26yo, Brazilian. Back to this site after years, still getting the hang of it and feeling old. (I multiship; It may not be of your liking.) She/Her 🩷💜🩵
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Fun Story to Share.
I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.
Well - she got this email this morning:
The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.
Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).
Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.
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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.
I love, love, LOVE it when I can tell a fic author has integrated their specialized knowledge in a fic. I was reading a fic that at some point included the character going to visit an art therapist, and it's so clear that the author is an art therapist themself, and the details included are just immaculate and I love it. I've previously read about a character doing fencing for no other reason than the author clearly wanting to write a sport they understood. A character being given a hyperfixation on bugs just so the author can infodump themselves.
I eat it up every time, it brings such a smile to my face
archers gloves vs digital artist gloves being opposite of one another
you used to be able to play games on cartoonnetwork.com . . . now every company's website wants to give you spyware and spread corporate propaganda but I REMEMBER when you could play a BEN 10 adventure game in-browser without so much as giving away your e-mail. people's heads should be on pikes for this
My favorite jokes are about mispronouncing philosophers' names but I'm afraid it's a nietzsche subgenre
I have a friend who has one biological and one adopted son and I found out he likes to tell people “my firstborn is six and my other child is eleven” which is hilarious.
Spiderman knowing someone is watching him. Him just blowing kisses in the direction, maybe even pulling up his mask to showcase it better.
The Winter Soldier, pulling back from where he was holding the scope of his tranquilizer gun close to his face and just blinking in confusion. How is he gonna report this back to his handler.
Pre-whump Whumpee who talks nonstop about their interests, they’re the type of person to just come up and start talking to Caretaker unprompted about whatever has their attention that day. Caretaker gets a bit annoyed by it sometimes, but they don’t say anything, building resentment.
When Whumpee disappears, it all flips. Caretaker would do anything to hear them talk about their interests again. However, after Whumpee is rescued, they’re quiet, answering questions with a sentence or less, never wanting to go in depth. Caretaker tries to talk about anything they can think of, just to get the same few words out of Whumpee
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
— tw: mentions of dr*gs, alcoholi*m, reh*b
Recovering drug addict and alcoholic Tony where everyone is almost ready to give up on him (or has given up entirely) until rehab aid, Deaf and Mute, Peter Parker is assigned to him. There's no frustated shouting, harsh words of reprimand, just gentle coaxing, understanding touches. There's no judgemental eyes just soft sad doe-like ones whenever he throws up or screams in frustration. Peter stays with him. Doesn't give up on him. Along the way Tony helps him too, enrolls him to speech recovery therapy, gets him checked out for possibilities to get his hearing back. It was so easy to help Peter. And little by little, the rehab aid became a friend, then a best friend, it gradually, slowly built until Tony realizes he had fallen for Peter. Hard. And he wants to be the best man for the kid.
Slowly but surely, his rehab went better than the past years, his withdrawal lessened, his body healthier. At the same time, he builds Peter a hearing aid, and Tony will always remember the look on his face when he first heard Tony's voice. With the help of the hearing aid and speech therapy, Peter gradually starts speaking again. His first work? "Tony." And god, Tony could've died happily when that first happened.
They took care of each other. Helped each other learn and grow. Until Tony can't do it anymore and confesses. He gets the sweetest "I love you too," in return.
He ends up marrying Peter a year later after his rehab. He wins countless rewards. His paper that he worked on with Peter regarding his condition got recognized. And when he wins a Nobel Prize, he stands at the podium, looking healthier than his previous years, gold ring on his finger as he says:
"First of all, I'd like to thank my life partner Peter Stark for helping me find my voice again. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here— I'd probably be wearing something orange and doing a really hard time— but all thanks to him, he's given me reason to be better and be the best man to take care of him. I love you so much, Pete. Once again, My Mrs. Stark, everyone."
Peter wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed
When he goes to investigate he finds Tony in their baby’s room. Sitting in the rocking chair with their baby in his arm whispering about how much he loves their little family
Peter still remembers the nights he woke up to an empty bed and found Tony staring at a bootle of whiskey
My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."
To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.
Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."
The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.
This is never not funny.
The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.
We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.
Lately I've been wanting a Spiderman/DC crossover fic but the twist is that it's the Batfamily that travels to the Marvel universe and ends up in Queens, it would be so funny, just imagine.
Nightwing: so you take care of all the crime here? Not only supervillains but also problems like kittens in trees?
Signal: He's like a meta spider firefighter
Red hood: And he doesn't have any crazy clown and he doesn't have to pretend to be a billionaire fool to hide his identity
Red robin: Well, to be fair, he does have a green goblin
Redhood: I'd take that crazy guy any day over the joker, WOW old man you must be so embarrassed
Batman:......
Spiderman: (noticeably worried but flattered?) Thanks for all your compliments but I think I should take you to my wizard friend to solve this little multiverse problem....
Batman:......even kittens?
Robin: Stop embarrassing yourself father, I'll take care of that in Gotham.
There would also be a little romance between Jason and Peter because why not? it would be so fun (and don't even tell me Jason wouldn't be dazzled by Peter)
sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong
canon means nothing when I can shelter my blorbo and keep him alive through the power of archive of our own
X
It had been three years. Three years, and still, his pulse skipped at the sight of him, just as it had back when he was a student in Stark’s class. He should be over this. He was over this. And yet, as he took in the way the flickering candlelight danced against the older man’s sharp features, a traitorous part of him wanted to step closer instead of turning him away.
the boys are on a donut date <3 (the bag Jason is holding has bagels for whenever Peter decides he's had enough sugar)
just wanted to draw them in their civies and Dog in all her glory cause it feels like I haven't actually drawn consistently in forever
inspired by Existential Crisis Mode by @luciaintheskyainthi
Stephen was standing in a corner nursing a drink when he was approached by a young man who had a look of determination on his face. Great. Either its someone who idolize him, wants him to be a mentor or a gold digger. They were at the mingling period for the conference he was attending about the latest and greatest break through in the medical field.
" Dr. Strange... it's an honor to meet you sir"
" I'm sure. Look, I'm trying to have a nice quiet evening. Get what you came over here to say. I'm single but I'm not looking for a partner currently no matter how cute you are. I'm not looking to mentor anyone. If you have what it takes then I'll see you back here next year kudos to you. If your just gonna fan boy and tell me how great I am, you have two minutes. If your going to tell me how I inspired you with my talent you can-"
" You did inspire me. But not for the reasons your thinking of. 10 years ago my uncle died on your operating table. "
Stephen steps back and stares into the brown eyes of the young man infront of him. He has a hardly had any deaths in his records. He swallowed a sip of his drink, clearing his throat.
" I am sorry for your loss... I assure you I would have done everything in my power to save him."
The guy sighs and nods his head glancing down and then back up at him.
" I hated you. For years. You were the best of the best, that's that the nurses said. And yet my Uncle still died under your knife. ... I swore I would never let anything like that happen again to anyone else. That you must have made a mistake.... that you weren't good enough to save my uncle."
Shifting his feet a little he glances over his should looking around the room. " But no one could have saved him from that wound.... I went to school, graduated early with honors and I know... I know you did everything you could, it just that the tools we had available at the time weren't good enough. -
It's why I'm here, I've created a several new tools that help out the field and I wanted to thank you."
He smiles and reaches his hand out for a hand shake
" My hatred for you pushed me to help others more. The designs and tools I've help patent... they are going to save lives. And I have you to thank for that Dr. Strange. It's an honor to be in the field with you"
Stephen stared at the young man longer before reaching out and shaking his hand.
" What's your name?"
The young man blushes as he shakes Stephen's hand
" Oh! Um Peter, unm Dr. Peter Parker Sir... forgot to introduce myself"
" Well Dr. Parker, let's get a table and you can tell me all about these new patents"
Okay, but maybe Spiderman helps out the Avengers if they need it or if he is in the neighborhood. They don't know who he is. They want to know, of course. But respect his right to be anonymous. Doesn't mean they won't ask questions to try to figure it out though.
Maybe he lets more info slip on occasions. The latest was when he asked Bucky what he was doing for Rosh Hashanah. Which causes him to pause. Most people, if they know their history, know that Bucky was Jewish. But no one really talks about it though. And with the team not being overtly religious other then Steve who still attends mass. It comes as a surprise.
Says he doesn't have anything planned. Other then maybe relaxing.
And the team who is obviously listening in are shocked when Spiderman offers for Bucky to come celebrate.
" It's in a neutral area. Friend of a friend's apartment. Like... it's more Xmen people who I know but still! Ben Grim will be there. And well... probably Deadpool and DareDevil, even though they aren't Jewish. Double D makes me attend mass at least once or twice a year, so he gets forced to join us. We still get everyone together to celebrate and ... if you wanted, you could join..."
Bucky saying he will think about it.
And maybe once September rolls around, Bucky is standing in front of a door with a couple bottles of wine. He was not expecting this doe eyed college kid to open the door. A suprized look on his face. Looking Bucky over seeing him bringing wine.
There is lots of laughter in the background, Deadpool screaming that he wasn't going to lose in Mario Kart to a big Rock, aka Ben Grim. Bucky can see a man sitting at the table with red glasses and a cane, talking with Wanda; another shocker as she isn't around as much anymore. And there are a few other people cheering on the game in the living. He could hear lots of sounds coming from the kitchen. He focuses back on the one who opened the door,
" Hi, Mr. Barnes.... I uh didn't think you would actually show up....thanks you joining us! Not that we wouldn't want you to show! Oh god I'm rambling! Come in! I'm Peter Parker, by the way.... let me introduce you to everyone"
‘‘Great. Nice job, real nice job,’‘ Bucky muttered to himself as he turned to collect himself and take a breath before making his way over to Peter and kneeling down in front of him. ‘‘Hey, look at me, hey,’‘ Bucky coaxed softly as he guided Peter’s hands down from his face, taking in his bloodied face and wet eyes. ‘‘I was scared too. I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t want you to get hurt-’’
‘‘I didn’t want that either!’‘ Peter cut in, shifting closer to Bucky as he sniffled.
‘‘I know, baby. I know,’‘ Bucky soothed before craning his neck to press his lips softly against Peters.
There are two types of writers:
1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
Just to add, AO3 has such a great tag system that I haven't seen in other websites. You can literally filter out all of the stuff that makes you uncomfortable and don't want to read. And it's so easy to use.
God knows the amount of stuff I filter out because they either make me uncomfortable or are just not my cup of tea; Be it either something potentially triggering or just a shipp I'm not into. It's fucking amazing, we can go straight for the stuff we love. From filtering out the ones we don't want to see, to going straight to our favorite ones.
Please, use the tag system, it exists for that very reason. And for the few fics the slip through the filtering for lack of proper tags? Just ignore them. Hell, you can even mute writers. So just keep swimming!
AO3 is such a precious gift made from fan to fan, so let's cherish it properly instead of using it for hate. It's like a buffet from the Gods; Take your favorite food and ignore the ones you don't like to eat. Cuz' you don't stop in the middle of a restaurant just to point at the food you don't like and, what? Fight the cooks for having cooked them??? NO!! You let them cook! AND EAT YOUR FAVORITE FOOD!! CUZ THEY HAVE THAT TOO!!
heard someone say archive of our own should install a "dislike" button and I thought I should say this: no, there's absolutely no need for archive of our own to install a "dislike" button.
why? because archive of our own isn't tiktok or youtube or twitter/x where users can monetize their content. archive of our own is a nonprofit site run by fans for fans, which means every content — every fanfic — you see on archive of our own was made out of pure love and passion from the artists/authors.
ao3 authors write because writing about these characters is their happiness and passion. they write for themselves, but they were generous enough to share with you their creations.
they're not "content creators" the way tiktokers or youtubers or instagram models are. they don't "make content" for views and engagements that can be monetized.
so no, you don't get to "grade their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.
you don't get to "say what you dislike about their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.
you don't get to "dislike" works that are not made specifically to please you in the first place. you're just a guest in someone's house, a house in which they let you in because they were kind, you don't get to roam around their house and say what you dislike about their furniture. you don't get to roam around their house and say you "dislike their house".
of course, you can have your opinion about the house its host invites you in. but if it's a negative one and you find yourself not liking the house, the polite things for you to do is excuse yourself and leave without telling them you dislike their house.
and just because you personally dislike the house doesn't mean the house is "ugly" either. the house you dislike could be a favorite, most luxurious place to many others.
my point is, don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that you get to enjoy for free. don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that were made out of love and passion — things the artists made for themselves for fun.
it makes you look like an entitled jerk with main character syndrome. the universe does not revolve around you.
now repeat after me: don't like don't read. no one forces you to continue reading a fic you don't like. quietly leave instead of being rude to authors who write for free because writing is their source of comfort.
people are so used to contents that were made because it's a trend / contents like tiktok that were made with the main purpose of reaching high engagement and making profits that they forget sometimes things can be made out of love and be made just for fun. sometimes things are supposed to just be for people to enjoy, and if some people don't enjoy them, then they can simply leave without being unnecessary unkind.