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So today I got a rather unkind comment on AO3 (one could call it hate), but I believe it to be a bot for several reasons:

Guest account, but username attached

Said username exists but person is unlikely to be reading Tolkien fic (according to their Tumblr and AO3, they are in other fandoms)

Two grammatically correct sentences

Super generic text that could apply to any fic:

"I've seen better fanfiction written by a toddler. Get it together!"

I'm curious, did anyone else get comments like this? Let me know.

And to those who have gotten rude comments and are now worried/upset: Maybe it was just a bot too. Either way: You're awesome for putting your writing out there for others to enjoy and you don't deserve to get rude comments for it. If you want feel free to message me to compare cases and discuss details :)

#yet another reason why i will be keeping my fics locked jesus h christ

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April fool's? ⁉️ Only for April 1st? ⁉️ That's a weak mindset. That's low perfomance 📉 👎👎 I am a fool every day 🗓 The grind 💪💪💪📈 never stops ❌ ⛔️ I am in it for the long run 🔛🏃‍♀️ No quitter mindset here 🚫🔝 🏆

#happy birthday harley keener

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sometimes when you're working on a new draft and tweaking details here and there, you'll come across a scene or chapter that no amount of tweaking can save. i am putting my hands on your shoulders right now. it is okay to rewrite it.

#writer things #this is so real #just rewrite it babes

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pros of working from home: I can write while I work

cons of working from home: having to work when I wanna write

#felt this one in my soul #writer things

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#what if i had that elon musk brain chip and could just think my fully formed stories into existence rather than writing them actually #writer things

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Set Your Sails (Be Ready for the Winds of Change) - Chapter 2 - sheps

If Peter was being completely honest, he was getting really tired of walking into buildings for the first time and making life-changing discoveries that meant he wouldn’t walk out the same person he was when he’d gone in. Sure, maybe this was only the second time that had ever happened to him. But two times was too many. One time was too many. Did everyone going off on their Pokémon journey have to deal with something like this, or was that just his own terrible luck? He didn’t know. The silence inside the Viridian City Gym was too loud for him to think too hard about it right now.

Click the link to read on AO3!

Found out like five days ago that today was Pokemon Day and immediately wanted to be obsessive about it. Here's a little something for everyone celebrating today's festivities.

#happy pokemon day to all who celebrate read the parkner au 🫶🏼

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#me after finally getting booted from my uni access to microsoft word two years after graduating. rip my corrupted link au i miss you #rip all my wips i miss you #writer things

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Set Your Sails (Be Ready for the Winds of Change) - sheps - Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Harley had a pretty sweet gig as far as Pokemon training went. He spent his days in Viridian City, battling the best of Kanto's trainers who came around to challenge the final League gym. He was living a trainer's dream, but honestly? Harley was starting to get bored. The spark of excitement that battling had always given him was starting to fade, and it had been a while since any trainer had been able to reignite it. Shackled into staying where he was, Harley waited for something new to come along. That something came in the form of one Peter Parker. Peter was almost a year into his journey to be the very best. After traveling across Kanto, he finally found himself ready to earn his last badge at Viridian City Gym - only to find it closed upon his arrival. With no choice but to stick around until he found the gym leader, Peter figured he may as well take advantage of the city's caliber of trainers to sneak in some extra practice. That was how he found himself standing across a battlefield from Harley Keener, who proved to be the biggest challenge Peter had ever faced in more ways than one.

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#my wife is back with a banger 🫶🏼 go read #p: parkner

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#😌

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y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

#65 ✌️

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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Memory I.”

#f: unto the edge of doom #f: two for the show

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wanting for daylight

Sometimes the depths of Harley’s feeling for Peter is incomprehensible, even to him.

It catches him off guard, in moments like this. Harley had been awake for a while; his body clock is a temperamental thing. But Peter sleeps like a baby wherever and whenever he wants. Watching the morning light inch over Peter in increments, until he’s covered in gold and none the wiser, well, Harley didn't think he could fall even more in love.

But even that is an inadequate of a description, really. Each nerve ending of Harley's is so attuned to Peter that the soundless shift in his breathing from sleeping to waking sends a thrill up his spine. You, Harley thinks, to the beat of his heart, you, you you. Peter is his magnetic north. Like a blind man wanting for daylight, or the tide seeking the shore. Since the first day they met, Harley’s been drawn to Peter like the other man is hooked into him.

Harley has the sudden, fierce desire to press his lips to the soft skin just underneath Peter’s eye. Right beneath his eyelashes. Wants nothing more to run his nose along the strong bone of Peter’s, and pepper kisses from one side to the other across the top of his cheeks.

Peter’s blush is something Harley aches for.

Instead he raises a hand, and grazes the tips of his fingers along Peter’s jaw, his cheekbone, at last tucking an errant strand of hair behind the curve of his ear.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” Harley murmurs, unintentionally turning thought into voice.

Peter, watching him through sleep-hazed, honeyed eyes, smiles indulgently. He turns his head, lips pressing against the very edge of the palm of Harley’s hand in the lightest suggestion of a kiss.

When Peter speaks, Harley can feel each word vibrating through him, the brush of air across his wrist with each exhale.

“Similar to what you do to me, I expect,” Peter says, and Harley smiles, bright and content and wonderful.

#just harley waxing poetic over peter what else is new ✌️ #parkner #harley keener #peter parker #p: parkner #drabble

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#harley

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Normalize reading your own writing and genuinely liking it and laughing along to your own jokes and swooning at the romance you created. You did good, author. Enjoy it.

#i reread a bunch of my parkner fics the other day because i miss those boys and also cause i’m the best #(delusional) #writer things

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Rose Hill, Tennessee. 6:16 AM.

#stop i love this 🥹 #harley

[volantium]

okayyy hi firstly i feel so gooped to be tagged in this tysm 🖤 secondly i have the brain of a sieve and couldn't remember if i've ever specified a birthday so had to go digging through my fics.

i mostly go on vibes. also it absolutely changes based on said vibes. i realise that doesn't help in the slightest. also have never specified a specific date so you get my thoughts in real time.

in like one of my first fics I used ty's, because it was convenient being in august lmao. there's a reference in the first prize bravery verse to it being during the school term and me not being american, i have no idea when i was referencing but i imagine it'd be springtime. he definitely gives me aries vibes and i think he'd both hate and love having his birthday on april 1st. other vibes he gives me are leo (when i think of summer i think of you harley) and taurus (art of the game harley) so it really is whatever i feel like, but if i had to give a definitive answer i think i'll say april 1st. my harley is almost always a year or two older than peter though, that's like the one consistent thing.

however the hill i will die on is that his sister's birthday is in january (probably like the 7th or 10th) and they're at least five years apart, the more the better.

hey, question for all of my other harley lovers-

when the absolute fuck is his birthday. are we just rolling with ty’s. are we making one up. did you correspond it with peter’s for some random author-planning endorphins.

better question-

when is his sister’s. how far apart are they. I am lost and confused.

this question is mostly for @thompsborn and @sarah-sandwich-writes and @volantium because their harley’s are canon to me, but I am also asking the general population, so like chime in if you have answer por favor.

#hopefully this helps your fic planning!! apologies if my awful answer of 'it's just vibes' doesn't!!! #harley #tagged

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I love it when the unreliable narrator begins to trip and reveal the flaws in their story and themself. I cannot explain how much I adore them. The moment you realize that "wait, something is not right" and start to rethink the whole book is the absolute best thing to happen to you while reading. You just know the reread will be even better.

#😌 #reference