I Write For Myself Not For Comments But Dear God Getting Comments Does So Remind Me Of The Joy Of Writing

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

Me: I'm writing for myself, I started this fanfic for myself, and because I have a passion for writing

Also me: *doesn't get new comments in a week* Fuck, I should just quit right now

Hi everyone.

This is a PSA for everyone who reads my works on Ao3: they have been locked down and are now available to registered Ao3 users only.

Ao3 has been scraped again.

My writing is mine. It might be self-indulgent slop, but it is MINE. And if some scraper thinks they can simply just take my self-indulgent slop from me without a fight, they've got another thing coming.

Fuck scrapers. Fuck ChatGPT. Fuck AI. Fuck them all, and fuck them for making it so that I don't feel safe keeping my works open for guest readers to enjoy.

This frame is the funniest thing to me, everyone is just so tired of Charlie’s shit.

Neil probably wants to punch him in the face, Todd’s straight up exasperated, Meeks is pretending he isn’t there and Knox doesn’t even know what the fuck is going on anymore

7pm and It’s still not completely dark outside, war is over

Art isn't in the tools, material, equipment you use. It's in the way you see the world.

— Rick Rubin

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

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