often the targets of them, being reduced to quiet grunts and wordless replies. When he did have them though, they were bad. Leo was always worried when Finn became a shell of a person and he was never sure how to handle it properly. The first time he was there for one of Finn’s days, Logan was out with Sirius like he was now and Leo was the only one there when Finn woke up, immediately closed off and quiet. It took a lot of tears from both of them before Logan finally came home, having to calm down both of his boyfriends, settling them into bed before leaving to sort through takeaway menus and ordering them food.

After that Leo always knew what Finn needed and how to calm him and relax him when he had one of his days, even with Logan wasn’t there, which was rare. But he wasn’t today and Finn had been home alone for the majority of it while Leo was at goalie training. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for it. It was late, far too late when he noticed that Finn was feeling down and his bad days had hit and he hated that he had been left alone, stuck inside his head for the day. But he was here now and he could help and if falling asleep with his oldest boyfriend dozing on his chest while they waited for their other lover to return and order food, settling in with them was what Finn needed, then Leo sure as hell was going to give him it.

She truly holds all the knowledge of the universe

Sirius: oh look at that, I've been impaled.

Remus: WHAT!?!

Sirius: nothing.

Also Sirius: shit Lily quick get the needle out of my foot.

Lily: *laughing her ass off*

My school is setting up to be able to change names on the roll and my time table so I won't have to put up with my dead name.

But... It won't show up on my school report so it won't out me. I'm so fecking happy

mom Wtf do u mean brush your teeth, teeth doesnt even have hair

Idk I'm from Australia but I would feel safer with 'year 10 formal' or 'year 12 formal' than prom.

Probs not useful but there you go anyway

Is Prom a thing in the UK?? I’m writing a Marauders fic and I don’t know

But do any of us have any original ideas anymore tho