it's funny how days after I post a tiktok about issues with fanon and particularly batfamily fanon (as an example) there are suddenly posts on here with "No matter what people on TikTok say, you're still a valid fan if you only like fanon"
Gods, I hope that is some attempted snark at my video just so I can say that if people think I hate fanon just because I criticized a part of it and the behavior of some people who purely enjoy fanon, then they didn't pay attention at all.
I'm also not the only one who's pointed it out that there are someone "woe is me" fanon fans out there who act like there's no possible way to get more into comics.
Or maybe need to ask themselves, "If I hate the medium/source material and have to change everything about it in order to actually like it if I actually like it?" or "Am I willing to give into moral ambiguity and realize I'm not going to get the perfect image in my head?" because these questions are completely normal and people ask them all the time with all media. It's basically just critical thinking.
And I'm sorry, but the attitude of people who try and correct people who have actually interacted with canon content on storylines, characterizations, plots, relationships, etc. when they don't even know how they work, either in the grand scheme of things or just that particular comic. For an example see, Dick threatened to send Tim to Arkham (Fun AU, never actually happened in canon but people will swear on every grave in existence that it did because they don't have any context for Dick, Tim, Dick and Tim's relationship, and what actually happened)
I don't even have to use comics for an example because it works with anything. I have a book about King Arthur; if you've never read that King Arthur book, you can't tell me how it interprets the legends because you've never read that book.
It's really just pathetic to see people try and turn "fandom elitism" from what it actually is into "being expected to actually interact with the canon content on any level is too much because I'm not interested in it, and I don't like people judging me for it."
idk some people just try and turn canon into this big scary awful monster when it's honestly not. Like people telling me that DC's all "dark and edgy" tells me they haven't picked up a single issue or they hear of a bad moment and just assume every single page ever written/drawn is like that when it's not.
It's fine if you only enjoy fanon just like it's fine to only enjoy canon or to enjoy both. But as long as you aren't harassing people or constantly shitting on either side, it's all good.
One last time: If you've read this and think this is fanon hate or I hate fanon/fanfiction, you didn't actually read it. Try again.
This also isn't an argument, try and argue with me, and I will block you.
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psst systems and plurals of all kinds, if you have fictives from books please say hi. we have, quite literally, only met a single system other than ourselves who had more than one fictive sourced from a book. well over 90% of our fictives (which make up 85% of our known collective of 550+ people) are sourced from books. please
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Today marks the three-year anniversary of the day I lost my mom to breast cancer.
She wasn't perfect—no one is, as a person, or as a mother—but I loved her all the same, and I deeply mourn the fact that our relationship was cut short before it truly had a chance to blossom. I've felt a sense of directionlessness that's only grown in intensity since her passing, but I know in my heart she'd be proud of me and all the growing up I've done since then regardless.
This is the last year I'll be living in the house we shared, but her heart will always be with me wherever I go. Wherever she is now, may she find rest and solace.
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Guys, I gotta be honest. The 'callout' is the most obvious case of attempted framing I've seen in years. For those of you, like me, that think callout culture can go eat a dick, I apologize for this - unfortunately the XIV community likes their witch hunts.
So, in order:
First, those aren't my blogs. I dislike the twee tumblr naming convention that uses cutesy substutions/repetitions for letters. If you like it, more power to you, but I like camelCase style blog names - (at)dutiesEnd, ohtoriEcho. I've never used them, I tweak a url until I can use actual words. Frankly, I've never even heard of these blogs.
Second, that post isn't about me, if someone was trying to make a callout about me they'd be saying "Tluthal, who also goes by…" While Grim is a pen name I've used [I'm currently phasing it out for muse-mun separation], every blog I've ever made includes "…my main blog, Tluthal…"
[As of posting, both versions in the version history are from June 2023 and do not include any actual name but 'Grim'. Versions that do were obviously edited in light of this post.]
Third, I don't talk like that. Those of you who actually follow me and look at it, it's very obvious someone [poorly] pasted one of my old discord nicknames over someone else's posts without changing the associated icon, to the point that it's the first thing people see after looking over that doc.
Fourth, I have no idea who this 'Rosario' person is. I've never heard of them. I also haven't been in a relationship since 2017, I literally live with that person now. While she started going by Rose in late July, she's never been known as 'Rosario'. Also, I'm fucking ace.
Fifth… I'm not gonna lie, it's suspicious as all hell to me that this was "found" almost exactly a week after the following discussion:
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search for those things you ache to coat your hands in. bring the supple patchouli black pepper tobacco smoke to your face and breathe in a scent you never knew would bring you home.
that lime green bottle atrocity to nature scent that feels like walking through the front door for the first time. apples and spice and cinnamon plugged into the wall so pungent your temples throb.
that three ounce jar of sugar scrub gone bad in the basket on the lowest shelf of your dresser that aches of tile pressed beneath your shoulder blades and hair dye burning it's way through your scalp.
that blue-capped deodorant designed for men, hidden in your locker, it tastes of fresh cut grass and hard won muscles and finding your name on the lips of a friend you will lose and gain and lose again.
that slice of sickly-sweet cherry coke zinging like putting your head down and sweating on your laptop while a man reads to you about bashing in people's heads with a tube light bulb, to applause.
that crush of frosted animal crackers like a circle of close friends painting polish on borrowed horns. the stench of teenage body odor like an embrace. the bog of oily food like the best nights of your life.
search for those things in which you ache to coat your hands. let them soak.
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