I deleted my long rambly text post, here's the video I made saying all the same shit lol
I'm so sorry for: 1. no captions, tiktok will not let me use the caption function without completely ruining the sound on my video 😭 2. how fast I'm talking, the video is sped up bc people on tiktok have no attention span 3. the birds doing mating calls in the background apparently
*insert drumroll here* …The DNP Book Cult Discord server is now live! Here's the link!
"What the fuck is the dnp book cult?" I hear you ask. Simple: the dnp book cult is a Discord server dedicated to both Dan Howell & Phil Lester and books. We’ll discuss our favorite books, authors we love - literally anything bookish - and Dip and Pip at the same time.
A huge shout out to my friend moons for testing everything and helping me fix my mistakes! Please tell me if you have suggestions, questions, or notice any issues in the server. I might be a millennial/gen z cusp but I'm a bit of a boomer when it comes to Discord lmao. I have ideas for more channels, roles, etc so stay tuned!
love how the men in yellowjackets (mainly jeff and walter) are just. extremely cool with their girlfailures having committed murder they're just THAT down bad. jeff is like oh cannibalism? ritualistic murder? idc babe whatever you need I love you so much while walter is like *desperate for mistussy voice* it's fine it's FINE that you're a serial killer my grandma was a killer too see we can even bond over it here take all my compensation money can I hit now can I hit. pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏
Anyone who tries to tell you that fandom used to be chill before Kids These Days came along is lying to you, because I've been in the trenches going through old zines from the very beginning of organized science fiction fandom in the 1930s, and let me tell you, it was the autism Thunderdome. They were calling each other Hitler, getting into physical fights, writing into letter columns suggesting that other fans kill themselves.
To give the briefest of summaries: the first convention happened in 1936 with about 9 guys, and within three years they and all of sci-fi fandom had split in two over who got to plan the cons and who was a card-carrying Communist. By 1943 they'd had the first attempted fandom cult and the first faked suicide. Two different sex offenders were exposed, one the attempted cult leader and one a major player in the Communism feud. Another sex offender was only exposed in the 21st century after his death; in the 1940s he publicly proposed to a lesbian Satanist in the pages of A FANZINE and she had to politely suggest that this was best discussed in private. Everyone kept making fun of a teenage Ray Bradbury for being a terrible writer. They would tear their own friends' work to absolute shreds in public if they didn't like it!
Two young men got to the Chicago Worldcon by stowing away on boxcars and riding in the freezing cold for 30 hours (they got an award and cash prize for doing this). All this is taking place at a time where there were maybe 50 genuinely active fans, and they all knew each other and had to pay money to mail their fights to each other. It was wild out there, my friends.
The fun part about early Seventh Virtue was writing Lonan & Harrison meeting each other for the first time all over again. Here’s an early section where they prove they cannot have a single normal conversation!!!
Their meet-cute is when Harrison gets caught thieving (by Lonan) and they almost kill each other. ❤️ Soooo on brand.
Seventh Virtue, circa 2021.
Text transcript under the cut!
“So you cut me, arrest me, throw me down here, and now you want to dine with me?”
“Yes,” Lonan said. He ripped open his cutlery packet, slipped out the black fork. As he unloaded bouts of fried rice, mounds of glossed orange chicken, and a generous helping of black pepper beef, he added, “And I didn’t cut you. You did that yourself.”
Harrison snorted. Oh god, he was starving. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep up the façade before he started drooling.
“That’s because you were going to stab me in the gut,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to stab you.”
“So what were you going to do with the knife? Use it to play spin the bottle with me?”
Lonan arched a brow. “Would you like to play spin the bottle with me?”
ok the Duggar weddings are proving to be a serious pain in the ass bc they're not easy to get in a way that's good for streaming. so while I figure that out I think let's do a Rodrigues wedding:
Long shot but would anyone with experience with Discord who is interested in the dnp & books server I’m working on like to volunteer to be a “beta tester” for it? Basically I just need a few people who can give me feedback and maybe help with small technical issues lol. My lovely friend Moons has been helping but I don’t want to put it all on her and I think the more help the better! Thank you so much! 🫶🏻
Desperately trying to explain to my very uninterested friends that Fight Club is best summed up by the lines “Someday, you will die, and until you know that, you are useless to me” and “This isn’t really death, we’ll be legend, we’ll never grow old.”
Meaningless words pierce my ears and I'm left useless on the floor. A shaken mess of nerves, the voices around me are spinning angrily as I attempt to calm myself, yet I'm still left shaking.
Maybe I deserve this fear, after all I merely sat there lazily watching as the walls collapsed around me.
My minds a mess. And I have no support for it, maybe I should give up. Maybe I should let them win.
Yet I have to keep going, for if I submit to the chains holding me down it will be evident that I am the one who has shackled myself to this misery.
I can feel the broken wings of others who have suffered the same fate I would have been left it as I fly away.
Yet the chains around me pull taught, and I struggle against them, angry tears fill my eyes as I attempt to escape, and I fall to the floor once again, broken.
Misery is my only company in these times of sadness, yet I look up to see a light shining before me, beckoning me to break free of these chains.
I can hear them clink behind me as I stand once again, taking a step forth and running to the light, words of encouragement from my friends wrapping around me like a shield against the words of all who try to harm me.
My weight is thrown forth as I stumble, the chain lay broken behind me. I am pulled into the warmth of those I love as I finally find myself free.
The lights come on around me and I find myself laying down, my lover beside me as the babble of children playing down the halls fill my ears. And I'm left reminded to keep going. For her. **For Them**
I find myself free as I lay beside her, watching the peaceful breaths she takes as she sleeps, and finally, at last. *I'm Free*