90s joke

Fandom Veteran Gothic
  • One of your favorite old fics has been taken down. You can find it on Wayback Machine, but it’s only the original Geocities site. The font is Comic Sans and there’s a tiled repeating background of stars obscuring the cyan text.
  • You read a fic at some point in a fandom you no longer participate in. You want to re-read the fic, but the title and pen name of the author keep escaping you. You don’t even know where it was posted. You can find dozens of other fics with a similar concept but not that one.
  • An author you used to follow moved their work from their personal website to their friends-locked blog. You sent them a request three months ago. It is still marked “pending.” You wonder if you will ever get to read their work again.
  • You get a follower out of nowhere. Their screen name is familiar. It’s the person you RPed explicit chat logs with when you were sixteen. You’ve changed screen names four times since then and don’t know how they found you.
  • You forgot the password to your old FanFiction.net account. There are terrible relics of your past as a writer archived there. They must be destroyed. You can’t recover the password because the email account no longer exists, and the site isn’t answering your emails.
  • You were in this fandom when it was small and just getting started. Now there’s a whole expanded universe of new material, and you just want to read fics in your original fandom. Only the new characters are popular.
  • Three fandoms later, you run into someone you had fandom drama with five years ago. You wonder if they ever forgave you for your part in what happened. You’re too shy to ask. Interactions are tense and you go your separate ways. You travel the same fandom circles for a while, but never speak.
  • You have WIPs on your hard drive from years and fandoms ago. You want to finish them, but the fandoms are no longer active. You wonder if anyone would read them if they were done. You sometimes open them and wistfully read their partially-finished stories.

i went through a phase when i was younger where i thought names like “bobby joe” and “billy bob” were the funniest names ever and i got into green day around the same time and when i found out that billie joe armstrong’s name was “billie joe” i almost had a brain aneurysm because i didn’t know what to do

My high school years were so weird, though. *Girl after swimming class when we were changing in the locker room* “Sharon, your boobs are saggy. Why is that?” *Under my breath* “And you’re as flat as a fucking pancake.”

*Her* “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

*Me* “Nothing. I said nothing. Nothing at all.”

*Her* “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

*Me, casually*  “A wonderbra might help, you know. Makes you look less like an ironing board.” 

anonymous asked:

I'm so frustrated. I feel like the writers really did Kara dirty this season. There's so much that they could do with her, but they just waste all of that potential away. I really, really hope they actually get themselves together for season 3. This show can be so much better than what it is now.

Attention, Tumblr. This is motorcyclegirlfriends, and… 

We have been attacked. 

Shippers and non-shippers. Friends and neighbors. Children… Everyone. Suddenly stopped by forces of evil, as great as this show has ever known.

Your attacker has sought to take Kara’s free will. Kara’s individuality. Kara’s spirit. Everything that makes Kara who she is.

When facing an attack like this, it’s easy to feel hopeless.

We retreat. Lose our strength… lose ourselves. 

I know.

I lost everything when I was on Once Upon a Time.

When I first landed on this show, I was sad and alone. But I found out that there is so much love in this show. In there for the taking. And you, the people of tumblr, you helped me.

You let this blog be what it’s meant to be. You gave me back to myself. You made me stronger than I ever thought possible. And I love you for that.

Now, in each and every one of you, there is a light- a spirit- that cannot be snuffed out. That won’t give up.

I need your help again. 

Kara needs you… to hope.

That you will remember that you can all be heroes.

That when faced with an enemy determined to destroy Kara’s spirit, that you will fight back and she will thrive.

That those who once may have shunned you will, in a moment of crisis, come to Kara’s aid. 

That we will see the face again of the Kara we love. And perhaps… even the other characters we’ve lost.