#daydream fan theory

[sayitditto]

idealized love, escapism, parasocial relationships, fan culture, maladaptive daydreaming through newjeans ditto & omg

it's you, you worry about me it's you, you make me laugh

they keep on asking me, "who is he?" you really are, he's the one that's living in my system, baby

can this be real? (...) i'm going crazy, right?

[a-dowryofblood]

I'm so proud of the star wars community I have carefully curated on all my social media platforms. I sometimes forget how awful the Star Wars fandom is 😭

[timefight]

mortal!luke who is annabeth’s, a diehard stan of celebrity!reader, brother who never really got the hype of ‘stanning’ and ‘stan twitter’ until annabeth forced him to watch videos of you with her under the guise of watching conspiracy theory videos on youtube. he can’t help but suddenly understand why annabeth, level-headed annabeth who prefers books on architecture over whatever her friends are currently interested in, is so keen on you.

he is quickly enthralled by you; the way you’re effortlessly funny and teasing, but you never cross the line, how you’re super sweet and always thankful and humble when meeting your fans, how hard you worked to get where you were now, and how passionate you were about your work. when annabeth catches him watching intently, his brain buffers before he vehemently denies, telling her that he was daydreaming, but it’s clear she doesn’t believe him.

the feeling only doubles when the two stumble across you in a nearly empty diner at three in the morning, sunglasses on the top of your head and the menu in your hand. luke is the first to notice you, and even though he’s admired your face on the daily, he can’t help but second-guess himself until annabeth spots you and has a mental breakdown and collects herself in a matter of five seconds. his mouth dries when you look up, catching his gaze immediately before your eyes dart to annabeth, whose face brightens at the eye contact. you smile in amusement, beckoning her— them, over with your head, greeting them enthusiastically even though it’s clear you’re exhausted.

he keeps quiet, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you. he’s content just standing there, letting annabeth have a conversation with her favorite person ever. until you look at him after talking to annabeth about how big of a fan she was and that she’s been a fan for a long time and how thankful you were for her support. there’s a glint in your eyes as you stare up at him, and he can feel his entire body starting to heat up from the look in your eyes. he nearly misses your, “and what about you?”

and he just blinks dumbly, not connecting the dots just yet, “huh?” when you laugh, he can feel annabeth staring intensely at him, and when he glances down at her, cheeks and ears red, he just knows she’s cursing him in her head for stealing your attention.

“annabeth says she’s a big fan of me … but what about you? are you a fan, too?” there’s this mischievous look in your eyes that tell him that you know what you’re doing.

at the realization, he stands up taller, channeling the confidence that he’s usually so full of that people call him conceited. “oh, especially me.”

when you break eye contact first and try to hide your shy smile, he thinks triumphantly and rather childishly, ha.

[pucksandpower]

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Written Fics

All Locked Up

Bet on It

Blackmail Material

Blow Out the Candles

Boop!

Borrowed Time

Brake Balance

Breaking Point

Changing Lanes

Danger Noodles

Daydream

Eurovisionaries

Fairytale

Family Feud

Fit for a Queen

Gilded Cage

Head Over Heels

Inked

Lessons in Anatomy

Live Like We Want To

Lover

Made with Love

Man’s World

Mesaytara

Never Have I Ever

Newsflash

Ours to Protect

Prove Them Wrong

Roll the Dice

Ruin You

Sink or Swim

Sleepyhead

Something Sweet

The Center Cannot Hold

Theories of Relativity

Ties That Bind

Time to Kill

Under the Influence

Use Your Words

Your Friend Steve

Social Media AUs

In My Blood (series with Senna!Reader)

architect!Reader

author!Reader

black!Reader

Brazilian!Reader

celebrity crush!Reader

CEO!Reader

college student!Reader

crazy rich!Reader

endurance driver!Reader

fashion designer!Reader

fan!Reader

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footballer!Reader

girlfriend!Reader

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model!Reader

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New Year’s Edition

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shameless!Reader

single mother!Reader

socialite!Reader

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widow!Reader

wife!Reader

Wolff!Reader

Wolff!Reader II

Wolff!Reader x Max Verstappen

[victoryverse]

Hiii! I've had an idea pop into my head, but maladaptive daydreaming only gets me so far, and i cant write for my life, sadly :( ive turned to the great authors of tumblr, id live to see how u'd interpret it!

How would 141 (either poly or like any of them, im not fussy 《huge Gaz fan tho》 take ur pick) to a reader (preferably fem) who like doesn't make any noise in bed? Like could be having the most earth shattering orgasm but not a single moan. Would they see it as like a challenge to compete to see who could get her to make a noise?

You can feel the weight of his body pressing down on yours, his lips crashing against yours with an eagerness that sends a shiver down your spine. Gaz's hands wander over your body, eliciting moans from you as they trace over every sensitive spot.

He pulls back slightly, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, 'Make some noise for me, love.'

Your heart races at his words, knowing that he is determined to make you break your silence. But you can't help it – it's just the way you are, quiet and reserved in bed.

Gaz's hand slips down between your legs, his fingers tracing lightly over your wet heat. He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, 'I want to hear you scream my name.'

His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you can feel yourself starting to unravel under his touch. His fingers move expertly, finding all the right spots that make you weak and breathless. And still, you can't bring yourself to make a sound.

Gaz's lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. 'Come on, babe,' he whispers, his voice dripping with desire. 'I know you can do it. Just let go for me.'

You try to hold back the moans that are threatening to spill from your lips, but Gaz's skilled fingers and sinful mouth are too much for you to resist. He presses harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can't hold it in any longer – a loud moan tears from your lips, surprising even yourself.

'That's it, baby,' Gaz groans, his own control starting to slip as he moves faster and harder within you. 'Let me hear how good I make you feel.'

Your moans become more frequent now, the pleasure coursing through you as Gaz's thrusts become more urgent and desperate. You can't contain yourself any longer, and you start to scream his name over and over as you ride out your orgasm.

Gaz follows right after, his own release washing over him as he collapses against your trembling body. The room is filled with your ragged breaths and his satisfied groans, a symphony of pleasure and passion.

As you both catch your breath, Gaz turns to you with a satisfied smirk. 'See?' he says, running his hand through your hair. 'That wasn't so hard, was it?'

You laugh breathlessly, feeling a sense of liberation and freedom that you've never experienced before in bed. 'No, it wasn't,' you reply, a newfound confidence filling you. 'And I have a feeling it won't be hard to make some noise from now on.'

Gaz grins wickedly, pulling you in for another kiss. 'I can't wait to put that theory to the test.' And with that, he sets off on a mission to make you scream his name all night long.

~~~

feedback and requests are always welcome!

[escapedaudios]

Not to be gushy but you guys really matter to me, thanks for caring. All of my stories start out as daydreams inside my head. I've been day dreaming like this all my life but always told myself that it wasn't worth sharing with anyone. I never thought anyone would care, and I'm so happy you all proved me wrong.

Seeing my simple daydreams come back to me in the form of people's fan art and fics and theories actually blows my mind. Like they came to life after being shared with someone else and turned into something new. Thank you for letting me share with you. I know I'm probably just a small part of all your lives, but it means so much to me that there are people out there who have felt real emotions just from the things I have imagined. It's very special to me, knowing you're all out there in the world.

[starrybl1ss]

Enchanting secrets ✧˖°.

★senior/quidditch captain/slytherin!ellie williams x senior/gryffindor!reader ★warnings: making out lol, swearing, (smut in part 2 that is complete link below) ★inspo: so basically yk the drarry ships?? this is kinda basically it but with ellie & reader and the hogwarts!ellie headcannons ★please read! harry potter fans please don't come at me because the timeline of this fic is probably not accurate from the books and movies. and yes, i did watch the movie but im not really in the fandom that much so i did as much as researching as i could.

Hogwarts has been a big journey for you and all the wacky magical things happening. as now you are in senior year, the last year in hogwarts, after that you'll have do the N.E.W.T.s test that is known to be increadibly difficult.

Your really nervous, luckly your friend, Dina is a fellow gryffindor as well. And she's a smart student.

You really want to do well in the test. magic isn't as easy as flickering a wand in the air and boom! your a frog. Its much more complex than that. theory or practice, its hard.

Your now in the library with Dina, studying your ass off. its quite stressful with all the subjects.

Tomorrow is the quidditch match. your house versus slytherin. you can't wait to watch it. its always so much fun watching quidditch. you never really liked playing quidditch since it all looks so exhausting and dangerous, not like hogwarts is not itself. but you rather focus on your studies.

"Dina, im going back. real tired. you coming?" you ask the black haired girl. "Yeah all go back after its actually time for students to get back and sleep" she replied. "Cya" you left the library grabbing your books.

You walk all along the school corridors and went on the anoyying stairs that always move to a different place. its still quite busy. but only with all the seniors. running up and down.

You suddenly bump into someone. an auburn haired girl making you drop your book. "shit, sorry let me get them for you" she bent down to your knees grabbing the books you dropped.

The girl hands out the books back to you. "thanks... ellie?" you thank her while a bit skeptical if thats her name. "no problem" she replied and continues walking down the stairs.

You were right, Ellie williams. captain of the slytherin quidditch team. You see her a lot. she's a big deal. the some what 'anoyying' quidditch captain that always makes their team win in quidditch the past years shes been in hogwarts.

You continue walking up the stairs towards the 'fat lady' painting. You stood infront of the painting. "fibbertigibbet" you said as the painting opened and you step in.

Your basically the first senior to enter since everybody was busy studying while you cant take it anymore. you were too sleepy. so you changed in to your pyjamas and went to bed

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

Your sleep was interrupted by Dina. "wake upppp, it's already time for brekfast!" she shook your unconcious body. you quicky open your eyes and saw that it is perfectly 7.30 in the morning.

Your sleep felt so quick. "wait up, im gonna get dress" you got up and dressed up as Dina waited in the common room.

"Let's go Deen" you went outside the gryffindor house and quickly went down the stairs to the great hall where brekfast is served until around 8.

You went ahead and sat down and grabbed the food you wanted. chicken, again. your kind of obsessed with eating chicken by now.

You glaired at the slytherin table where you saw, ellie williams again. for some reason, since you two bumped to eachother on the stairs, you couldnt seem to get her of your mind.

Dina waved her hand infront of your face trying to stop you from zoning out and daydreaming too much. "who's the lucky guy your gonna take to dance after the exam?" Dina looks at you hoping you already have a guy to take out to the last senior prom.

"Oh uh, dunno" you slightly shook your head. "who we're you looking at anyways?" she asks curiously. "no one, just uhh.. someone that helped me grab my books when we bumped into eachother last night"

"see? i dont think thats a 'no one' after all! who is it?" she shook your shoulder excitedly. "a girl... you know? slytherin's quidditch captain?" you said nervously.

"are you kidding? ellie? you mean ellie williams? she's bad news!-" Dina said out loudly as you stopped her to make her a little more quite since there was a lot of people looking at you two.

"My god, she's so anoyying! she's our rival y/n!" she looks at you. "i knowww, but-" you stopped talking trying to think what to say next.

"but what? okay, i could quickly find you a good looking, smart, green flag gryffindor guy in a minute! it'll be easy, almost every gryffindor wants you. not to meantion, a lot of other boys from other houses would want you"

"i'll just worry about it later, whats the point of having a 'guy' that wants you but you don't want them anyways?"

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

You couln't focus the whole time in potions. you kept having your eyes on ellie making it difficult. you exited the class and went towards the bathroom to wash your face.

You went inside hearing someone crying and ofcourse it is moaning myrtle. the ghost who haunts the girls bathroom.

You saw another girl infront of the sink. you got closer and it was ellie. god, you meet her everywhere. you went to the sink next to her as you turned on the faucet.

Ellie looks at you "hey, never really catched your name last night" slightly tilting her head. "I- im- uh, y/n" you introduced yourself.

"nice meeting you"

"y-you too!" you said nervously.

"whats your next class y/n?" god, she said your name making you blush a little. suprised that she brought up a conversation. "defence againts the dark arts" you replied.

She looks at you while not sayying a thing. just admiring your face making your heart skip a beat. you couldn't handle the tension anymore.

"i should get to clas-" you stepped a bit further from her but she grabbed your left arm. "the teacher wouldn't mind you being late right?" she said teasingly.

"y-yeah he wouldn't min-" suddenly ellie pulls you in a kiss. fuck, you didn't know this would happen so quickly. you kissed her back. her hands on your waist.

"c-can we a go somewhere a little more private? Just incase...-" ellie grabs you and puts you two in one of the stalls locking the door from behind.

She pins you to the door and started giving you hickeys on your neck with you letting out choked up moans as she lifts up your sweater.

You hear someone sniffing, moaning myrtle. "Looks like things are getting a little too spicy in here. you stupid kids forgot i haunt this place? Jeez, get out!"

Shit, you totally forgot about her being her- fuck! Your missing out on professor lupin's class!

"El- ellie im missing class i should go-" you push her back a little. "See you after the match?" You nod as you went outside the stall

You ran around the corridor. 14 minutes late into proffesor lupin's class. luckly it was him teaching so he didn't make a fuss about you being late and you just said you were in the bathroom constapated as hell and he led that slide without you telling him you hooked up with the slytherin quidditch captain.

"were you that constipated? your lucky proffesor lupin isn't absent or you'd be in hell!" Dina did made a fuss about it.

You rolled your eyes and continued writing in your notebook.

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This evening the weather is perfect. Not too hot, a bit cloudy but no sign of rain. The quidditch match had begun 15 minutes ago.

Slytherin are currently in the lead. Brooms going back and forth in lightning speed.

You could care less about the match, you were drunk in love admiring ellie on her broomstick. She was your house biggest rival!

Your mouth accidently slipped "Go ell-!" Dina looks at you confused. "Shes our rival! Snap out of it!" You stayed silent gazing at ellie like your some dumb 12 year old thats so drunkly inlove.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

The match has ended with slytherin, again. everybody went back inside the school corridor as the slytherin kids all cheered for ellie and her team.

you were completely starstruck by her. shes so... mesmorizing its driving you insane.

suddenly you felt someones arm touching yours in the crowd. you looked at your left to see... ew! its that icky popular gryffindor guy that cant seem to get your hands off you.

"hey, i was wondering if you'd want to come to the dance with m-" you cut off his words. "sorry, fully booked" you tilt your head with a smug face.

You were lying, theres been a lot of guys asking you but you just rejected all of them.

You walked away from him without looking back. as the corridor got a little less hectic, ellie approaches you. "hey, about that..." she stopped. "would you go to the yule ball with me after the exam? any chance? you already got someone... dont you?"

You giggled "i don't, ellie" you smile. she smiled back at you and pulled you in for a kiss infront of people including dina.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

★read please!

HIIII soooo its donee, sorry if i misspelt stuff. ik the pole i did alotta people voted for smut but i wanted this one to be clean???? so if you want to read the next part (that has smut) you can read it here!

lmk if you wanna see the yule ball part after the n.e.w.t.s!

[asklilmissrarity]

WIP - Melodi Opening Cutscene

I won't be revealing a LOT of sneak previews of Melodi, but when this cutscene is complete, it will serve as a teaser for the game being officially in production.

For now, may this serve as a proof of concept and an introduction into what to expect in the world of Melodi.

Melodi is being produced in RPG Maker, and cutscenes will be in this style for storytelling purposes. Not fully animated, but sort of animatic. The animatic style is very much hearkening to using Tumblr's inline image viewing system to make pseudo-animations frame by frame.

The difference between red and gray backgrounds is that red is the color of unshaped dreams, while the other is the waking world. Melodi's species may not sleep, but they can daydream very vividly.

In this scene, we are introduced to our protagonist, Melodi, the scatterbrained Ellinai ("Moon Elf"), and her History Professor, the esteemed Eliah Sterium (He is a Whimzy, magical dream unicorns).

In Melodi's universe, a slap with a ruler isn't even close to the worst things a teacher will do to their students.

[Note: I will be making a Discord server for Melodi game development, and that server will be utilized for asking questions, seeing art production, WIPs and other things, as well as information about how you can support the production of Melodi, be it financially, technically (teaching me how to RPG Maker) or simply with vocal support. It will also have channels for discussion on different topics such as characters, lore, fan art, draw-along streams, spoiler discussion and theories about upcoming story beats. I'll be posting here when the Discord is created and I hope many of you join! Please keep in mind that the game is very violent and raunchy, but is not pornographic. It will be rated M but will not contain nudity. Sexual references, yes, but visually speaking it will not contain porn. I just wanted to make this clear right away before moving forward in production with the game.]

[spacecasehobbit]

Truly, I think there is a valid and also extra fun reading of Saltburn in which a good chunk of Oliver's fumbling of Felix was down to an early misreading of one of Felix's core personality traits.

That what Oliver read as Felix having a massive savior kink was actually more of Felix having a, "Growing up with Elspeth for a mother and playing witness to her rotating cast of poor dear friends in my formative years instilled within me a deepseated insecurity over the complete lack of interestingly Traumatic Events that I have experienced due to the wealth and privilege I was born with, coupled with an inability to look directly at or acknowledge that wealth and privilege because that would be, like, Bad?? maybe?? so instead of examing or dealing with this deepseated insecurity in any healthy way, I turned it into a weirdly intense and equally unexamined association with 'Struggles and Trauma = How to be Cool'," kink.

Evidence for this theory includes: -Felix delightedly telling all his friends the story of how his bike got a flat tire and he had to be Dramatically Rescued by an Intriguing Stranger! One slightly bad thing happened to that boy and he was so eager for it that he was telling everyone he knew at the first and also probably every opportunity for days -Felix responding to Oliver's early lies with things like, "You're really brave," and, "Seriously, you're a fucking inspiration, mate" -"What did they teach you in boarding school?" followed by Felix, listing off a few non-answers before staring deeply into Oliver's eyes and smacking a hand on Oliver's inner thigh before finishing with, "annnd... child abuse." -Felix seeming genuinely baffled by Annabell's assertion that none of her friends would want to sit next to Oliver at a dinner party, because... of course Oliver is interesting??? Oliver has Trauma! What do you mean his Traumatic Backstory makes him less interesting, this literally does not compute?? -The one thing that makes him instantly ditch Oliver, on the other hand, being Oliver calling him out as rich and spoiled while calling his room disgusting, which happens on the same day that he ditches Annabell, aka that girl with the baffling and nonsensical opinion that Being Rich is, like, more interesting that Having Trauma?? -Felix being a Harry Potter fan? Allows him to both appear totally normal because everyone loves Harry Potter, while also publically indulging his guilty little daydreams about how cool he could have been if he'd been a sad little orphan with a Tragic Backstory, but one who also got to still be wealthy and important via inheriting huge amounts of money from his dead parents and being the prophesized savior of the world -Felix sharing his family's rock throwing tradition but needing to awkwardly include that he's only ever done it for his dog = simultaneously a trigger for all his insecurities over his own lack of interesting Trauma but also an opportunity to live vicariously through Oliver's much more interesting Trauma -Felix being furious and deeply betrayed by Oliver, while also deciding that he couldn't possibly kick Oliver out before his birthday party, as the idea that literally no one at all except him and maybe Elspeth would have even noticed if Oliver was completely absent from his own birthday party does not even cross his mind, because he's the only one who knows that Oliver doesn't have interesting Trauma actually

And anyways, I like to imagine that half of this Felix's issues with the discovery that Oliver was lying was over the fact that it required him to grapple with the incomprehensible idea that Oliver did not, in fact, have much in the way of Interesting Trauma in his life either, apparently, but he'd still convinced not just Felix, but Elspeth that he was Interesting anyway?

And Felix's brain was neither prepared nor remotely equipped to process this idea in any way whatsoever besides just running away, sticking his fingers in ears, and going, "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU," until the uncomfortable thoughts and also Oliver went away so he could get on with turning The Oliver Situation into his first real interesting Trauma that was already over and thus cool now, instead of still there and making it deeply and unpleasantly obvious that maybe traumatic events were actually just, like, really terrible things to live through while they were still happening, in fact???

[ariaste]

Are you, perchance, a 2013 BBC's Sherlock veteran

No particular reason I'm asking

I watched it and I think I probably reblogged a few things back in the day because I had mutuals who were into it. But I don't recall ever really feeling like I was in the fandom myself.

I'd guess that you're asking because you've recently read my Good Omens essay and your next question is about whether I was a supporter of The Johnlock Conspiracy, and the answer is a hard nah. At least to me personally, all the textual and meta-textual evidence made it abundantly clear, even a decade ago, that the show was not only inhospitable to queer fans, but actively and deliberately hostile towards them (one recalls that utterly mean-spirited depiction of what Steven Moffat thinks a "fangirl" looks and sounds like, as well as more than one occasion when he and others involved with the show mocked fans/fandom/fanfiction in interviews, on camera, with their actual human mouths). I do vaguely remember coming across people on tumblr in those days who were convinced that there was something else going on, that somehow Moffat was going to suddenly change his tune and start loving them back the way that they loved his show, that they would be rewarded for their faith by having their ship made canon, but that seemed extraordinarily unrealistic to me and not based on any concrete facts.

Now, don't get me wrong -- wishful thinking can be really fun, and you're not hurting anyone by hoping for the best and daydreaming about a happy ending. That's just basic human nature. But when someone shows you what kind of person they truly are, pay attention. Balance dreaming with prudence, and don't put all your eggs in one basket--or, rather, don't pin all your hopes on one stranger's artistic decisions.

Part of me wants to say that Steven Moffat is one of several significant contributors responsible for the deep-rooted media trauma that still afflicts thousands of fans today (consider how so many people watching the first season of Our Flag Means Death as it aired were utterly convinced that it was going to queerbait them and exploit their sincere, heartfelt desire for a queer love story on screen, the same way that nearly every other show had done already. So many people met that glimmer of hope with cynicism and pessimism, because when you've been not just disappointed but outright punished for wanting something, the natural trauma-response is to assume that you're not going to get it until you're proven wrong, because that's the only way you can protect your bruised, exhausted heart.

It is true that Moffat's cruelty to the fans of his show contributed to our collective media trauma. However, it is not the only thing that has done so: Particularly in America, we are in the midst of a literacy crisis. Schools have been failing us for more than two decades: They have increasingly failed to teach nuanced reading comprehension and to adequately equip young people with robust and agile critical thinking skills, and this means that an entire generation has been robbed of the tools that would help them to protect themselves from the psychic damage of media trauma before it happens. Moreover, it means that many people now insist on looking to canon to "legitimize" their ships, as if their own interest and enthusiasm was not sufficient. Instead of feeling empowered to reimagine the stories handed to us in order to suit our personal needs, we give away our power into the hands of strangers who do not feel any ethical responsibility to care for their audience as if the audience is a guest in their home. And thus, we get hurt. Media trauma is real, and it sucks.

To return to your original question, no, I don't consider myself a veteran of BBC Sherlock, because I wandered through town, saw that it wasn't worth the fight, and left before the war started.

Remember: In literary criticism and in science, you don't do good work by cherry-picking evidence that supports your pet theory; you do good work by assembling all the data and asking what theory would unify them into a cohesive whole. And if you're really good, you make the effort to be skeptical and look for evidence that might disprove your theory, and you invite others to check your math, because at the end of the day, you are a beautiful, imperfect human and sometimes you make mistakes.

[learnfromeinstein]

What do you think of when you hear the name Albert Einstein? Genius physicist? Wild hair? How about music lover? That's right, Einstein was an avid fan of music, and even played the violin himself. In fact, he once said, "If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music."

Einstein's love of music wasn't just a passing fancy - it was a deep and abiding passion. He began playing the violin as a child and continued to play throughout his life. He even played with some of the most famous musicians of his time, including the great violinist Jascha Heifetz. In fact, Heifetz once said that Einstein played the violin "with simplicity and insight."

So why was Einstein so drawn to music? For one thing, he saw a strong connection between music and physics. Both disciplines, he believed, were about discovering the underlying patterns and structures that make up the world. As he once said, "The theory of relativity occurred to me by intuition, and music is the driving force behind this intuition." In other words, his love of music helped him to see the world in a new and creative way, which in turn helped him to develop some of his most groundbreaking ideas in physics.

But there's another reason why Einstein loved music so much - it simply brought him joy. He once said, "Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks and invents." For Einstein, music was a source of inspiration, of solace, and of pure happiness.

So what can we learn from Einstein's love of music? Well, for one thing, it reminds us that there's more to life than just work and study. Even the most brilliant minds need something to nourish their souls. But more than that, it shows us that there's a deep connection between creativity and science - that the same impulse that drives us to make music can also drive us to discover the secrets of the universe.

Thanks for joining us on LearnFromEinstein. Stay tuned for more insights into the life and legacy of one of history's greatest geniuses.

[strawbaerriesky]

🌀 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙟𝙟𝙠 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: yuji, megumi, gojo

𝗮/𝗻: started daydreaming about going on dates with my fav jjk boys instead of doing my homework and I thought I could share that here :D This is my first time writing some kind of fanfic/hc thingy so please don’t expect too much from this hehe + english isn’t my native language (sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none i think (maybe my shitty/messy writing lol)

. ࣪ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ࣪ 𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶: 𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

I kinda see Yuji as someone who is lowkey obsessed with watching movies and looking up information about actors, plot lines and movie related theories and stuff

He definitely wants to share his passion for movies with you, leading to you two watching movies in your free time a lot

Yuji will ask you to go out on cinema dates with him pretty frequently because he wants you both to be up to date on all the new movies so that you can exchange your thoughts on the movie and make up new fan theories

He’ll reserve one of those cute couple seats before watching a movie if you ask him to <3

He will probably also buy your favorite snacks and drinks beforehand and sneaks them into the cinema because 1) he wants to make sure you can munch on the snacks you love while watching the movie and 2) most of the snacks that you could buy in the cinema are wayyy to overpriced

If you are sitting in one of those couple seats he will pull you into his side so that you can snuggle up to him while watching the movie (if not he will still hold your hand during the movie) and if he is not too focused on the story he will give you a quick kiss on the forehead from time to time

. ࣪ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ࣪ 𝗺𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶: 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

Megumi gets annoyed by other people rather quickly so naturally he likes to spend some of his time alone in his room instead of going out onto the streets

And when I say spending time alone it’s actually spending time with you because he just loves you too much to get annoyed by you

So instead of going out with you he just takes you on cute little dates in his room where you usually spend your time reading and cuddling

He will sit down on his bed and lets you get comfortable between his legs while you lean your back on his chest. When you’re both comfortable you start reading a book while enjoying the comfort of being this close to the other

There is a high probability that he will start the book you are currently reading as well so that you two can discuss the book when you are both finished with reading it

When he gets tired from reading he will either rest his chin on top of your head or nuzzle his face in you neck while wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. Sometimes he will pull you down onto the mattress to fully wrap his arms and legs around you before falling asleep while cuddling you

. ࣪ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ࣪ 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼: 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

So we all know that Gojo has like, a lot of money

And of course he would take you out on a date to some kind of super fancy, luxurious and expensive restaurant to treat you to dinner

Also, he will make sure to gift you proper clothes, like a pretty dress or suit , and some cute jewelry beforehand to make you not feel out of place in the restaurant

He will personally pick you up and walks you to that restaurant and he will also drop you off at your home afterwards because he doesn’t want you to walk home alone by yourself

When you are at the restaurant he will order some cocktails for you two while deciding what dish you want to order

When you get your food he will definitely try to steal the food from your plate to tease you because he thinks your reactions to his teasing are cute

Oh and btw he is always wearing sunglasses instead of his blindfold when you two are out on a date so that you can at least somewhat see his eyes through the glasses

[klaramarieleblochova]

Can we just talk about the fact, that Polin fans are fed by random people on the internet (insta stories, fan edits, podcasts, daydreaming theories, re-watching..) and not Netflix? It's ridiculous

[basilpaste]

my brain is trying to shift to melodie mode. me kicking it back. sidequests for osisa? how does he take the daydreaming one...?

oh. oh thats a fun question.

i am stealing from a concept you brought up once for osis because i think its fun. wherein isa seems to have a better understanding of the country than the average person? anyways.

isa is. perceptive. incredibly so! perhaps not as perceptive as m'dame odile, but he still thinks hes pretty smart!

so. so.

when the daydreaming one in dormont keeps flipping between having a sister and not. with all the dots hes connected about the country the world forgot. he asks about it.

and... the world.....

corrects.

she doesnt remember her own sister. isabeau thinks about his own siblings. he knows them all. he counts them up, names them all. names them all. he names all of them - right?

he. um. he has some theories to talk about with elle.

... he doesnt really talk to that person much anymore.

on a more lighthearted note!!! he reads all of the cursing of chateau castle!!! and he really likes it! to the point he kinda forgets to report back to the book loving one for a bit, heh.

and isa and the stylish one are friends. mira fan number one (they share). hes used to people thinking hes a little scary sometimes because hes so big. pals!!!!!

[infernothechaosgod]

you know it truly amazes me how you can't do practicly anything on tiktok or search the thing you like without getting absolutley shat on

Like I'm feeling a little in the mood for rottmnt angst A lil bit of that kick in the gut, and I can't go 3 minutes without one of those made in 5 minutes max videos that's just background video and text over it Saying shit like "Yall need to stop with the rottmnt angst it's getting annoying" or "the rottmnt angst artist need to chill out" or even better "The rottmnt fandom needs to stop the angst it's just a show for kids"

First off, if angst isn't your thing, you can block it or just scroll pass it OR you know what if youre feeling like a little shit you can hate read it or whatever but keep the comments TO YOURSELF

Second off I checked what the content of most of these people is And it's always goddamn always those 10 second background videos with text over it

nothing more

I dare these people to even try to draw the shape of leo's head, or write out something more than 40 words I accualy dare them. do it.

Also the same goes for shipping over there

Let's say you see a legal completly normal ship you don't like Example let's say leo x usagi or raph x mona

What you wanna do is scroll or block it

NOT make up info to make others stop shipping it, I'm sick and tired of people non stop saying that usagi or mona are adults or that their entire characters are being love intrest in the fandom's eyes Because if you look at any of the fanfic's or fan content of those Yeah it's easy to find content where there love intrest's but it is hard to find content where there ONLY love intrest

People love mona so much for the fact that she's a badass warrior who loves her planet and people they often give her more backstory focused stories that explore how she would feel depending on where the writers story will go or already went, I have never seen anyone maker her just a typical love intrest (witch honestly suprised me)

Usagi? People have more free will with his interpretation's so he has many many diffrent faces backstories, personalities but often people make him focused on something in their stories, examples being, getting back home, protecting others, getting over something, fighting in battle nexus and exploring how it would be Etc. Etc. That mixed with being a love intrest

The only times when these two can be seen as just love intrest and nothing more is in

Edit's/tiktok content where everything is short af (and even then sometimes people give em backstories and their own lore it really amazes me sometimes lmao)

short (usualy) tagged as fluff without plot fics on ao3 (witch you can litellary tag out SO easily)

Little comics/some art pices That HAVE VERY STORT LIMITS

also this might suprise you it really might but DRAWING IS HARD AND TAKES ALOT OF TIME SAME GOES FOR MAKING THE IDEA UP

And when it comes to their ages we all know there not adults, littelary where did anyone mention mona being an aduly ever, and the only times when usagi and leo accualy interact is when there in similiar if not the same ages

(in 2003 usagi and leo are close friends and Both teens, in the early comics there both adults when they first meet, even in 1987 version there both shown to be close if not the same age, the ONLY TIME where leo and usagi have very diffrent ages is in 2012 and honestly i have a little theory on why specificly that version had them be you know that but that's for another post)

Seriously what the fuck is tiktok's problem with any form of fanon content? You want the fandom to die? It aint gonna happen, you either get used to some bad stuff existing there and there and ignoring it (reporting then ignoring it if it's really bad) OR you keep quiet OR you will get banned by alot of creators after crying in their comments, then cry when you can't find something they made anymore

Tiktok man, good for daydreaming to the sounds, looking at edits and for some art trends but litellary can't let anything else exist on there or else you'll explode

(Also I bet if some of the fanon angst made it to the accual show they would deepthroat that shit right up and call it writing of ceuntry)

[vintagegeekculture]

How 60s Zines and Fandom Led to a Novel Series

One of the biggest parts of organized fandom in the 1940s-1970s were fanzines centered on adventure and scifi writer Edgar Rice Burroughs. Xeroxed and passed around in manilla envelopes in the mail, the organized fandom included fan art, articles, fan fiction, and essays passed from person to person. The big fanzines were the Gridley Wave, ERB Dom, the Oparian, and Burroughsania (fantasy writer A. Merritt and the Weird Tales writers had fanzines even at this late date as well, like Amra).

I heard a great description of Edgar Rice Burroughs fans and the fandom around him: they’re like the rest of us, except even more so. This could apply to the extremely right-brained, detective novel approach they took to the source material. All fandoms have people in them that do this, of course, I would never say otherwise...but I’m telling you, nobody did it quite like they did. As an example, ERB fandom in the 50s very precisely calculated where Tarzan grew up, based on the flimsy clues of the text, that his family’s steamer was out several weeks from Libreville. Based on calculating the average 1889 steamer’s range in two weeks, along with overlaying existing maps of the Central African Republic (today’s Gabon), they were able to figure out where he grew up very precisely. This was typical of the kinds of things they did. It reminds me less of the usual activities of fandom, and more like Heinrich Schliemann using a copy of the Iliad to discover the supposed site of the city of Troy. 

It’s incredible how ahead of its time that all was, because the culture has only now caught up to what they were doing in the fifties in ERB fanzines. Today, the appeal of a lot of conspiracy theories floating around is that they are participatory, almost like some kind of ARG, like Ong’s Hat and the John Titorverse. Which pop music videos have clues put in them by the Illuminati? Can you guess which of the Hollywood Sickos was secretly replaced by a clone after being executed in a secret trial? It’s fun because you can play along at home! A lot of true crime podcasts and the communities around them also have this “figure out the mystery yourself” appeal, which is why the families of unsolved murder victims absolutely dread being covered by a popular mystery podcast. The future is in the back and forth model carried out by Edgar Rice Burroughs fans in the 50s. 

It’s no surprise Edgar Rice Burroughs has fans like this. He had an absolute domination over the pop culture of the early to mid 20th Century. He, not Fitzgerald, not Hemingway, was the best selling novelist of the 1920s. ERB was, in particular, a favorite of two audiences that no longer are reliable customers of the book and publishing world: working class men and young boys. This makes sense, since his works were adventure Walter Mitty daydreams, the male equivalent of romance novels. The fact that young boys are no longer reading is, incidentally, one of the most disastrous and under-researched social phenomena of the present time. I am who I am today because I dreamed and imagined.

The biggest of the Fanzine writers had to be Philip Jose Farmer, who later became a professional writer, a name you’ve probably heard if you’ve been following this blog. Farmer, when he was a full on writer, wrote biographies of Tarzan and Doc Savage that treated them as living people. For example, Farmer’s Tarzan biography was so intensively researched that he calculated that one incident in Jungle Tales of Tarzan could not have happened, as there were no lunar eclipses visible over the Central African Republic between 1908-1909. 

What I think is forgotten, however, is that Farmer’s incredible borderline fanwork was merely standing on the shoulders of giants when it came to the right-brained ERB fandom of the 1940s-1970s in Burroughs Bulletin and Gridley Wave. Many of the ideas in Farmer’s biography of Tarzan were long-standing theories in the fandom, so often repeated they gain a strange secondary canonicity, for example, the theory that Tarzan had two different sons, and the John Clayton Jr. captured as a baby in Beasts of Tarzan was different from the one who became Korak the Killer in Son of Tarzan. None of this was new to Farmer, he was a latecomer. 

In particular, Farmer wrote an entire novel series was written based on an essay written in 1966 in the fanzines. This essay was “Heritage of the Flaming God: An Essay on the History of Opar and Its Relationship to Other Ancient Cultures” by Frank J. Brueckel and Michael Winger, and used to be referred to as “fanwank” but today would be called “Meta.” 

The essay was about one of the most awe inspiring locations in the Tarzan series, one no film version as yet has done justice to: the Lost City of Opar. No film version has yet got across the grandiosity of this incredible ruin in the heart of the African jungle, a colony of Ancient Atlantis abandoned in Central Africa, a city of colossal masonry that almost seemed made by gods. It was a city of peacocks, and apes, gold and diamonds....but also the degenerated inhabitants, the women of which were beautiful, the men were feral, bestial Neanderthals. In an ancient ruin made by their ancestors, the Oparians run like children playing murderous games in a haunted house.

The queen of the city was La, a high priestess of the flaming god, a beautiful, seductive, uncanny sorceress who might be the only true rival to Jane in Tarzan’s affections (and who some fans prefer), who’s icy queenly exterior hid vulnerability and isolation. She was sympathetic and lonely one moment, cold, pitiless, and murderous the next. She was far more than just the evil seductress, but possibly the most complex character of the series, and she got a huge fan response. After all, It isn’t just women who like sexy sympathetic villains, you know. 

Edgar Rice Burroughs always preferred Tarzan to get with La of Opar (a sentiment I’ve found to be almost universal among ERB dom), and even had the Germans kill Jane off in Tarzan the Terrible to make it possible. Reader outcry was so harsh at Jane’s death, however, he had to bring her back the very next novel. Tarzan found out her “death” at the hands of the German Army was faked and she was merely a prisoner of the Kaiser’s high command in East Africa. It is easy to see why La would have this towering, monumental stature in the Tarzan novels that she returned three times and almost literally replaced Jane as Tarzan’s wife. In an adventure series that flirted at the borderline edge of fantasy, La was the most “out there” element, a sorceress who was implied to be immortal and ageless, with the blood of Ancient Atlantis in her veins, and to disobey her was to die. 

Brueckel and Winger’s 1966 essay on Opar’s origins argued that the mother culture of Opar, Atlantis, was actually an island inside an interior continental African sea, an extension of Lake Tchad, and they used ancient flood data to support their idea about the continental interior. They further argued that Opar’s genders have such different appearances because of the introduction of Neanderthal DNA on the Y chromesome alone. Further, in their lengthy fan speculations, they connected the ancient interior African Atlantean civilization to the other great lost cities encountered by Tarzan, including Athne and Cathne, Tuen-Baka, Kuvuru, and Xuja, all of which had similar traits: cyclopean abandoned cities of great antiquity, worship of a flaming god, human sacrifice, absence of the bow and arrow, and matriarchal rule. Atlantis was the source of the Flaming God religion. They further argued, fannishly interconnecting everything, that the Kuvuru immortality elixir was in the possession of that mother culture, and was the explanation for the beautiful La’s immortality. They  also argued that the reason all these cultures did not have the bow and arrow was a religious taboo. 

All of this was very impressive stuff, especially for 1966, even for fanwank, though I confess a lot of the geological proofs went over my head.

This essay about the origins of Opar and the Flaming God was so well remembered that fan turned real deal writer, Philip Jose Farmer, wrote a series based on their speculations. Set in the ancient prehistory of Africa, he wrote of Opar at its height, when it was a minor mining colony of a forgotten African civilization on an internal sea in 10,000 BC, just like in Bruekel and Winger’s description. His novel series was Hadon of Ancient Opar, published in 1975, and PJF acknowledged Brueckel and Winger’s fan essay as the primary source of inspiration, which he turned into a book series. 

If you need convincing this meta was an inspiration for PJF’s book series, take a look at his map used in the series for their ancient civilization, which was a matriarchy with a sun worship religion with still surviving Neanderthals as a lower class. He even had a woman named La there, who may have been the ancestor of the La of Opar...or perhaps, the actual immortal La herself (the book leaves this open to interpretation). Always keen to have series cross over, PJF also mentioned the lost African cities of H. Rider Haggard and connected them with Burrough’s, which is a surprisingly good fit, since Haggard’s lost races also were matriarchies with a religion of sun worship. 

When I heard the connection between this fan essay and PJF’s book series, I had to track down a copy of Brueckel and Harwood’s essay for myself. I was able to find one for sale by the Historical Society of Oak Park and River Forest on the outskirts of Chicago, Illinois. They have a lot of pride in Edgar Rice Burroughs, who was born there, and they have many rare and old things for sale related to ancient fandom of the 60s. To my surprise, when my order arrived, I got a copy of the Historical Society of Oak Park, IL newsletter, and a personal addressed letter from the historical society librarian. I was so surprised by this that I actually called the Oak Park Society up to thank them, and had a pleasant chat with the kindly librarian about their collections of ERB memorabilia and fandom. All in all, a pleasant ending of an investigation into one of the oldest fandoms, one that, like Opar and the beautiful, immortal La herself, still lives in a hidden corner of the world.