It is not a job. It is not school. It is not a contract. Participation in fandom is voluntary and it is not binding (commissions and paid work aside).
Yes, within fandom you should be bound by some sense of ethics or general decency: don’t steal art and fic, don’t willfully deceive people, don’t be a jerk or a garbage human, and so on and so forth. But everything else? The writing fic and the doing and the participation? It is voluntary.
So if you are writing a fic and you’re seven chapters in and you have eight chapters to go and you’re just tired and you don’t want to do it any more? You can stop. If you’ve been running a blog and writing about every single episode of every new anime show that’s come out and you can’t for three weeks? Don’t. If you told your 5 billion followers you were gonna post a piece of fanart and you’re just sick of it and you don’t want to do it any more? Give it up.
Sure, people will be disappointed and upset and some will complain. But life is disappointing and upsetting sometimes, and it goes on, and no one can sue you for not finishing a fic that they were enjoying the hell out of for free. No one can accuse you of not living up to the terms of your contract when you don’t post that fanart you mentioned three weeks ago. Because fandom is voluntary. It’s something that you participate in because it’s fun or fulfilling or important to you, and when it stops being those things, you should stop, too.
You are not bound by the asks in your inbox. You are not bound by comments on a fic or a piece of art. You are not bound, in fandom, by other people’s disappointments or their expectations.
Fandom is voluntary. Don’t let people pressure you into thinking that it is anything else.
Learning to believe in yourself won’t always be easy. There’s no simple cure to self-doubt—that voice inside you that says “I will never be good enough.” That is why you should take care of your doubt—hold its hand in the rain and remind it that you are a human being and it’s okay for you not to be perfect. It’s okay for you to take longer than others. It’s okay for you to fail, it’s okay for you to learn and it’s okay for you to try again.
Juansen Dizon, Be Your Own Kind of Magic (via juansendizon)
When I said my favorite boys I meant all of them. (Godt is here cause he has to be.)
The Tsunderes: ones who have stock wallpapers as their lock screens but cute photos of their boyfriends as a lil secret
-Wayo
-Kit
The Show Off: loves their babies and aren’t afraid to show it
-Phana
-Ming
The Grossly Domestic: have the same couple photos as both to show off how cute they are and that you should get on their level (because this is absolutely a competition)
It had been late when Tin brought Can home. Tin did the gentlemanly thing and walked Can to his door. Can made a fuss as usual, but the curve at the corners of his lips showed he wasn’t upset.
“Oh N’Tin!” Can’s mom opened the door after Can had been whining about Tin keeping him out so late. “Cantaloupe is right, it’s so late and you look tired. Why not spend the night here?”
Can made a face behind his mother’s back, but Tin smiled his most charming smile in reply. Somewhere else, Can heard Ley sigh and scrunched up his nose.
“Oh only if it’s not too much trouble…”
“Of course not! Come in! Come in!”
And that was how Can found himself laying in bed with Tin laying next to him, borrowing his slightly too small clothing. The stretch of even Can’s largest t-shirt showed off Tin’s physique and Tin still smelled like his more expensive bath products, even after a shower with Can’s cheaper ones.
Can wondered briefly if the smell wasn’t Tin’s bath products, but himself. He also wondered if he was becoming as easy as Ae was for Pete because Tin’s smell and proximity were arousing him.
The only thing that kept Can in check was that Ley’s room was nearby. As it was, she had threatened him before for yelling. Can didn’t want to know what would happen if she heard him moaning while Tin was sleeping over and she was still shipping TinPete.
Tin shuffled closer and put his arm around Can’s waist to pull him closer still. Can allowed it, but when Tin’s hand wandered too far south, Can smacked Tin’s arm. Tin raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely not,” Can hissed.
Tin only smirked. “Just be quiet, Cantaloupe. You can be quiet, right?”
Tin pressed kisses up and down Can’s neck, hand squeezing Can’s buttock and Can bit his lip as hard as he could to stop the moan that wanted to escape. Tin took some kind of mercy on Can and started kissing him in earnest, swallowing the sounds Can wanted to make.
As Can got lost in the pleasure of Tin’s hands, he strained his ears for footsteps on the wood floor. Thus it was a complete shock when Tin pushed up his shirt and bit one of Can’s nipples. The jolt caused Can to squeak and he immediately slapped a free hand over his mouth.
Tin tutted and Can slapped his thigh in protest. Tin snickered before pressing more kisses up and down Can’s chest. Can managed to keep his vocalizations down, but for some reason, the harder he tried and the more he tried to listen for his family, the more aroused he got. The more aroused Can got, Tin’s ministrations felt even better.
By the time Tin got to Can’s shorts, Can’s erection was flushed and leaking. It was easy for Tin to stroke him from base to tip with Can’s pre-ejaculate alone and Can felt his face burn with how turned on he was already. Tin didn’t outwardly look as affected, but Can knew his boyfriend was turned on by the tenting in his borrowed shorts.
Tin pulled his shorts down as well before taking both their erections in hand and stroking them, letting them rub together with Can’s pre-ejaculate as lubrication. It felt oddly more dirty and intimate than anything they’d done before and Can had already taken Tin’s dick up his ass. But here in the quiet dark, with Can straining to hear his parents over the slick sounds of skin sliding on skin, it was horrifically amazing.
Tin leaned down to kiss Can again and Can allowed himself a small moan, thankful that the bed frame wasn’t creaking. Can could feel his orgasm coming and bit at Tin’s shoulder to muffle his scream. With a muffled gasp, Can felt his release splatter against his chest and Tin followed suit soon after. His orgasm followed by nothing but heavy exhales.
Gasping for breath, Can scrunched his face at Tin who looked incredibly smug.
“Who knew you liked a little bit of exhibition, Cantaloupe.”
“Not. Another. Word.” Can pulled off his shirt to wipe at his chest and swipe at Tin’s hands before throwing it in the hamper. “Now no more funny business.”
“I’m not laughing.”
Can shoved Tin off him and onto the floor. Tin landed in a heap with a yelp. Before anything else could happen, Ley burst in.
“P’Can! P’Tin! Is everything okay?” Ley looked from Can’s attempt to cover his chest with his blanket to Tin quickly straightening out his shorts. “Oh my god.”
The Last Good Bar 
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