Write Your Story

soloshikigami:

naamahdarling:

eeyore9990:

I just showed my 11-year-old son how many coffee shop AUs there are on AO3.

Why?

He sat down the other day to write a Minecraft story about three kids who go through a portal in their back yard and end up in the world of Minecraft where they have to battle all the big bosses (I didn’t even realize there WERE big bosses in Minecraft but that’s beside the point). He wrote three chapters with a little input from me – his first beta – and y’all?

He was fucking excited. To be writing a story.

Today he came home from school and seemed a little down, so I asked him about it only to find out that some little asshole at his school told him, “There is already a Minecraft story.”

Me: Okay? So what?

Lucifer: If there’s already a story, no one will read mine.

Immediately, I dragged him in and pulled up my AO3 account. My boys know I write fanfiction, so I showed him my account and how many subscribers I have. Then I showed him how many Teen Wolf stories there are. And then, because it seemed like the perfect analogy, I said, “What if I wrote a story where two characters meet in a coffee shop and fall in love? No werewolves, nothing at all to do with the actual Teen Wolf universe. Just Stiles and Derek meet in a coffeeshop and fall in love.”

He laughed.

I showed him Mornings Aren’t For Everyone. Showed him how many hits it had, how many kudos, how many lovely comments.

Then I said, “So do you think, if anyone else wrote a story about those exact same characters meeting in a coffee shop and falling in love… would anyone read it?”

He laughed and said, “No because you already did.”

So I clicked on the Sterek tag and refined to coffee shop AU. His mind was blown to see that they ALL had thousands of hits and kudos and comments. Then I clicked on JUST the coffee shop AU tag and showed him all the fics across all the fandoms written by countless different people.

I’m going to tell you all now what I told him because it applies to everyone.

Write your story. It doesn’t matter that someone else has written a story about that subject. They didn’t write YOUR story. Only you can do that.

And I want to read your story.

Holy crap, this is A+ parenting and such a good lesson.

Seriously, for anyone out there who have ever thought “Oh, it’s been done,” you know what? DO IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT WILL BE YOUR STORY AND THAT ALONE IS AMAZING.

maha-pambata-is-my-patronus:

dukeofbookingham:

penfairy:

oh! I have to tell you guys a great story one of my professors told me. So he has a friend who is involved in these Shakespeare outreach programs where they try to bring Shakespeare and live theatre to poor and underprivileged groups and teach them about English literature and performing arts and such. On one of their tours they stopped at a young offenders institute for women and they put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet for a group of 16-17 year old girls. It was all going really well and the girls were enjoying and laughing through the first half – because really, the first half is pretty much a comedy – but as the play went on, things started to get quiet. Real quiet. Then it got up to the suicide scene and mutterings broke out and all the girls were nudging each other and looking distressed, and as this teacher observed them, he realised – they didn’t know how the play ended. These girls had never been exposed to the story of Romeo and Juliet before, something which he thought was impossible given how ubiquitous it is in our culture. I mean, the prologue even gives the ending away, but of course it doesn’t specify exactly how the whole “take their life” thing goes down, so these poor girls had no idea what to expect and were sitting there clinging to hope that Romeo would maybe sit down for a damn minute instead of murdering Paris and chugging poison – but BAM he died and they all cried out – and then Juliet WOKE UP and they SCREAMED and by the end of the play they were so upset that a brawl nearly broke out, and that’s the story of how Shakespeare nearly started a riot at a juvenile detention centre

Apparently something similar happened during a production of Much Ado at Rikers Island because a bunch of inmates wanted to beat the shit out of Claudio, which is more than fair tbh

honestly Shakespeare would be so pleased to know his plays were nearly starting brawls centuries into the future

hongbin-centric ot6 soulmate au where hongbin doesn’t think he will ever find his soulmate but gets the shock of his life when its his five soulmates who finally find him

starcrossedsaints:

Once the group of giggling girls had finally cleared out of his office, Hongbin rings up the front desk to let them know he’s free for the next drop-in client. He sighs as he clears the empty, lipstick-stained plastic cups off his desk and into the bin underneath it. It feels like it’s been a long day for him, even though it’s barely two in the afternoon and he’s only seen about a dozen clients looking for their soulmate consultation fortunes from him. Maybe it’s the humidity; it always messes with his head and makes him unusually antsy.

The door opens slowly and he straightens up in his seat.

“Welcome,” Hongbin begins, and stops short when he catches sight of the man standing in the doorway.

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OT6 Hongbin-centric Gang AU please?

starcrossedsaints:

The drive over to the house was surprisingly quiet; the roads were empty at this hour and the radio was off, with nothing more than the sound of the engine rumbling and the loose change rattling every time Jaehwan drove over a bump in the road.

Hongbin leaned against the edge of the open window, letting the cool breeze rush through his hair, and inhaled.

The scent of the summer night and the brisk chill surrounded him, like a hug from a familiar friend.

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hello! a request for n-centric fic? preferably blondecha and the vixx members telling him how gorgeous he is and so much angstfluff pretty pretty please!! <3

starcrossedsaints:

Hakyeon jolted awake sometime that evening, momentarily disoriented. He sits up and rubs his cheek, feeling crease marks from the pillow he’d shoved under his face… hours earlier? It certainly wasn’t dark out when he fell asleep, and there certainly hadn’t been anybody home. He yawns, reaching up to scratch at his scalp, and then had to physically stop himself lest he ruin his freshly dyed hair.

There’s footsteps coming down the hall, and when he looks up, he sees Hongbin weaving around discarded bags and laundry baskets over to him.

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