Another post going by about how creepy “adults” are in fandom, and how fandom should only be a place for teens.
All I can think is…imagine a fandom where ALL of the fanart and all of the fanfic were only created by people ages sixteen and under.
Take a moment, and imagine it.
Most of the fanworks you love were probably created by someone who is at least in college. The original content that your fandom revolves around? Probably also produced by adults. Some of whom are probably as big a fan as you are of the story being told despite also being a professional creator of it.
And all ask, as I always do: At what point to YOU expect to abandon your love of the books and shows and other media that currently bring you happiness? What age are you going to stop wanting to read, watch, discuss, and create your own theories and works based on those, and just take up golf as your sole hobby for the rest of your life?
One day you’ll blink and you’ll be the same age as the people you’re bitching about now, and you’ll still be chatting with your friends via whatever technology we’ve evolved by that point about the most recent plot development in whatever fandom you’re in by then, and you’ll see someone maybe half your age asking that same goddamn question.
Caroline is not an early riser, to wake her up is like moving mountains, and only Klaus Mikaelson is really capable - because he had to move, mountains, to have a date with the beautiful blonde.
He has an arsenal: kissing, her neck, or in the hollow of her ankle (because her foot always leaves the warmth of the bed in the middle of the night), and he follows a trail up, gently, to taste the skin, here and there.
Or coffee, food, especially those famous croissants with Nutella inside (even if according to him, it’s a crime).
He loves to wake her up, especially now, because he knows the technique, and more importantly, he knows her, his Caroline. He loves listening to her little moans, seeing her rub her sleepy eyes, and her smile when she looks at him - “Hello,” she groans.
He puts the tray filled to the brim on her lap, with a breakfast too opulent; a cup of coffee with milk and sugar, pancakes, orange juice, and a red rose, perhaps a little too cliché, in a glass of water.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he kisses her forehead, as he does every morning, before putting a blond strand of hair behind her ear.
“You know how to treat women,” Caroline tries to compliment, a huge piece of pancake in her mouth, “your mistresses must be glad. ”
“They are, don’t worry about them,” he answers, a smirk on his face, a smile she sees every day and she loves to hate.
She punches his shoulder, pulling a laugh out of him, “it’s not funny,” Caroline says.
Klaus keeps laughing, and he bends to leave a kiss on her neck, “Caroline Forbes is a jealous woman. ”
“Yes, I am,” she lets her hand slide around his neck, pulling on the hair here.
He kisses her naked shoulder, leaving a lick before kissing her again. Caroline puts the tray on the floor, next to the bed, and spreads her legs, Klaus immediately presses against her.
He licks the wave of her collarbone, slowly, “Remember when you were talking incessantly about Henry Cavill in Superman? I didn’t like it that much.”
“He’s hot. And British. Clearly, I have a type. “Caroline kisses him with a smile on her lips.
Reylo 101 | Reylo Fandom: The New Star Wars Rebels
In this final installment of our Reylo101 podcast series, we share our thoughts on the Reylo fandom. We discuss prejudice, sexism, misogyny and simple misunderstanding often aimed at Reylo fans. We discuss the curious and often painful phenomenon of segregation among the general Star Wars fandom, which unexpectedly led to unity and the forging of friendships, networks and new creative projects which are changing the landscape of the Star Wars fandom.
people in the fandom who suffer from mi: *said from the start they knew even was mi bc they could relate and saw the signs.* gross people in the fandom: “STOP PROJECTING!!!” canon: *even has bipolar disorder.*
muslims as well as people who like to analyse in the fandom: *connected all the dots about the hints being dropped in s3 about even and islam.* gross people in the fandom: “FGS NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE ABOUT MUSLIMS. EVEN’S NOT INTERESTED IN ISLAM YOU’RE JUST READING TOO MUCH INTO SHIT!!” canon: *even is so invested in islam that he’s not only got sketches of a hijaabi woman on his wardrobe in his room, but went so far as to learn the qur’aan in arabic, and has muslim friends too which all connected to his deep interest in islam.*
even and sana enthusiasts in the fandom, based off religious beliefs: *said from the start even and sana were connected and saw all the links between them through islam in canon.* gross people in the fandom: “LOLZ DELUSIONAL PEOPLE BE REACHING SO HARD THEY’RE GONNA CRY TEARS!!!!” canon: *even and sana have known each other all along all this time.*
people that in the fandom who relate to vilde: *are saying with personal experience that they can tell vilde is a lesbian.* gross people in the fandom: *SHE’S BI!” “SHE’S HAPPY WITH MAGNUS!” “FFS SHE’S STRAIGHT GET UR LESBIANISM AWAY FROM HERE!!!!* canon: …………….. i mean, do y’all gross people really wanna go up against being proven wrong when people with experience have time and time again been right?
in short, when people who have personal experiences are telling you they can relate to a character and their situation, and can pick up the signs, you shut up, sit down, and you listen to their valid reasoning.
Since the fandom is always saying how Sansa is not a Real Stark
™ I wanted to make a post in which I explain why Sansa,born in the Winter(unlike Arya or Bran or Rickon born in the long Summer), in Winterfell (unlike Jon or Robb born in the south) will always be a Stark ( no Lannister or Baelish or whatever…), no matter who she is forced to marry (to survive I might add..).
In AGOT Sansa (before her father died, and when she was meant to marry joffrey) is already very proud of her Stark origins.
Alyn carried the Stark banner. When she saw him rein in beside Lord Beric to exchange words, it made Sansa feel ever so proud.
While prefering The Seven (like her mother) she does admire the poetry of the old gods.
Besides, even if she could leave the castle, where would she go? It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers in Myrcella’s garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood as well, since the Starks kept the old gods.
By the time she reached the godswood, the noises had faded to a faint rattle of steel and a distant shouting. Sansa pulled her cloak tighter. The air was rich with the smells of earth and leaf. Lady would have liked this place, she thought. There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.
While she is called little bird, or little dove (when people want to undermine her), she is called wolf too.
Tyrion found himself thinking of his wife. Not Sansa; his first wife, Tysha. The whore wife, not the wolf wife.
“Your Grace has forgotten the Lady Sansa,” said Pycelle.
The queen bristled. “I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf.” She refused to say the girl’s name.
And Sansa herself when she is in put a hard position takes courage in her Stark origins. Its something that gives her
Do as you’re told, sweetling, it won’t be so bad. Wolves are supposed to be brave, aren’t they?
“Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.
"Winterfell?” Robert was small for eight, a stick of a boy with splotchy skin and eyes that were always runny. Under one arm he clutched the threadbare cloth doll he carried everywhere.
“Winterfell is the seat of House Stark,” Sansa told her husband-to-be. “The great castle of the north.”
“Do you require guarding?” Marillion said lightly. “I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. ‘The Roadside Rose,’ I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her.
”I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him. Instead she nodded, and let him escort her down the tower steps and along a bridge.
Petyr put his arm around her. “What if it is truth he wants, and justice for his murdered lady?” He smiled. “I know Lord Nestor, sweetling. Do you imagine I’d ever let him harm my daughter?
"I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.
"As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
I will tell my aunt that I don’t want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn’t a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell.
.His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa’s memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me?
From the high battlements of the gatehouse, the whole world spread out below them. Sansa could see the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s hill, where her father had died. At the other end of the Street of the Sisters stood the fire-blackened ruins of the Dragonpit. To the west, the swollen red sun was half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was the fish market and the docks and the swirling torrent of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls. Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.
but personally my favorite line about Sansa being always a Stark and belonging North in Winterfell (Never a Lannister! , no matter who she marries) is this quote by Ned:
When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”
“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.
“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin."
Sansa whole story (to me) is about her journey retaking her Stark origins which were stolen from her in the worst of way, just like they killed her wolf Lady. But just like Lady remains, Sansa place is and always will be in the north, as a Stark of Winterfell.
Ok so Hopper and Eleven from Stranger Things kinda remind me of Joel and Ellie from The Last of Us. Am I the only one who sees it??
- Hopper and Joel were fathers who lost their daughters in a tragic way
- Hopper and Joel are protecting and sacrificing a lot for Eleven and Ellie
- Eleven and Ellie are strong-willed, brave, young characters
- Eleven and Ellie both have either special abilities or DNA and the capability to save the world
- Hopper and Joel both adopt Eleven and Ellie and love them as their own daughters
- then some physical aspects resemble too such as the beards, both girls are brunette, similar ages
- both males have J names and both girls have E names
I get that people don’t like Percy Weasley but I really get him because he always feels like the one that gets pushed aside which is why he acts arrogant, because its not really who he is, it’s a defense mechanism, so the more pushed aside (and probably rejected) he felt, the more arrogant he acts because the Weasleys have made him have such low self-esteem, that he has to be the one making himself feel good, and then when he feels he’s finally beginning to get somewhere, finally doing something that’ll make his parents notice him for him, he’s told that it’s not because of him, it’s because of his younger brother and his friend, and he’d feel so broken down, so damn unloved, that it finally caused him to snap and leave, because being alone is would be better than being somewhere where he is constantly being told that any merits he’s gotten aren’t because of any work he’s done himself.