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moera6 · 6 months
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Why can friends break your heart so devastatingly? People talk about their heartbreak after a relationship ends. There are countless songs and tips about it. The big difference is, the ending of a relationship usually offers some kind of closure. The people who end their relationship at least have to let the other person know that it's over. Whereas a friend can just stop talking to you and that's it. No way to know if they just don't have the time at the moment. If they don't want to talk to you anymore because of something you did. If the friendship is really over or is there something left worth fighting for. And how are you supposed to move on if you don't know if it's really over? It's been over two years already and I still think about you. Your "I will always answer your messages" just a few months before your last message still breaks my heart. Because I believed it. I clung to it even when it was obvious that trust was misplaced. So now I'm left here, still hurting, not knowing when/if I can trust someone on that level again. And you were "just a friend", no romantic feelings involved, and still you broke my heart
04/10/21
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moera6 · 2 years
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When I started reading fics, readers would save fics a lot just in case they got deleted, but now I'm noticing this trend of "don't download and print fics without the author's permission." Is that the new norm or am I just following fandom newbies?
You're just following fandom newbies.
This is a discourse that goes around every once in a while, and I'm not really sure of the root cause of it. My guess is authors who are insecure in some way and need to feel a measure of control over their works. Or authors who are planning to pull their work off AO3 in order to file off the fandom serial numbers and publish it as original fiction.
If you don't want people downloading your work, don't put it online. It's that simple. As soon as it's on the internet, it's downloadable - whether there's a conveniently placed button or whether it's via screenshots or whether it's using an extension that pulls text into a notepad file.
Sorry authors, but if you really don't want people saving your fics, you kinda need to not share them. And readers? Just because a Big Name Fan says something, doesn't make it true (myself included).
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moera6 · 2 years
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End of June, but the rainbows - and the Pride - stay!
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moera6 · 2 years
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CW: animal death
Really not my best work… but I wanted to upload it anyway because the topic is very important and I’m tired of reading about these avoidable tragedies every year. EVERY. DAMN. YEAR. 
WEBTOON + INSTAGRAM
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moera6 · 2 years
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Quotes from Date Me, Bryson Keller that made me go ‘oh, mood’ and have to put the book down for a sec.
(spoilers below the cut btw)
Weiterlesen
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moera6 · 2 years
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Highligh comments left by your favourite users!
You might have seen that ao3 is rolling out the first part of the blocking feature (blocking users from commenting on your works) but they have also added user-IDs to comments and that sent me in a complete and utter spiral! 
So, You know that user? the one that leaves you the best comments? the close friend you have? :D you can now color their comments to make them stand out amongst them all!!
I’ve made 5 basic skins (the one you can see above) but in the work itself you’ll find the explaination on how to change the images and the colors and a few other details.
Go get the skin here
(credits for the image backgrounds to Patternico.com, and to J Lee and Daria Kraplak on Unsplash)
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moera6 · 2 years
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Happy Pride!
And to my German followers: Fröhliches 9-Euro Ticket
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moera6 · 2 years
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moera6 · 2 years
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i feel like a lot of y’all would have a better time on tumblr if you just vibed in your own little corner and stopped giving a shit about what everyone else is doing. like who really cares what others are doing when you’re goofing around with people who make you feel good.
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moera6 · 2 years
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Nothing feels more free than the realization that canon, fanon, and headcanon are all 1000% fake and made up and therefore all equally true and equally false. None are better or worse than the other. They just either appeal to you or they don't.
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moera6 · 2 years
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Back exercises with Castiel!
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I kind of suck at tagging, so I made this infographic to help make it easier.
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moera6 · 2 years
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reasons why people don’t comment on fics
an incomplete list based on observations via this blog
enjoyed the fic but didn’t have anything to say
worried that a general “I love this!” wasn’t a good enough comment
not a native speaker of the author’s language
so overcome by emotions after reading that words were impossible
reading on a device where commenting is difficult
intended to come back later and didn’t
intends to come back later and hasn’t yet
doesn’t have an AO3 account (+ doesn’t know about the guest option or isn’t comfortable using it)
was going to say something but another reader already commented it
not enough mental/emotional energy to try to craft a ‘good enough’ comment
worry about bothering the author
shy / social anxiety
reading fic before bed and fall asleep
reading fic while sick and in a haze
interrupted while reading the fic and thought they finished it/commented but whoops!
didn’t like the fic / didn’t finish reading
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moera6 · 2 years
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How can you redeem yourself when no one believes in you… not even yourself ?
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"Eyes glued, lips sealed. No one around to help a poor sinner.
How was Theo supposed to be the man his sister wanted him to be if it was her stolen heart that was beating in his cursed chest ?"
Theo’s nightmares, yes. Again. I like to cry lmao
I’m once again sorry for doing something like this 😭😭 I really like doing things like this tho omg I think it looks pretty dope
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moera6 · 2 years
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As a fan creator, you are your own “boss” and therefore you decide on your own workload. However, if you are enthusiastic about the fandom or if you’re one of a small set of creators or if you’re trying to “keep up” with other writers, you might take on more work than you can reasonably handle. 
A lot of fan creators feel a strong sense of responsibility attached to their posting schedule, for example, or feel guilt associated with not writing on a particular day. Self-imposed deadlines can become hard and fast rules rather than personal goals, and there is stress and anxiety related to not meeting those deadlines. Missing a posting date or taking too long of a break from uploading content can feel like a risk, like your audience will be disappointed and might even disappear.
Workload becomes a problem when you feel overwhelmed by what you need to do. This might be because you have accepted prompts from others, because you’ve started several works in progress but not completed them yet, or because you’ve signed up to participate in fandom events.
If you find yourself overloaded and stressed out by your to do list, it’s time to prioritize and deselect.
What fics are you most interested in writing? Put those at the top of your list. What are you not at all interested in doing? Remove those from the list. If that means that you won’t fill a prompt, let the requester know that you won’t be able to write it for them. Generally speaking, people are understanding. Telling them also means that they are free to give that prompt to another author. 
Fandom event organizers would also rather you let them know early that you’ll be pulling out. The more time you can give them to find a replacement for you, the better. Most organizers have “back up” writers available who will take on unclaimed prompts for people who are unable to complete the challenge or event.
Be open and honest with yourself and with others about what you can really do. It will be better for everyone involved. A sustainable workload is necessary for you to be able to continue creating long-term. 
Because of the amount of time and energy being devoted to fic and the exhaustion that results from overwork, authors who are experience burnout are more likely to need more rewards from the community in order to feel like their effort is worthwhile. If the reward they are receiving feels too small for too long, these authors might complain about a lack of comments or kudos, insist on more interaction from their communities, or maybe even stop writing altogether. 
Unfortunately, no amount of reward will help them restore their depleted energy. 
It’s important to note that you can feel burnt out, even when you’re doing something you love. Because it’s something you love doing, you are more likely to push yourself to do it even when you’re tired or otherwise need to rest. This is even more true when fic writing is something you’ve done in the past to help you relax from other life stresses. 
If you are feeling stressed out or overwhelmed or like you have too much on your plate take a step back. Give yourself some time off. Remember that writing is your hobby and ultimately the only person you are responsible to is yourself. 
Rest, recharge, and let go of the things that aren’t working right now. Take care of yourself first and you’ll be better able to take care of others later. 
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moera6 · 2 years
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@positiveseed
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moera6 · 2 years
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it’s an unspoken thing between all of us- the grief of all the friends you never got to say goodbye to. like, the friends youd make in science class because the teacher sat you next to one another, the friends from your childhood who you mightve only spoken to in school, but whose existence sunk its teeth into you and left a permanent mark. even the ones you were closest to, the ones you called best friend for a time, somewhere along the way you parted without even noticing it. somewhere along the way, you played outside for the last time, shared food for the last time, stayed up talking for the last time, said i love you for the last time. when was the last time? we didnt decide to stop being friends. we didnt even say goodbye. but ‘see you next week’ turned into ‘it’s been a long time’, and now, if you saw each other in the street, you might pretend that you didnt. you might not even recognise them. they might not even recognise you. you can’t remember the shape of their nose. and what about the connections you made online when you were a child, playing games that meant so little with nameless friends that meant so much? or when you were a bit older, talking to strangers but loving them like family? here, raise a glass to the friends who disappeared one day, who deactivated, who stopped messaging you back, because online friends can bring you just as much joy as real life ones, too. when the adults told you dont talk to strangers, they didnt consider the good morning! :) texts, the have you eaten today? texts, the trying to hold in your laughter at 3am texts, the i wish timezones and continents and countries didnt exist so i could hug you texts, the little pieces of a persons heart texts, blue light flooding across the world just to say i love you. sleep well. i love you. i love you. the grief comes in waves. it’s slow, and soft, and steady- you dont notice it pooling around your ankles at first, you dont want to- but it comes. childhood is where the grief begins. it’s reared like a well-loved pet, a hungry mouth under the tablecloth. a passing thought from time to time, when you remember the girl you befriended a long long time ago, and when you wonder where she went. it doesn’t feel like much at first. it doesn’t break you yet. it’s not like real grief, not like anyone died, but you had something in your hand and now it’s empty and you can’t remember where you put it. it’s like that, except the thing in your hand was a person who loved you, once. a person whose face you couldn’t draw if the world got on its knees and begged you. when you dont get to say goodbye to someone, your memory becomes a funeral, every conversation you ever shared with them a eulogy. because this is how the story goes. i had a friend. this is not a poem. i had a friend.
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