I’ll put the TL;DR at the top: Yes, you are. ATINYs have gone a little nuts lately.
So, streaming culture is a core element of kpop as we know it today. Everywhere, you see people telling you to ‘stream’ something, to vote for something, to reblog something. And, as awards season will soon be in full swing, now is a fitting time for this.
Things I will discuss in this (long) post;
The growth of streaming culture + its place in current kpop
The prevalence/emphasis of streaming fandoms
The values of streaming culture, its downsides, and other measures of success
Activities fans complete to help an artist grow, and why.
Reasons to vote/stream, and reasons not to vote/stream
Arguments against non-voters and why they are wrong
How an artist promotes a streaming environment
Not voting = boycotting?
Criteria to be an ATINY, and what makes you a good ATINY or a bad ATINY?
Please read as much or as little as you want. Everything is below the line.
I’ve read all kinds of posts both from writers and readers lamenting about comments on fic. Authors are upset when they don’t get any, readers don’t know what kinds of comments to leave, etc. And it finally clicked in my brain why I think a lot of people don’t bother writing comments.
And this is what it boils down to:
Writers do not want praise. We just want to talk about our story.
I can’t speak for everyone obviously - but I think the majority of writers don’t care so much for the “omg you’re a brilliant writer!!” comments as much as we just want to hear your thoughts on the story. Even if it’s just your thoughts as you’re reading of “oooh x happened! I can’t believe y said this! What’s going to happen now that z has happened?!” We literally just want to talk about what we’ve written like you would with a friend about a tv show. We’re not out here demanding praise like some entitled narcissist.
While praising our writing skills or writing style is appreciated, it doesn’t need to be said on every fic and every chapter that you read. If you regularly comment on someone’s work that’s telling enough that you like our technique. Readers shouldn’t feel pressured to have to praise a writer’s abilities every time they want to comment.
In the grand scheme of things, talking about the fic/chapter is actually more helpful to us writers instead of spewing praise. It’s the same with artwork. As nice as it is that people tell me “wow your art is so pretty!” it’s a LOT more useful to me to get comments like “I love their expressions!” or “the lighting on this is gorgeous!” because then I know WHAT people are liking about it. If no one ever comments on my backgrounds, I now know what to improve. If most people comment on liking the expressions, I now know the strong points of my art and can use it to my advantage to make even better art in the future.
The same goes for fic. If multiple people tell me they liked a certain part of the story I now know that things similar to that are a hit. It’s feedback I can use to improve the story and give my readers more of what they want. Without that I have no idea what they like about the fic.
Talking with a writer about their story also gives them inspiration!! Nothing gets us more in the mood to work on a fic than to have people wanting to talk about it.
A lot of times just talking about one of my fics with someone will give me that push to continue working on it.
Getting a comment that just says “great chapter” or “you’re a great writer” doesn’t do much to motivate us to continue that particular fic. But if you talk about the story and the characters it gives us motivation to continue working on it, may even give us ideas for future chapters. I would hope that those of you with “comment anxiety” find this approach so much easier than trying to praise the writer every time you read.
So that fic the author hasn’t updated in forever that you’re dying to read? Talk to them about the fic and the elements of the story! It will make the writer want to talk to you about it and will get their mind thinking about it, hopefully inspiring them to continue where they left off. Fics that are left in silence are more likely to be abandoned or even deleted because nothing feels worse than putting your heart into a story to have no one say anything about it.
TLDR; Writers do not want praise, we just want to talk with our readers about the story itself, and these are the kinds of comments that inspire us to keep writing more.
AMENDMENT >>> Some people are misinterpreting my words so I just wanted to make something clear. I am not trying to police how people comment - I am merely reassuring readers that not every writer is an entitled asshole who expects you to comment about how talented they are and what a gift they are to the fandom. I’ve seen this attitude in writers occasionally and I want people to know that most of us writers are not like that. We love any and all comments but you do not ever need to feel pressured to say how amazing we are and lick our boots. There is nothing wrong with praising the writer, in fact a lot of us love it, but it is not something that should be required if you feel inclined to comment.
A good writer will love any positive comment whether there be praise or not. A good writer will never have expectations or demand something of their readers. A good writer will appreciate their readers and cherish the comments they receive.
Hi I'm so happy I could find some VAV content here, could you do a reaction with vav where their s/o have piercings please?
VAV: you have piercings
I tried to write it in a neutral way - no gender, no mentions of you being their s/o or friend, skin colour isn’t mentioned either - I hope that’s okay with you.
I’m truly sorry it took me so long. Thank you for being the first one to request something and for supporting those lovely, talented men!
He’s very open minded and would love how excited and confident you are with/because of your piercings. Would like the way they look on you and will surely be hyping you up if you ever want more. He will also make sure you take good care of them - he’s good at nagging and we all know it
He would love the way those piercings look on you. For some reason I think he would enjoy touching them?! (which can be quite annoying and is not the most hygienic thing to do) Would be supportive if you want new ones.
I think as long as you are truly happy with them he wouldn’t mind them at all, but I think he would prefer less piercings and a more natural look. (or small, elegant looking piercings)
Would love to buy you new piercings and try to match it with your outfits! Your personal stylist. He would ask a looooot of questions and be very interested in different piercings and jewellery.
He LOVES the way your piercings emphasize your beauty/looks. Will try to match his accessories. He probably would be kind of jealous. Also… VERY protective if someone voices their negative opinion in front of him.
He seems like a „Your body - your choice“ kind of person, so i don’t think he would mind them. Would like them because they’re a part of you. But I can see him being very caring and interested.
I can totally see him loving them just as much as you do, thinking you’re brave for enduring the pain and cool for not caring about other people’s opinion. He seems like someone who will constantly want to touch them as well - just like Baron - only because he enjoys to annoy you.
Note: Everything I write is fiction or my personal opinion.
okay but let us all say thank you to our gif creators because they work so quickly to provide quality content on our comeback days like you all POP off. it’s only been like 3 hours and there’s already s o m a n y gifs
Summary: What does it take to meet a handsome stranger? A summer storm and an missing umbrella, and maybe fate.
Word count: 1037
You look out the window of the small café you’re currently working at, enjoying the pleasant tinkling sound of the decorative wind chimes in front of the window and your mood instantly gets better. You absolutely love weather like that, right before a summer storm - the dark blue sky with clouds of various grey tones marbling into it. The slim trees on the side of the street are slightly bending because of the wind. People walking faster as normal, trying to escape the cold breeze, full of hope to arrive before it begins to rain. But overall it’s still warm enough and cozy.
„I haven’t seen you so calm and at peace for some time now“ Your coworker breaks the silence.
You turn around and smile at her, replying with a quick „Yeah, it’s been a while.“
„You’re quite special, you know?“ she asks while coming closer to you.
You couldn’t help but giggle at her random words. „Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?“
„Of course a compliment! It’s just that others hate rain and storms but you always look the happiest at times like that. I admire that you don’t get scared or annoyed by it like most people do.“
„People tend to get stressed by the smallest things these days… Why not just accept things as they are? So what if we get wet from unexpected rain? It’s not the end of the world. And the wind? It’s actually funny to watch others fight with their clothes and hair.“
You turn around and look at your coworker with a mischievous smile, both of you start laughing at your words.
An hour later it’s time to close the café for the day. Your coworker left early so you take your time to clean and make sure everything’s alright before you step out and lock the door.
It’s not just raining, no it’s storming - you open your umbrella and start walking home, smiling and enjoying every second of it. After almost 20 minutes of going through the dark, storming night you see someone standing alone in the rain. Just in a simple shirt and joggers - no jacket, no umbrella.
You ask yourself „Why is that person standing alone in the park in the middle of the night? And it’s raining so much, they’ll get sick!“ Wait… why are you caring about a random stranger’s well-being? But you decide to get closer anyway.
Sooner than you could process you were standing right beside the man holding your umbrella over him as if it’s the most normal thing to do.
He looks at you, confusion written all over his face. You blush and tell him „Take it… you probably need it more than me right now.“
You turn around, already soaking wet from the pouring rain and just as you were about to walk away you feel a hand on your shoulder.
„What about you?“ He asks, still confused why a stranger would be so nice to him.
You look up and wow… How did you not notice how handsome the stranger is? You tried to keep composure and answer him with a bright smile „I’m almost at home, don’t worry!“
„How about we walk together?“ he suggests, his cheeks and ears turning red. After a few seconds he starts again „Shit sorry! Only if that’s okay with you! I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to invade you priva-„
„Stop rambling and apologising, I’d love to share my umbrella with such a handsome stranger.“ You state, your voice and words full of confidence - even though you were super nervous deep inside.
„Oh… thank you, I’m Hyunjae, but handsome stranger doesn’t sound too bad either“ he says, smiling softly. „What’s your name? Umbrella owner isn’t really flattering.“
You start laughing and tell him your name.
„Pretty! Just like the umbrella owner herself“
Both of you start to walk in the same direction, the conversation light and fun. You get to know random facts about him, noticing how much you have in common, but that’s not the only thing you notice. His scent? Heavenly. His smile? The cutest you’ve ever seen. His voice? Comforting.
After some time standing in front of your apartment complex, you turn around - ready to say goodbye to the summer storm stranger - who doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore.
„Well… that’s where our ways part.“ you tell him with a disappointing, silent voice. You never knew you could get interested and attached to a person so fast.
His loud voice surprises you and makes you flinch.
„Sorry!“ he says while he makes sure you’re okay.
„Please tell me what got you so excited? You’re confusing me“ you tell him.
„Y/n, I live here as well“ he smiles down at you, eyes full of joy.
„Wait, what?! You… I…“
„WE ARE NEIGHBOURS!!!“ he screams, startling you again.
„Oops sorry, I can get a bit loud sometimes“ he laughs at the overwhelmed look on your face.
You start laughing as well as soon as you get over the first shock.
„Stop apologising for everything… so we’re neighbours, huh? That means we will see each other from time to time.“
„Yeah… y/n would you mind giving me your phone number? I really enjoyed talking to you and since we’re neighbours we could hang out sometime? Only if you want of course!“
„Hyunjae… why are you always apologising and rambling? Again - I would love to.“ You say, holding your phone right in front of his handsome face.
He looks a bit shocked and taken aback but quickly takes the phone and saves his number. Right after he finishes he pulls you into a hug, giggles and vanishes in the apartment complex.
After going up to your apartment and taking a hot shower you check your phone. There it is - Hyunjae’s number saved as „Handsome neighbour“.
You lay down in your bed, cuddling into your soft blanket. Your eyes wander to the window, the storm is slowly calming down. You decide to end the day with a small text message.
„Handsome neighbour, huh? Btw you never thanked me for sharing my umbrella with you. How about dinner to make up for it? - your pretty neighbor“
Note: Everything I write is fiction or my personal opinion.
why are so many great writers leaving? It makes me sad that so many are leaving and that we cant read their content anymore or even say goodbye :(
tumblr used to be a safe place for so many of us, but recently, with the waves of unnecessary hate and bullying, many writers are discouraged to continue writing and don’t feel that spark of happiness they used to feel while logging in.
if you’re a content consumer, please support your favorite writers as much as you can; leave comments, reblog with tags or a little something like your favorite quote, leave an ask telling them how good their work was and you’re endlessly thankful for the time they put in this… too many writers feel like their efforts go to waste because they think they “don’t fit in” (this is what a writer friend of mine told me before deactivating, i’m just using her own words here).
writing is fun, it’s a hobby for us. so when it slowly turns into a task, something we have to do instead of something we want to do, this is when many of us decide to leave
Summary: It’s been two weeks since your picnic and you now know that he’s way more to you than just a best friend. Your bond is stronger than ever so you decide to keep it simple and make it special.
Warnings: minor mentions of food
Word Count: 716
Today you meet your best friend Sejun after not seeing him for two weeks. It may not sound long but it felt like an eternity. After your well prepared picnic you couldn’t stop thinking about him and realised that you have stronger feelings towards him than you always thought. You’re still not sure if you want to confess and things to change. You know that, even if he doesn’t feel the same, your friendship won’t end. The bond you two share is way too strong to be broken. You look into the mirror and you ask yourself „what could possibly go wrong?“. You smile at yourself and continue to lift your own confidence by saying „You can do it!“.
After a few more minutes of talking to your own reflection and more of „He already loves you for who you are. There’s s nothing to worry about!“ you start to laugh out loud. After checking the clock you notice that you don’t have much time left. You sprint into your bathroom to freshen up and back to your bedroom to change into your well planned outfit. A simple shirt and jeans - just keep it simple.
Right after you finish looking one more time into your beloved mirror the doorbell rings and you happily run to open it.
„Sejun! How are you? I’ve missed you a lot!“ you say while hugging him like your life depends on it.
You hear him chuckle, the sweetest sound to you.
„Hey sweetie. I’m good and I’ve missed you even more.“ he calmly says while still holding you. „But can you let go of me and let me inside?“ he continues.
„Oh yeah sure“ you answer him a bit embarrassed.
After preparing drinks and some snacks you guys lay down on your couch and you talk about what you both have been up to these last two weeks, joke around and share some gossip about your other friends. You didn’t even realise how close you are laying beside each other until he’s almost on top of you while laughing at some story you just told him. Without really thinking you ask „Sejun? Have you ever thought about our future?“
„Our future? Well I hope we still meet up regularly, joke around and spend some lazy day’s together, make memories and talk about old times. I wish that we’re always in each other’s lives. But why are you asking, is everything okay?“ he looks at you with worries all over his face.
„Yeah… everything is just fine.“ You answer with a genuine smile. You’re not even disappointed, the fact that he cares so much about you that he sees a future with you - even only as his best friend - warms your heart. But you think it’s only fair to be honest with him so you decide to tell him about your feelings.
„But there’s something I need to tell you.“ You say, getting a bit nervous now.
„You can tell me everything, i won’t ever judge or leave you, Y/N. We promised to never lie and hide things from each other, right?“
You take a last deep breath.
„Sejun, I’m in love with you.“ You say while the nervousness takes over.
You see and hear him laughing. Wait, why is he laughing?! You’re confused but decide to wait for his response. After a few seconds he stops, looks at you with a sly smile and calmly says „Good, I’m in love with you as well.“ before leaning in and giving you the softest, most loving kiss you’ve ever had.
„Okay?“ You’re still confused.
„Okay.“ he states.
„What just happened? I’m lost. Why were you laughing? And did we really just confess to each other?“
„Yes Y/N we just confessed to each other, in the most random way. That’s exactly why I was laughing. I wanted to confess for weeks now but never knew when and how and then you just do it while we’re laying beside each other on your couch, like it’s the easiest thing to do. Even our picnic two weeks ago was more romantic than our official confession!“ He starts laughing again, this time you’re joining. You lay your head on his chest, look into his sparkling eyes and teasingly say:
„Keep it simple and make it special.“
Note: Everything I write is fiction or my personal opinion.
Favorite thing about being a fic writer is the comments. No seriously unless you’re a fic writer you don’t understand the level of kindness and almost heroin-esque level high writers get from getting thoughtful feedback from loyal readers. It’s fantastic.
Summary: You and your best friend share a love for „way too sweet“ things. Maybe one Saturday evening will make things even sweeter.
Warnings: mentions of food
Word Count: 873
You look satisfied at your Apartment, you hate cleaning but at the same time you’re always happy with the outcome. You are on your way to your kitchen to treat yourself with some „way too sweet caramel latte“ as most your friends would say. Just as you finished pouring the caramel syrup into the glass cup your phone rings.
„Are you home? I want to bake a cake!“ your best friend asks.
„Yes I am… but why does it matter if I’m home or not?“ You answer, confused by his question.
„Because I want to bake a cake with you, silly. I’m on my way.“ San says and ends the call without waiting for an answer.
That’s how it always has been but you enjoy how spontaneous your friendship is.
After going to the bathroom to freshen up you stare at yourself in the mirror and start to get this weird feeling again. You’re not entirely sure when you started to get nervous around San and why you always feel so excited to just be around him but you never questioned it. Truth be told… you can’t think of any person you’d rather spend your Saturday evening with.
The sudden ring of your doorbell brings you back to reality and you happily walk to the door. You almost get hit by it before you can even reach the knob.
„Hey y/n! You were too slow so I used the apartment passcode you gave me, hope you don’t mind.“ San says, mischievously smiling at you.
„Yeah…wait what?! I wasn’t even that slow!“ you answer, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
That’s when you look up for the first time and notice how good he looks, even with his plain black shirt and his worn out sweatpants. You start to giggle at your own thoughts.
„Come on! Let’s not waste any time. I really want my cake!“ he yells while walking over to your kitchen. You follow him, smiling to yourself and thinking how cute his enjoyment over a simple cake is. What you didn’t know is that his happiness isn’t due to „a simple cake“ but because he gets to spend time with you and do something he knows you love to do - baking a „way too sweet cake“ and drink some „way too sweet caramel latte“. Yes, some would say you have an obsession with sweet things. Maybe that would explain your obsession with him as well, but you would never openly admit that, or would you?
After twenty minutes of laughing, happily putting the ingredients together and ridiculous dancing the cake was ready for the pre heated oven. You decide to clean the mess while waiting for it to be ready.
„Here, let me help you.“ he says while softly pushing you away from the flour covered counter and wiping it. You stand behind him, smiling and thinking that you wouldn’t mind spending every Saturday like that. Without thinking much about it you say exactly that out loud.
„What did you say?“ San asks, smirking teasingly.
„You heard what I said, don’t make me say it again“ you quietly say while trying to find a way to move on from the embarrassment of a possible rejection.
„No say it again, please..?“ his tone is more serious this time.
You take a deep breath and continue speaking.
„Listen… I really enjoy spending time with you like that… I like our silly conversations, baking cake and drinking caramel coffees that other people get diabetes from by just looking at it. I don’t mind making a mess even if I just cleaned my apartment this morning, because I know you will be here to help. I just know that I would never get tired of spending my Saturdays like that… with you.“ You don’t want to look at him.
„Y/n… please tell me you’re not joking“ it sounds like a hopeful question.
You look into his dark brown eyes, they’re full of hope, love and warmth. „I’m in love with you“ you state happily. You don’t know where the confidence comes from as you continue:
„No strike that, I love you! I want to spend my life with you, not much would change. We would still bake cakes together, drink „way too sweet“ caramel latte, joke around, be silly, have deep conversations in the middle of the night while cuddling… but we also would be able to annoy our friends with being even more touchy with each other and ki-„
You feel his soft lips on yours… kissing you. Both of you smiled into the kiss. It was short but full of love.
You pulled away with a big smile on your face.
San looks at you with sparkling eyes and just says „I wanted to confess with the cake we just baked, but this time I was too slow, hm?“
He really wanted to confess with the cake? The cake…
„Oh no! We forgot about the cake in the oven!“ you scream while rushing over in panic.
Luckily it wasn’t burned. You turn around just to crush into his chest. With his hands on your waist he pulls you even closer, smiles down at you and says „It‘s perfect, just like our sweet love.“
Note: Everything I write is fiction or my personal opinion.