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Do you know when "canon," like as a concept, became like a standard nerd thing?

The amazing thing about the term “canon” is that it didn’t bubble up from the undifferentiated mass of fandom (who actually knows who came up with memes?). We know exactly and specifically where the word comes from when used in this context: an essay written by a Sherlock Holmes fan in 1911, who compared the wild and crazy veneration that fanatical Holmes fans have for the original stories, to holy writ. Another name for the books assembled in the Bible was the canon, as opposed to other books that, for various reasons, were left out of the Bible and “didn’t count.” In other words, the term was originally used ironically and in a self-deprecating way to talk about the almost religious intensity of Holmes fans. 

Part of the reason the term canon caught on was because, even in the 1910s, the public was so mad for Sherlock Holmes that there were all kinds of illegal imitators and non-Conan Doyle authors and knockoffs, and yes, there were even amateur works that were distributed by mail (what today we’d call “fanfiction,” some of which even survives today), so a crucial distinction began to arise between the stuff that was “official” and the stuff that wasn’t. So, here we have the three things that we need to even have the concept of canon as we define it: 1) a group dedicated enough to actually care, who can communicate, 2) a necessary distinction between “official” and not, particularly due to the presence of amateur works (what today we’d call fanfiction), 3) a long term property that could sustain that devotion. 

Now, of the three, which do you think was the one that was absent from a lot of science fiction fandom’s first few decades? It’s actually 3. Canon only matters if it’s something other than just a single story, which the business model of the pulps discouraged. Like TV in the 1960s, every story had to be compartmentalized and serial storytelling was mostly discouraged.

One fandom, big from the 1930s to the 1960s was E.E. Smith’s space opera Lensman series. The Lensman stories were so popular that it received 5 sequels, all of which were planned from the outset. Some Lensman fanfiction from the 1940s is actually still available for reading. Part of the reason the Lensman stories were so popular is that it described a consistent world with consistent attributes: Inertialess Drives, aliens like Chickladorians, Vegians, Rigellians, pressor beams, space axes, Valerian Space Marines, superdreadnoughts, “the Hell Hole in Space,” the works. It was way easier to get sucked into this than it was with the usual “one and done.”  Take for example, this amateur guide to the Lensman series, with art by Betty Jo Trimble.

Canon “policy” as we know it today, as a part of a corporate strategy, started with Star Trek: the Next Generation. Before that, there was no “multimedia property” big enough to necessitate it; Star Wars just didn’t care, which is why pre-Zahn “expanded universe” stories like the Marvel comics were so bonkers. There was no reason to believe that the Trek novels, including good ones by John M. Ford and Diane Duane, were anything else than totally official. Roddenberry, though, was deeply angry about losing control of the film series, and due to his illness (hidden from the public at the time), his canon policy was enforced by his overly zealous attorney. In Star Trek canon, for a long time, the only thing that counted was what was on screen. And not even that…the Star Trek animated series, for several decades, was decanonized. (It wasn’t until Deep Space 9 that animated references crept back in, and today, it’s as canon as everything else).

I don’t want to scare anyone, and this is hearsay, but I’ve heard from three people who were there that Next Generation writers, at least as long as Roddenberry and his attorney were around, were encouraged to not think of the original series as canon at all. References to Spock and even an episode that had an appearance by the Gorn were rewritten.

The Star Trek canon policy was so harsh and unexpected that rules were invented deliberately to kick out popular reference sources, like the rule that starships could only have even numbered nacelles, which meant much of the Franz Joseph guides, published in the millions and praised by Roddenberry and others as official, were vindictively decanonized. 

Star Wars canon is interesting because it was entirely created by the West End Roleplaying Game. It was the only major Star Wars product printed in the Star Wars Dark Age, the 5-6 years between 1986-1991 when all toy lines and comics were canceled and the fandom was effectively in a coma or dead. The Roleplaying Game was the first place that information was collected from diverse sources like the comics and novels. Every single Star Wars novelist read the West End game because it was the only time all this information was in one place. 

Marvel Comics canon is a very interesting example because it was a harbinger of things to come: superhero comics were one of the earliest places in geek culture where the “inmates started to run the asylum”…that is to say, fans produced the comics, guys like Roy Thomas (creator of the Vision and Ultron) who started off as a fanzine writer. Because of the back and forth in letters pages, there was an emphasis on everyone keeping it all together that didn’t exist at DC, which at last count, had 5 (!) totally contradictory versions of Atlantis. 

Medical Officer Ch’ch’tk answered the frantic summons to the communal off-duty room. Call-me-Betty-Jo had come back from visiting home and according to Lrangaka, she was injured. Ch’ch’tk was not in a great hurry as Lrangaka tended to lose fur every time CallMeBettyJo did anything other than eat or sleep. And sometimes then. Xi shuddered at the memory of the C18H27NO3 incident. Xi thought Lrangaka was going to end up bald, not an attractive look.

Xi heard CallMeBettyJo’s adorable utterances, “I’m fine, I’ll be glad to show you as soon as it’s healed up some.” That did sound alarming. Xi hurried a bit more. Lrangaka was shedding fur again as CallMeBettyJo was fending off Xir’s truhands. Xi was wringing xir’s falsehands and reaching for what looked like a bandage on CallMeBettyJo.

“CallMeBettyJo, you are injured! Why was I not informed!”

“I’m not injured. I just got a [no translation]. It just needs a little more time to heal. But to ease y’all’s minds, I’ll show you.”

CallMeBettyJo peeled off part of her bandage; that couldn’t be safe. Her skin was colored underneath it.

“Y’all like it? It’s a [flying avian] on a [mammal plantfiber]. A little touch of home.”

Ch’ch’tk tried to understand. “You painted your epidermis?”

“I did for awhile, to see if I liked it enough to make it permanent. This last trip home, I took the plunge.”

Almost afraid to ask, but bearing up to xi’s responsibility to the health of the crew, “How is it made permanent?”

“Oh, the artist sticks a needle feeding ink into my dermis. Once the skin heals, it’s all good. I can’t wait.”

“Is this a rite of passage? Religious significance? Part of adulthood?”

“Naw, I was just a little homesick.”

With a sigh, Ch’ch’tk began xi’s efforts to soothe Lrangaka and prevent further fur loss.

Don’t Touch Her// Bughead Fanfiction (C7)

Chapter 7- Unscratched Itches

Okay I know this chapter is long overdue, I’ve had a busy week, but thank you guys for staying with the story💖 I really appreciate all your lovely comments😚

I feel like this chapter was kind of boring? Maybe because this kind of stuff doesn’t really interest me? Or because it’s quite short and I sort of rushed it for you all? But I hope you guys find it okay, it’s sort of a filler chapter. Trust me, I’ll try harder to make it better for future chapters 

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The first thing she saw was a bright, white light. The scent of rubber gloves and alcohol invaded her sense of smell whilst her eyelids cracked open. A beeping sound droned continuously into her sensitive ears. She seemed to be consumed by tiredness, but the searing hot pain consumed her more so.

It seemed as if her whole body was being pinned down into the mattress of the hospital bed. One section of her body, however, seemed to feel heaviest.

With great struggle, Betty willed her eyes fully open so they could focus on the blurry surroundings. She looked towards the concentrated weight and immediately saw Jughead. He sat on a blue chair, with his hand engulfing her own and his head resting on the bed, next to her legs.

In this moment, everything was emotionally peaceful. She even found herself smiling slightly at the soft boy next to her. But that was only for a moment. The smile melted off as soon as she remembered small memories of what had occurred.

Visions of Nick, Al and Chuck invaded her mind. She remembered the colour red. It symbolised the aggression rather than romantic aspects, and the blood. All the blood.

Betty remembered the blue and red sirens, but she was in too much pain at the time to focus on what was happening around her.

A deep sadness overwhelmed her form as she recalled Jughead. He had come to save her. He’d promised to protect her, however, he didn’t. She didn’t hold that against him though, but she knew he would. He’d blame himself for what happened, and it would break her heart.

She remembered his bruised face, and how it watched Nick and Al do those things to her. How his eyes pleaded towards them in anger and desperation. And how they just laughed at him and continued.

The memories were mostly a blur right now, but they’d soon develop and worsen.

She felt a cold tear slip down her hot, now pale face; Things may never be the same again.

Betty sniffed melancholily and Jughead’s head shot up. She quickly wiped her tear, but not before Jughead saw. She smiled sadly.

“Hey,” her voice was quiet but flowed out clearer than she’d expected. Her throat wasn’t raspy and it didn’t croak.

“Betts… I-I” Jughead hesitated, as if he was deciding which words to use. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Tears began to gather in his solemn eyes as they looked down in shame and despair.

Betty immediately shook her head as fiercely as she could without it hurting too much. “Don’t do that, Jug. It wasn’t your fault. It was-” she paused, “them.”

Jughead’s face didn’t change. The expression remained guilty and disappointed on his bruised complexion.

Betty focused on his face. He had bruises from when Al had punched him after Jughead had tried to help her, everything had just kept going downhill. He had a purple bruised eye and a busted lip, along with a small plaster on his soft left cheek. His injuries were nothing compared to Betty’s.

Betty noticed herself in the mirror nearby. She possessed a bruised eye and busted lip like Jughead did, but the bruise was much bigger and blacker, and the lip, more sore and bloody. On her neck were yellowy-purple finger-shaped bruises from when she’d been grabbed by Nick and Al multiple times.
Additionally, there were multiple giant, violet bruises on her stomach and overall body, but she couldn’t see those just yet.

She swallowed. Betty had always been empathetic, compassionate and selfish, no matter the circumstances. In this moment in time her boyfriend needed her. Jughead needed her. So she completely disregarded her wellbeing for those moments and focused on the saddened beanie-less boy.

“Listen to me.” She squeezed his hand lovingly, deciding reaching up and cupping his face with her other one would probably trigger pain for both of them. “I remember it now, and there was nothing you could have done. There was too many of them.” He didn’t meet her eyes.

“Look at me, Juggie.” She whispered, causing him to hesitantly meet her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“But none of it would have happened if I had just listened to you and not got those Serpents to fight them. And if I hadn’t-” Betty cut him off before he could say the second part. His secret. He would be thankful for that later, but after he would regret it, and tears would be shed. But that’s an event for a different time. This is now. And Betty was having none of it.

“No Jughead! The Serpents would have somehow found out about what Chuck did in those woods anyway, and they would have tried to help without you even asking. This is because of Chuck and Nick and Al.” She visibly cringed when she said their names, but she spoke with great determination and honesty.

Jughead marvelled at her. The amount of pain she was in, the ordeal she had gone through and the physical and emotional scarring they could potentially leave didn’t stop her from trying to comfort him. This made a tear slip down his face, but it wasn’t necessarily sadness.

He supplied a small smile to the blonde, bruised but still insanely beautiful girl, and she returned it. She was so brave. But she didn’t fully understand what he had done yet. Jughead still blamed himself because of what he did, and she didn’t know what that was exactly. Riskily, he decided to attempt to keep it that way.

“So, what actually happened?” Betty quietly asked Jughead in a timid voice, diversely different from the calming one she’d used moments ago. “Before I passed out… how did we get here?”

“Reggie.” Jughead sighed and the injured Cooper girl raised her eyebrows in shock. “Turns out he wasn’t being a coward when he walked away, he’d gone to get the Sheriff. The police came and the guys ran off. We came here by ambulance, and you were unconscious. I thought you weren’t gonna wake up.”

His eyes became glazed donuts with the tears that threatened to escape. “You’d coughed up so much blood, and the ambulance guy kept on going on about losing you after the heat monitor started beeping really fast.”

“Hey,” she gripped his hand firmly again, “I’m not going anywhere.” Betts used her thumb to wipe away his tears, taking care to avoid his sore spots.

“Yeah well I thought you were. I’ve been going out of my mind these past days.” He grumbled.

“Days?” Betty’s eyes widened, she thought she’d only been unconscious for a few hours.

“Two days, that’s all.” He quickly spurted before she went into panic mode. “But two days are long when you have to sit by the girl you love and wait for her to wake up, which might not have even happened.”

“I love you too Juggie.” Jughead smiled with tears in his eyes at the bruised beauty. He had never imagined he could fall in love this hard. Nothing this good should have ever happened to him. But he wasn’t complaining.

Suddenly, the door opened, breaking the love-sick teenagers out of their trance. In walked a blonde woman dressed in a light, bluey-green hospital uniform. She wore a small smile on her pale, pink face as she looked towards Betty, she looked oddly familiar.

“Hey sweetheart,” Betty should have felt a bit awkward as she referred to her like someone would a child, but something about the woman seemed warm and comforting. “You certainly gave us all a fright.” She peered at the beeping machine and proceeded to jot things down onto her clipboard. “I need to ask you a few questions…” she wandered off, gesturing towards Jughead.

Jughead looked like he was going to protest when he processed why the nurse had gestured, but Betty hurriedly spoke up. “It’s okay Jug, can you go get me some food or something please?” She politely asked. He hesitated but then nodded discreetly and headed out of the door, giving her one last worried glance.

“So unfortunately you have quite a few injuries. You have two broken ribs, some obvious bruising and internal bleeding. You were unconscious for two days because of your injuries, it was your body shutting down due to all the pain you were going through. Like a defence mechanism.”

Betty tried listening to the rubber-smelling nurse but the words seemed to go right through her as pictures of the vile men went through her mind. Would she have to see the boys at school? Would everyone at school know? Of course they’d know; her uncountable bruises would be an unstoppable tell-tale.

“Betty?” The woman’s soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Betty shook her head, as if she was trying to physically shake the thoughts out.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” She asked awkwardly.

The nurse didn’t seemed phased or annoyed, in fact, her face gleamed with understanding.

“I was saying that your boyfriend seems nice.” This made Betty smile, this nurse had no idea how nice Jughead was. He was positively incredible.

“Yeah,” a warm glow lit her face up, “he is.” She whispered. And then she was crying. Silent tears poured from his glassy eyeballs as her mood changed drastically.

“Are you okay sweetie?” The nurse cast a sad expression and places her soft hand over Betty’s fragile one, as to not cause any pain to the blonde. In fact, this comforted Betty massively.

“I’m okay, sorry.” She sniffed timidly and the nurse handed her a white tissue. “Thanks, Nurse-” she stopped and looked at her name tag, “-Taylor.”

Nurse Taylor chuckled and squeezed Betty’s hand, “call me Jo.”

“Thanks Jo.” Betty giggled back, but after a moment she stopped. “So what questions did you need to ask?”

The two spoke medically for a while until Jughead arrived back with some red and green jelly for himself and Betty.

“We want to keep you in for a few more days but when we’ve done all of the tests, you’ll probably be free to go.” Jo grinned down at the blonde-haired girl with a grin. Betty thanked her and watched intently as she scurried from the room. She seemed so familiar. But why?

“What tests?” Jughead questioned, raising an eyebrow and passing the green, apple jelly towards her.

Betty laughed anxiously, propping herself painfully further up with her bruised elbows and taking the fruit-flavoured dessert from him. “Just, you know, the usual ones. I can’t really remember all the ones she listed.”

Jughead nodded, ignorant to her lie. She couldn’t tell him what the test was for, she just couldn’t.

They both held secrets. But which one would be discovered first?

Dressing for the skies with Hera Syndulla

It’s no secret that Hera Syndulla is my favourite character - take on an Empire and fight to death favourite. Yet, somehow, I have never written about her look beyond a single vague half-meta-half-ficlety thing. In part this was because I felt that her look was self-explanatory enough to speak for itself, but certain official writings and a few comments I have received suggested otherwise and gave me impetus to finally create this blog.

It’s Syndulla Sunday (just), so let’s get to it.

In its main, Hera’s costume is simple: an armoured flightsuit. It’s utterly pragmatic, designed for comfort in the pilot’s chair, ease whilst crawling around an engine room and protection whilst out in the field. The paler neckpiece is almost certainly a helmet seal for inevitable incidents. It is simple, and showcases to the galaxy the role that she plays whilst making her as unobtrusive as a Twi’lek can be in an Imperial galaxy. Perfect for allowing Kanan to play the lead. There is a lot of history built into this look, though. History of the galaxy far far away and our world.

Her armour in her s1-2 look neatly alludes to a leftover of the Clone War, hard and soft pieces combined, particularly in the seemingly floating pauldrons and gauntlet gloves (see yesterday’s Hondo post.) These shapes are echoed in S2 episode Homecoming when we finally see Cham, Gobi and Numa, but with obvious differentiations. In the Clone Wars the Rylothean Twi’leks seen appear to wear more traditional fashions, Cham being an outlier layering armour over a more formal look. When we catch up to him those traditional looks appear to have evolved directly to incorporate armour; unsurprising given the endless turmoil on Ryloth. Hera’s incorporation is similar but noticeably different, as is her colour pallette of warm colours against their cool blues as she has broken away and forged her own path of rebellion.

Naturally Hera’s flightsuit is a callback (callforward?) to the X-Wing pilots of the original trilogy in its basic composition, particularly in the webbing details and allusion to the lines of the OT mae wests. The silhouette is much more grounded in history whilst acting as a proto-precursor to Alliance flightsuits. The fuller volume and high-waist of her flightsuit feels like a direct reference to American WW2 WASPs - Women Airforce Service Pilots - one of whom was Jacqueline Cochran (note, Trek fans!) who was the first female pilot to fly a bomber across the Atlantic, and to later break the sound barrier. What better model for the only pilot to ever outfly Darth Vader, and the first pilot of the B-Wing?

Left: Bless that nerd; Right: WASP’s, including Jacqueline Cochran second from the right.

Hera’s flightcap and goggles are a direct salute to the wealth of pioneering early C20th aviatrixes (aviatri?), headphones playing again  in WW2 imagery and all adding to Hera’s pragmatism. (A quick note due to the official errors that referred to above: the flightcaps would typically be leather, quilted and heavily seamed for safety and security with a cotton drill lining. Pleated? Not so much, as pleating would introduce movement and looseness which would render the item impractical. The style of construction in Hera’s cap, other than aesthetic, is for fit and shaping allow as close and secure a fit as possible whilst working with Twi’lek anatomy.)

Amelia Earheart, Amy Johnson, Betty Jo Reed.

The wonderful @lorna-ka played directly on these historical influences in the amazing Mummy AU commission that she did for me. (sorry, had to throw it in here!)

So, not unlike Kanan Hera’s costume is one defensiveness, though driven more from a point of practicality and, in some small part, cultural divergance. Come S2 we finally see Hera sans goggles and headphones, creating a softer look within this boundaries. This is Hera relaxing, settling into her role in her crew and the comfort of being an active part of a larger organisation at last. It also displays trust, which is in a key element of her relationship with Sabine, but also a more subtle part of her development from S1 as she has learn to trust herself, her gut and her own priorities.

This development is furthered in her S3 look. It’s a less overt change than Kanan, Ezra and Sabine’s makeovers, but subtlety is more Hera’s way. As described by Filoni at SWCE:

Hera - because she’s much more a part of the growing rebels alliance - she has more of a military look, a uniform. She wears a rank badge now just to show that she’s really becoming a part of that formalised rebellion. [x]

She was formally granted the rank of captain within the fledgling Alliance in S2, not just of the Ghost, but is now wearing that openly. The addition of tech and pockets to her sleeves further lead into X-Wing pilot flightsuits of the OT. Her shirt has less of that soft historical shape and is more regimented and formal, the colours shifting into those OT greys (a shift that is being seen across Rebels’ colour palette as a whole.) However her silhouette is now much more of an open hybrid between the Ryloth looks worn by Cham and Numa in Homecoming. The open stand-collar shared with Cham, the shift in the cut of her chestplate is building more towards that worn by Numa. (Let it be known now that I am weak for stand collars, so I was absolutely delighted when this look was revealed at SWCE.) Given that we know Cham et al will be coming back in S3, and a trip to Ryloth proper is on the books (Scream), and Homecoming closed on a point of reconciliation between Hera andher father, this suggests a re-embracing of certain elements of Hera’s history and/or a deeper integration of Free Ryloth into the wider Rebellion. (i’m not sure how I would feel about the latter and certain points in Bloodline suggest otherwise. I am also pretty sure that Cham Syndulla would not be down with this.)

This is also a more open look, more vulnerable. The helmet seal is gone, she is less armoured and she is generally more exposed. Gauntlets replaced with short gloves (this an across-the-board shift towards short gloves seen in pretty much all characters, and is an obvious and active push towards that OT aesthetic.) As with the cap, this suggests a further relaxation into her role, and greater confidence in their growing organisation. Even without Kanan taking the role of field general (presumably given his blindness), Hera is settling more into position of, well, desk general, delegating missions and leadership positions to other Ghosts.

It is no longer Syndulla Sunday here, but it is somewhere! With a little luck, someday soon we will see Hera 1) wearing her nerd goggles, and 2) san cap.

This is Betty and Jo, two pups very much in love.

Betty is an labrador athlete who’s very quiet and shy. Her time is well spent jogging while listening to music. She’s not much of a reader, but loves hearing Jo explain and recount her handcannons about stories she’s read.

Jo is a pit bull who is more the book-type and usually brings her favorites to read under a tree while Betty runs laps. Sometimes she gets so into her books she doesn’t hear Betty walking up to surprise her with a tickle.

This is the first art I’ve posted that more directly reflects how my game currently looks stylewise, as well as characters set in the world! :)

femslash roller derby AUs <3

like charlie going to a match with her friend becky (they wanted to do something with their friday night besides buffy the vampire slayer marathons for a change) and becoming absolutely riveted by maggie “betty boom” zeddmore

like jo and anna as team co-captains who stay up late planning plays over pizza and cheap beer and flirting outrageously between ideas

like ruby, meg, and abaddon on a notoriously rough team and they call themselves hell’s belles or something. the only thing they hit harder than other players in the rink is a bottle of jack at the after party

like krissy and claire as member of rival teams who fall in love against the odds

~¡cute chicks and shenanigans with roller skates and recklessness!~


A very rare reference book, “The Universes of E.E. Smith” (1966). Not well remembered today, the Lensmen and Skylark of Space were a huge deal to the first few decades of scifi fandom. Written by Bill Evans and illustrated by Betty Jo “Bjo” Trimble, both significant figures in early fandom. Bill Evans was a member of First Fandom, and Bjo was a figure in fanzines and at WorldCon before leading Star Trek letter writing campaigns.