#This isn’t even about fanfic

[catstar91]

Ok phandom peeps, I need to get something off my chest. I cannot stop thinking about it, it’s so funny that this happened to me!

So I’ve been casually perusing the DP fandom for a while, right? Like for several years at least! What can I say? I like art! So at various points I had talked to my aunt about some stuff related, like fun stuff about the phandom and the existence of ghost king aus and stuff. Recently though, I found a fanfic that I spent AN ENTIRE DAY reading and doing nothing else! Like I stayed up late the night before, woke up to immediately read more! I don’t normally read fanfics, let alone any long form story, cuz my attention span is shit and has been shit basically all my life! So in the evening when I was a good chunk of the way through the fic, I talked to my aunt about it! Cuz it’s funny! I found a lot of things in it very amusing and wanted to share!

And then she asked for a link…

The next thing I know, within a few months, probably 3 months later at most, my aunt starts telling me about phandom lore I had never even heard of before! She literally made an ao3 account!!! Guys I am floored! I’ve been idly watching from the shadows for so long, and then I accidentally get my aunt into the phandom and she starts telling me about a red duck candle that’s apparently been integral DPxDC lore for YEARS!

What have I DONE???

#Danny Phantom #DP #this isn’t art or any creative writing this is just sharing a personal experience I had so this isn’t going on my side blog #side blog does have some personal ramblings but they’re typically for art related plans and writing ideas #sorry to anyone following me for fandom stuff- I do try to avoid clogging my main with personal stuff and the like but… #god I just can’t get over this! How did I manage to get my aunt into reading DPxDC fanfics so fast??? #she never watched DP and even she didn’t really know much about batfam stuff (all of my knowledge has been from online fandom stuff) #so I’m just absolutely going insane about this cuz holy shit #how did I never know about the red duck candle???

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s unmoving body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

#I swear I do plan on expanding this work into a series… I can’t believe it’s been a year and I still haven’t posted any of related fics… oof #blame bad and techno for claiming me attention lol… anyways I do have lots written so it’s coming… :) #leftovers #c!dream #thank y’all so much for your support. kind words. and for encouraging me to write more and making me feel safe to do so and share it. <3 #writing has been really good for my mental health this past year and not only being allowed to do so #but having people enjoy it has been really really healing for me so thank you so much <3 <3 #thanks for being the first fandom that emboldened me to write fanfic <3 #dreamcatcher #dsmp #dreblr #dsmp dream #for real though… I could have written such good arrow and supernatural and maybe even Loki fanfic if I’d know fandoms could be so supportiv #(and that fanfic isn’t just about ships… XD) #dream smp #dsmp fanfic

[avelera]

Things that can be simultaneously true:

1 ) Codependency that would be unhealthy in real life can be really sexy and appealing in fic, and in romance stories in general, because those aren’t real life. We want to see the excesses of that emotion so we can feel it vicariously as far removed as we are as readers by the barrier of the written word. Writing characters who are obsessively in love is an effective tool in that regard even if they shouldn’t serve as educational models of an ideal relationship (whatever that is).

2 ) Some of what y’all are labeling as “unhealthily codependent” (even if it’s praise of a story where y’all find the codependency appealing as part of the story!)… isn’t unhealthily codependent?? Sometimes people do just spend a lot of time together when they love each other and make one another their priority? Oftentimes, that’s the person that people choose to marry (or equivalent) and the whole point of that decision and arrangement is you become one another’s priority???

Like I’m just gonna throw this out there as a litmus test for fandom to try out but maybe (when it’s adult characters involved) just ask “is this unhealthily, clinically codependent, like these people can’t psychologically function without the other, OR would they just be really sad without the other because they’re effectively married and they’ve made one another a priority and they could, in fact, after they’ve grieved pull themselves together and continue to function, even if it’s not instantaneous??”

#this is somewhat hampered by the fact I’m not sure even fandom knows what they mean when saying codependent #heck maybe I’m actually codependent on my partner! #and that’s why I don’t see it as a problem but I do also have my own life #I’m just puzzled sometimes by what gets labeled as codependent #when it’s like that’s just people in love who are also friends?? #idk I’m sure someone could get pedantic about this #but like having a crisis because someone you treasure is hurt or missing #ISN’T codependent that’s just loving someone?? #I’m assuming some of these people haven’t had a serious relationship before?? #Maggie rambles #codependency in fanfic

[not-available-for-comment]

“Image-obsessed celebrity can’t be struggling behind the scenes because being ultra-famous and almost pathologically protective of your public image is famously a very mentally healthy experience with no psychological downsides” is just as much of a dogshit parasocial take as “famous straight conventionally attractive if sometimes cryptic celebrity is leaving secret puzzles to prove to me specifically that she’s gay”.

You don’t know these people. YOU DON’T KNOW THESE PEOPLE. You can just like or dislike the music and it will be ok. I will not send the art cops to your house. Go to a coffee shop and put a tenner in the busker’s guitar case if you’re that exercised about it.

Also, not for nothing, being wealthy can be helpful with mental illness, but pushy stage parents and legions of obsessive fans historically Are Not. We’ve somehow blown straight past “money can’t buy happiness but it can pay for rent and doctor’s appointments which sure fucking help” to “no rich person has had a real problem ever” and I regret to inform you that that second statement is what the original platitude is about. It is, tragically, possible to have rent and groceries and doctors bills and cute clothes paid for without a second’s thought and still have a bad time of it, because even rich people are human beings who come from families of human beings and have human friends and lovers and staff and coworkers and part of the human condition is that sometimes some of us suffer.

I get the impulse to be resentful of someone singing about having a hard time when the spare change from between her couch cushions would easily save your life. I’ve been through a period of my life where I tried not to obviously resent my friends for *having food*. It’s ok if you can’t listen to her for that reason and in fact I’d argue that you shouldn’t. It’s painful, and it’s not the kind of pain that produces anything worthwhile, just more resentment. But “she’s making up alcoholism for clout” is such a deeply stupid way to phrase that. You don’t know her. What if she isn’t? What if she IS? Making up personas is literally part of her brand. Do you need a hug? Sincerely. I think a hug would maybe be more productive here. I’m sorry things are hard. It’s not fair. You’re right. It isn’t.

I just think one slightly overexposed pop singer is maybe not the main reason it’s hard.

#I’m probably not making any sense #but the utterly unhinged fanfic that just crossed my dash while masquerading as cultural analysis made me see red #I don’t even particularly care about tswift #I own 3 of her albums and don’t keep up with new releases #she’s done several things i deeply disliked #but i don’t think she’s a bad person #just young and out of touch #but the idea that having nice things is the same thing as being mentally or even physically healthy is rancid #it’s the cornerstone of the self-care bilking machine #and a way of making you miserable without giving you any tools to actually make your life better #HUMAN. CONNECTION. IS. HEALTHY. MONEY. IS. NOT. #that’s an oversimplification #rent obviously is healthy #abusive family isn’t #but your guiding principle needs to be forging strong healthy connections #not accumulating so much stuff that god can’t touch you

[betterthanbatman1]

Guys I love Jason so much I’m actually about to cry. Wtf I saw a fanart piece and my eyes are watering like what do I do I love him so much???. My heart seriously feels heavy with all of this love. I’m literally laying on the floor paralyzed by the love I have for him I actually don’t know what to do

#Maybe I’ve had a long day #and maybe my emotions are whack #but I’m not even joking about this #Like this isn’t even me going feral over him in a aghdjdjfhksekrn way #it’s just such a deep love in a wow I could never live without him way #He’s my emotional support blorbo #Time to whip out the fanfics yayy #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #dc #Red rambles #I’m doing fine btw idk why I had this sudden realisation lmao

[shibaraki]

idkidk it’s hard for me to sufficiently emphasise just how deeply plagiarism has affected me and the way I post. I think for anyone who has dealt with plagiarism or had their ideas lifted, there is a bit of a bruise that never really goes away? it can totally sap the joy out of not only writing but engaging in the community—having similar concepts is not a crime and can be a great way to connect with others. now it just makes me extremely wary and stirs up a lot of unpleasant feelings. I know it’s nice to have two cakes and you’ll all eat it happily but if the other person has used the exact same recipe I’m going to feel a bit shit. hell the other person might feel shit about it too idk 💀 this is poorly articulated ksksks

#obviously it’s clear when it’s actual plagiarism #but some people do and will still use ‘coincidence’ to excuse it #it makes you feel like you’re insane for even considering it #it isn’t that I have no confidence in my writing. I know my writing will be different. I know my cake tastes brilliant on its own #and of course it’s not always nicked. but the fact that the other cake is there at all is going to bother me for eternity #I guess I’m kinda like a hit dog except with fanfic LMAO #btw I’m talking very specific similarities. you and another person both doing the ‘shared a bed’ trope is not what I’m talking about #turning reblogs off because this is mostly a vent and not worded right and I’m sure someone will try come for my neck anyway #please don’t wilfully misunderstand what I’m saying #I know what plagiarism is believe me. as mentioned I am speaking on my own personal and specific experience #however you feel about it and how you handle it is valid and fine

[whore-tm]

moodboard for…

‘Good winter, I’ll be with you’

by @yabakuboi

fandom: Game of Thrones

pairing: Jon Snow/Tormund Giantsbane

word count: ~ 30k

rating: Explicit

tags: Post Series Finale, Spoilers, canon compliant, hurt/comfort, slow burn, (domestic) fluff, falling in love, depression, explicit sexual content, sexual exploration, internalised homophobia, suicidal ideation, past Jon/Daenerys, past Jon/Ygritte

summary: Jon follows the wildlings past the wall and into winter, never expecting to find anything more than a snowy grave and the quiet death of the North.

Read here on ao3!

#jonmund #jon x tormund #got fanfic #got #aria’s moodboards #ahem okay #i don’t know you and you don’t know me but DAMN this fic got me good. i didn’t even think about reading got fic until i finished the show - #and got on tumblr and searched for gifs and i mean these two got me from the beginning but bro. bro. seeing their scenes again just made me #- die ! #so off to ao3 i went after not having read fic in like.months lol. and ngl i was a bit afraid some fics might be out of character bc i ADOR #their characters so so so much but god you did them such justice… it was so good to read. like /so/ good. i read it all in one go and i hop #i get to read the last chapter soon but obviously no pressure at all #anyway i hope this isn’t weird ! just wanted to show my appreciation and also advertise this fic to other people. if you even read this far #- you might as well read the fic ok it’s really really really good ! like so fucking good ! thank you for coming to my ted talk #game of thrones #got edit #tormund giantsbane #jon snow

[autistic-katara]

there r fics that make u insane (so amazingly good it’s removed ur sanity) and then there’s fics that make u insane (you need to fistfight the author for how they did a specific thing that caused u to rant for hours)

#i know i just posted that other thing but ffs that is NOT how u handle someone in that situation everyone involved made everything 10x worse #yet it’s being treated like the right thing to do (which again ofc they’re cops they don’t understand harm reduction but still) like #seriously everything’s so forceful like u seriously think forcing ur friend to talk to u or forcing a patient to talk to a therapist under #the threat of being admitted to a psychiatric hospital is gonna make her feel comfortable talking to u? or anyone? she’s just gonna trust u #less and get better at hiding it and speaking of which the taking away all sharp objects thing makes sense in theory but like think abt it #for a minute she confirmed she isn’t suicidal and this is her only way of coping so do not just forcibly take away all her coping mechanism #like yes she is hurting herself but it’s a COPING MECHANISM. she’s coping with something. help her with that don’t just take away her penci #sharpers or whatever (which btw since she’s an adult she could easily buy more stuff and yk learn to hide it better) which again has to be #voluntary it isn’t gonna work if u force someone to do smthn they don’t want to like as ur friend u could’ve made it clear u care abt her #and wouldn’t judge her for anything and r here if she wants to talk don’t just say “you have to talk to me” and casually threaten #hospitalisation when she isn’t ready in the moment like seriously if this wasn’t a badly written fanfic she would completely stop trusting #bcz given that this wasn’t even done out of panic i would like ffs u are NOT doing any of this right #oops sorry ranted abt the bad fic in my tags- #it’s not where the author’ll see it and know it’s about them i don’t feel bad abt it #this was my first time even looking at stuff for this fandom so #cw self harm in tags #idk if i need to tag anything else for that 😭 #fanfic #ao3 #ryan shut the fuck up

[captain-space-kin]

The whole “friendship is dumb” interpretation of Shadow will literally never not be funny to me. Since in his first appearance he was 100% ready and willing to blow up the planet because he thought that’s what his friend wanted. Dude was just going to straight up murder everyone, and you’re going to sit here and tell me he isn’t loyal to a fault. That he wouldn’t drop everything to help out someone he cared about.

Now I do think that he would ACT like he doesn’t care, because he’s dramatic like that. But I can almost guarantee that anytime he tries to pull the “I don’t need friends they disappoint me” card, someone goes “Uh huh, yeah sure, tell that to the fucking moon”.

#Everyone knows that he’s a big softie on the inside but he’d never admit that out loud #1. Because again dramatic and 2. Because he has an IMAGE to uphold #Note this isn’t like inherently about his Boom characterization #I don’t mind Boom!Shadow because it’s a different continuity and all that #Just as long as it doesn’t influence other stuff #but it obviously has rip #I’ve also seen this in many a fanfic even more recent ones #and it just like irks me #it’s a “he would not fucking say that” situation if you will lol #sth #shadow the hedgehog #Captains Hot Cakes

[lovingempress]

It’s only been a few days and not only is “gaslight gatekeep Goncharov” already a recommended tag on Tumblr,

There are 225 works on AO3, with the first published work there only happening TWO DAYS AGO (Nov 19, 2022)

SOMEONE ELSE MADE A TRAILER????

Y’all are monsters (affectionate) LOL

#unreality #goncharov #gaslight gatekeep goncharov #the only unreality of this post is the idea that goncharov is an actual film #y’all are amazing #i can’t stop laughing #tumblr collectively went- you know what would be funny? #what if we gaslit the Internet about goncharov #and then you COMMITTED #TO AN EXTENT SO LARGE #I CANT EVEN #the saddest part of all this is that goncharov isn’t real #because some of the stuff that people are creating of this is just so so so good #the fanart?? #the introspections?? #the literary dissections?? #this is absolutely the fanfic experience oh my gods #peak tumblr #tumblr culture

[midnight-moth]

Sorry to hide behind anon for this because i feel kinda silly asking. Y'know where your new mean Rain fic ends? Does one of the other ghouls come for him, or the scene ends after the fic ends and Rain / Dew care for him 'off screen'? The fic was really good and really well written, but a tag or warning for 'no aftercare' would have been really helpful for me if the scene does end where the fic does.

No, I’m sorry! I didn’t think to tag it that way. And that’s my fault.

And actually, I was going to add a little follow up tomorrow. Because I normally don’t write that way. I should be sleeping but instead I was in bed thinking about what I wanted to write. I wrote this sitting in the dark and it is probably riddled with typos but I feel better putting it out there now. Below the cut, some sorry ghouls.

Although Dew had fallen asleep rather quickly. He woke up with a start. A strange feeling settled in his gut. Rain heard him shoot up in the bunk, leaning against the wall with a grunt.

“What’s wrong?” Rain already knew what was wrong. Although part of him knew that the new ghoul enjoyed the scene. He hadn’t ended it properly. He let his unexpected jealousy consume his thoughts, dictate his actions. And that was his fault alone.

Dew slipped out of the bunk wordlessly, but Rain knew where he was headed. To the dim light shining from the back of the bus. Rain swallowed his pride like a mouthful of gravel and followed.

Mountain and Swiss must’ve left right after they did. Because looking at the blue light flashing on the wall, they’d actually only fallen asleep for maybe 20 minutes or so.

Phantom sat, wearing the same clothes he’d kicked to the floor earlier, one of the questionable throw blankets on the sofa wrapped around his shoulders.

Dew shuffled to the kitchen, making some lemon ginger tea, no caffeine, a personal favorite of his that he hoped the new ghoul would like. When he returned with the steaming mug, Rain was already crouched on the floor in front of him. A distinct change in the dynamic earlier.

He held out both hands, palms up, like some kind of white flag. Phantom eyed him wearily before sliding his hands on top.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked more questions. I should’ve established boundaries. Yours in particular. I saw the line and I crossed it. But it won’t happen again. You don’t have to forgive me. But just know it wasn’t Dew’s fault. I take responsibility for all of it.”

Dew stood at his back, shocked by such an open omission of guilt without much provocation. Although Dew wasn’t blameless. Lost in a haze of lust, he too saw that blurry line and didn’t do anything to stop Rain from crossing it either.

He closed the space between them, offering the mug before sinking to the floor beside Rain. “It isn’t all his fault. It’s mine too. I’m sorry I didn’t intervene. I’m sorry if we hurt you.”

Phantom sat there, processing what they were saying to him. He hadn’t really considered the wider implications of their actions either. He assumed it was some kind of hazing, some kind of game that maybe he wasn’t ready to play. That he also agreed to participate without knowing all the rules.

Dew took one of Phantom’s hands into his own. Trying his best to channel some kind of comfort through the minimal contact.

When Phantom finally spoke they were practically hovering in an anticipation of what he’d say. “I forgive you.”

Rain shook his head. “No, it can’t be that easy. How can we make it up to you?”

“It is that easy. I know why it went too far. You pushed, I let you. Because I liked it. To a point. And I was too lost in getting off to even realize where the point was that I didn’t like it.”

Not quite the answer they expected. Rain spoke first, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” Dew echoed his words.

“Well, we can all point fingers at ourselves, I guess.”

“Can you tell me, where it went from good to bad?”

Phantom sunk further into the worn cushions, still allowing his hands to be held prisoner even though he wanted to use them to cover his face.

“When I realized at the end that you actually meant what you said. I already know I’m not him. But I didn’t think you actually wanted me gone. Didn’t even want to remember my name. Throw me off a moving bus.”

“Oh, no. No.” Rain pressed his forehead into Phantom’s hand. “It has nothing to do with Aether. It has everything to do with the schism in my brain that exists between sex and love.”

Dew looked through his hair at Rain’s face. He knew what he meant. “Your hearts big enough to love more than just me.”

Rain knew that. He saw it all around him, in his pack. But coming to this point in time, what it took to get where they were, for Dew to be the one giving him advice about love, that he was his mate, his partner. His. Finally his. He’d closed off his mind to the possibility.

“You don’t have to love me. I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I don’t.” Rain murmured against the back of his hand. Rain felt a little bit like he was sinking. That he’s fucked everything up royally. And not just between the 3 of them. Because what affected one or two affected them all.

Phantom leaned forward, resting his forehead against the top of Rain’s head. “Maybe I don’t truly understand. From experience. But I get it. I forgive you.”

Rain nodded. Not quite ready to feel absolved. Starting over was far too much to ask even if that’s what he wanted the most.

Rain took his wrists, flipping them over to expose his inner forearms.

“See, already healing.” It was true, there were only faint white marks in his skin now, thanks to his particular breed of magic.

“So, can we just - be friends?” Phantom meant act civilly to one another.

Rain and Dew nodded vigorously. They meant real, true friendship. Which took time. But they had time.

“Well, I guess thanks for not letting me cry myself to sleep on the sofa.” It was a joke but it landed the wrong way, tears welling up in two pairs of eyes.

“No, I was joking. I mean maybe I wasn’t. Self depreciation might be a problem for me. That’s why I liked it when you treated me like a stupid dog.”

“You’re more like a puppy.” Dew replied. “Especially on stage. Good thing your tails’ hidden away or you would knock over all the lights, fling the mic stand into the crowd.

A rather endearing shade of violet crept across Phantom’s face. “Can’t help it. It’s - exciting. Maybe not for you anymore.”

“Oh no, it is. Every time.”

Phantom yawned, displaying his double row of sharp canines. Dew had never seen that before. But clearly they were all exhausted so he’d ask another time.

Phantom drained the last of the tea, smacking his lips together. So he must’ve liked it, Dew thought.

Rain finally felt like he could bring himself to stand again, pulling Dew up with him. Phantom next.

“Well, goodnight I guess.”

“Goodnight. But where are you going?” Dew asked as he made his way to his bunk.

Phantom cocked his head, pointing at the curtain.

“No one ever sleeps alone here, thought you would’ve noticed by now.”

That same violet blush darkened across the high planes of his face. He still wasn’t sure if it was an invitation until Dew yanked him into their bunk. As a gesture of goodwill, they let him have the middle. Taking turns fiddling with his feathery black hair, playing with his tail, squishing him a bit too hard between them.

Both Rain and Dew let out a resounding sigh when the mattress started to vibrate thanks to the intense purr rumbling like a lawnmower between them.

Dew remembered being new, he remembered laying just like this. Between Ifrit and Mountain. And Rain, just the same. In between Aether and Cumulus. So friendship it was. Letting Phantom fuck Dew again? That could be tabled for now.

#delayed aftercare #rain really isn’t a completel prick even if I made him seem that way #yes I called him phantom cry about it #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #safe words and boundaries are important #even in fanfic #thanks anon <3 #midnight moth answers #midnight moth asks

[daincrediblegg]

Ah yes daddy. Mansplain monty python to me in my own post one more time I’m gonna pre

#seriously I oughta mute that post why are people so fucking pretentious #you act as though I wasn’t mad hyperfixated on them and made a powerpoint presentation about them in the 9th grade like seriously get a life #yeah they’re all oxford grads WE KNOW. as though wikipedia isn’t free you swine #I’ve watched michael palin movie deep cuts you don’t even know about #no one knows about the movie he was in with maggie smith like I do #MY FIRST FANFIC WAS ABOUT A FISH CALLED WANDA GET OFF THY HIGH HORSE AND TAKE THY FORM FROM OFF MY DOOR

[karinyosa]

listen i can’t prove that asp bloggers by and large seem to know brinker was based on gore vidal now because of me but brother i will say it was not like that back when there were like 4 asp blogs and all the fanart was anime

#you may be thinking. well there are basically 4 asp blogs now #THINK AGAIN!!!! it used to be so much worse. #it feels like there are more people consistently posting about it now #and a lot more art (MUTUALS!!! <33) #like there was an art DROUGHT #it used to be that every time you looked at the tag the same posts would be up at the top and like #it’s still sorta like that but allllll the posts i could never escape have been buried into obscurity #because there’s so much new stuff #i used to be like haha there are 5 people in this fandom or whatever #BUT THAT NO LONGER FEELS TRUE #i used to tell everyone who would listen about the gore vidal thing kehskwhskwhdjwhs #it was such a novelty to me at the time i read asp that queercoding could be so like. complete or comprehensive and also supported by #like authors and academic institutions and most importantly a tumblr fandom sksjsk #so an openly queer man being associated w my fav book whose gayness i was mentally going to bat for was craaaazzzyyy to my #middle school brain #even though i didn’t really know anything about him except for a few anecdotes at the time. brother. how things have changed #oh my god and the fact that there is/was an asp gimmick blog??? asp-quotes??? my god middle school me would’ve died #im still writing the same fucking fanfic that ms me daydreamed about finishing though. god #anyway hopefully this post isn’t. ANNNOYIINNGGG but it’s crazy to see things change like that from so close a perspective #like the smallness of the asp online community makes it easy to tell for some of these things #i draw a line directly between my younger asp mutuals constantly posting art to the influx of other asp content #in my memory one followed the other #fucking anyway. write a memoir dipshit #me.txt #a separate peace #if it is because of me that’s very funnyynbgncb #OH AND IT’S IN POLLS NOW TOO #crazy

[touchlikethesun]

now when are we going to pull out the literary analysis big guns and talk about how important harry potter is to saltburn’s story and aesthetic???

#like #its the only book any of them are shown reading #the stag imagery #the star tattoos #oxford hogwarts #felix is james and oliver is severus and this is snotter fanfic #saltburn #hp #marauders #BUT ALSO LIKE #i saw someone else complaining that saltburn couldn’t be dark academia bc they were reading hp #but i think it’s perfectly dark academia #like hp there is an over reliance on aesthetics and sentimentality to mask glaring plot holes #and dark academia isn’t actually about Smarts and Ppl Studying it’s about critique elite institutions #a whole year at oxford and felix chooses to reread hp instead of preparing for the next year #(because honestly it doesn’t matter if he even shows up to tutes he’ll at least get a 2.i) #that’s very very on brand #i think there’s also to be said for how much hp is oft called Quintessentially British matching the #Quintessentially Aristocratic Britishness of the Cattons and the Quintessentially class/wealth obsessed Britishness of Oliver #and again again again how deeply flawed hp despite being held up as perfect by some #Fennell was an english student i can’t believe this was just a fluke

[rainypebble07]

I just had a dream where there was a ton of people fighting on byler tumblr bc all the bylers were starting to convert to ‘byfro’ (Will Byers and Frodo Baggins from Lord of the Rings) supporters and everyone thought it was gonna be canon and me and just a few other still byler supporters were trying to prove them wrong.

And then there was this trend where you’d make a video of you jumping 10 feet in the air and caption the video ‘Frodo when he sees will’ and I’ve never been so confused.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #byfro??? #idk where I think of these things #like literally everyone thoguht it was gonna be canon #even though Frodo isn’t in stranger things #there were cosplayers online doing videos about it #and fanfics #and fanart #it was like a nightmare

[nezumasa]

Every time we get into a discussion about anti-censorship it somehow always wraps around to “oh so I can’t be racist/ableist/bigoted now?”

Like you can think the Pooh meme is Fine (no one can control your thoughts) but assuming other people are “snowflakes” because they’ve experienced harassment for their own features is like…classic reddit.

#it’s the fanfiction sub again and it’s incredible how often bigotry leaks out #this isn’t even about writings in fanfic #or tagging #its about crap like people getting mad that there’s ‘too many trans fics for women to project onto’ #or someone explaining why a meme format may upset some people and someone else insisting that #its censorship