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bless the writers of fanfic
Sep. 5th, 2017 12:47 amI hang out on Tumblr a lot. Sometimes a real treasure is posted
By halcyonfrost by way of brumeier
Tbh, one of my favorite things about fan fiction and being a writer is being able to take trauma and work through it when you might not feel safe or just don’t know how to express otherwise. Whether it’s events or ongoing treatment and mental state, something that happened or something that was done, we can put ourselves in another character’s shoes and we can have them speak for us, help us find our words and our solace. They can help us find our strength.
And then commentors come along and express sympathy, compassion, shared experiences, and I’m just sitting here on the other side of a screen, connecting to these people that know! That understand! That I have helped understand me and helped them understand themselves!
And with alternate universes and with creative plotting, these characters feel what we feel. The struggle of a childhood of emotional abuse and anxiety and self image issues. The loss of love and fight to find self-identity. The fight to cope and understand a luckily minor car crash that still replays in our heads in disjointed, incomplete snippets of memory and confusion and frustration at everything you do remember as much as everything you can’t seem to recall.
We put these characters in our shoes and they walk with us, and along the way, we can find our acceptance, or at least companionship in others we share these stories with that are fighting the same thing. People two states over, people across the world, people of all ages and skin colors and genders and walks of life.
Writing just feels like home.
By halcyonfrost by way of brumeier
Tbh, one of my favorite things about fan fiction and being a writer is being able to take trauma and work through it when you might not feel safe or just don’t know how to express otherwise. Whether it’s events or ongoing treatment and mental state, something that happened or something that was done, we can put ourselves in another character’s shoes and we can have them speak for us, help us find our words and our solace. They can help us find our strength.
And then commentors come along and express sympathy, compassion, shared experiences, and I’m just sitting here on the other side of a screen, connecting to these people that know! That understand! That I have helped understand me and helped them understand themselves!
And with alternate universes and with creative plotting, these characters feel what we feel. The struggle of a childhood of emotional abuse and anxiety and self image issues. The loss of love and fight to find self-identity. The fight to cope and understand a luckily minor car crash that still replays in our heads in disjointed, incomplete snippets of memory and confusion and frustration at everything you do remember as much as everything you can’t seem to recall.
We put these characters in our shoes and they walk with us, and along the way, we can find our acceptance, or at least companionship in others we share these stories with that are fighting the same thing. People two states over, people across the world, people of all ages and skin colors and genders and walks of life.
Writing just feels like home.
