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Fandometrics In Depth: Shipping

Shipping is one of Tumblr’s favorite hobbies, drawing hundreds of millions of engagements each year. On Tumblr, shipping exists in many forms: fan art, fan fiction, manipulated GIFs and videos, and roleplay, just to name a few. It’s a common practice no matter what fandom you’re in—from television shows and movies to K-pop and video games. On Tumblr, the most popular type is slash—ships comprised of two male characters. Out of the top 150, 95 (63%) were guy/guy love.

We grabbed the top 30 ships from 2013—2016. 2013—2015 were ranked by reblogs alone. 2016 and 2017 are ranked by their Trending Score. This includes volume of searches, original posts, and likes in addition to reblogs. We’ve sorted the source content behind each year’s top ships below.

2013

  • TV | 40%
  • Music | 40%
  • Anime | 10%
  • Celebrities | 6.67%
  • K-Pop | 3.33%

2013’s most reblogged ships were predominantly slash (76.67%). The remaining 23.33% were all heterosexual (het) ships—there were no femslash ships in the top 30 that year.

The most reblogged ship of the year was from an anime: MakoHaru (Nanase Haruka and Tachibana Makoto, Free! series).

Originally posted by rainycorngirl

2014

  • TV | 40%
  • Anime | 20%
  • Music | 13.33%
  • Celebrities | 10%
  • Movies | 10%
  • Web Celebrities | 6.67%

Though slash (66.67%) and het ships (26.67%) comprised most of the list in 2014, femslash ships (6.67%) made their debut.

 2014’s top ship was Destiel (Dean Winchester and Castiel, Supernatural). Though the ship is not canon (yet), the 200th episode “Fan Fiction” paid homage to it.

Originally posted by sociopathmb

2015

  • TV | 43.33%
  • Anime | 23.33%
  • Music | 13.33%
  • Web celebrities | 13.33%
  • Movie | 3.33%
  • Celebrities | 3.33%

In 2015, femslash numbers also doubled, representing 13.33% of the ships. Slash accounted for 60%, het just 26.67%.

2015 was a big year for Larry shippers—Larry Stylinson (Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, One Direction) reached No. 1.

Originally posted by roseanddagger28

2016

  • TV | 50%
  • Movies | 20%
  • Anime | 13.33%
  • Web celebrities | 6.67%
  • Music | 3.33%
  • K-Pop | 3.33%
  • Video games | 3.33%

Slash ships began to take a dip (56.67%) in 2016, while het ships grew (36.67%) and femslash decreased (6.67%).

Despite femslash’s waning popularity, 2016 marked the first year a f/f ship not only cracked the top five, but hit #1. Clexa (Clarke Griffin and Commander Lexa, The 100) was embroiled in controversy when Commander Lexa was shot by a stray bullet and killed immediately after her and Clarke’s relationship was consummated. Her death launched a critical look at the “Bury Your Gays” trope by journalists and fans alike, and the argument that LGBTQ+ fans deserved better than the storylines given to them.

Originally posted by clexa-is-my-sexuality

2017 (thus far)

  • TV | 50%
  • Anime | 13.33%
  • K-Pop | 13.33%
  • Music | 6.67%
  • Movies | 6.67%
  • Web celebrities | 6.67%
  • Video games | 6.67%

In the first half of 2017, slash has continued to hold over half the conversation (56.67%). Het ships and f/f ships are starting to equal out at 26.67% and 16.67%, respectively.

This year’s top ship so far? Klance (Keith and Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender). Since we launched the weekly ship list on May 1st, Klance has been No. 1 seven times.

Originally posted by otp-tears

Further reading

Some great resources where you can learn even more about shipping and fandom:

a really common mistake I see in the LoZ fandom is who is and isnt reborn each zelda game, and while u can do whatever in ur fan art or fan fiction or whatever, i just thought I’d spread the zelda facts B)

-Link is the only one who holds the triforce who is actually reborn. His spirit is specifically a servant to the goddess Hylia, no one else can take that place so he has to be reborn.

-Ganon(dorf) has been the same being. He never dies to be reborn, he’s only ever sealed away for a long time. in some games, its lightly suggested this is driving him insane. He eventually turns into a beast in all timelines (only a lil in the adult line tho) which is probably a result of power hungry corruption and, if u wanna speculate, insanity caused by such a long life span

-Zelda is a name passed on to every first born female of the hyrule family, along with her powers. She’s always an entirely different person but one who shares the same destiny as many of her ancestors. 

“What’s so bad about reposting?”

“It’s easy to make gifs, who cares.“ 

 Wrong. 

And here’s why: 

  • Presumably, you’re reposting because you either: 

a) don’t have access to the video that’s gif’d because you don’t know where it’s from or you don’t know how to download it. Which already proves that making gifs is difficult because of the time spent video hunting and downloading. (You’d be surprised how hard it is to download videos from certain websites.)

b) don’t have access to photoshop, because you’re not sure how to download it, or you do have it but don’t know how to work it. Which again, proves making gifs is difficult because it’s more than just right clicking then saving as (which is what reposting is - so if you catch yourself doing this, stop!) You have to learn how to use photoshop to actually make a gif, and to actually use photoshop you have to know how and where to download it. Some people even pay for it, and it’s extremely unfair to those that do because something they essentially paid for is getting stolen from them.

  • Gifs are not even just about being able to do the basic load files into stacks or import layers from frames, whichever method of gif making you prefer. Nope. It’s about coloring as well, which makes your gif unique and different from someone else’s. People spend time making their gifs look nice in addition to spending their time looking for the right video and whatnot. 

So have some respect for people that do their best to provide you with pretty gifs on your dashboard to reblog >:( 

(No, it does not count if you repost someone’s gif and “give credit”, especially if the source is “it’s not mine but I found it on Google”. Tumblr made a beautiful function called a REBLOG. Use it. It’s your best friend.) 

Next time you say, “everyone reposts” or “they’re just gifs”, keep in mind making gifs isn’t actually as easy as some people belittle it to be! Try making gifs for yourself and see how hard it is. Really, try. 

(And if you’re thinking, “oh making gifs is so easy! I’ve tried it!” then it literally costs you $0.00 to make your own gifs and gain notes through your own hard work. Seriously. Stop taking credit for someone else’s hard work.)

Stopping reposts can happen if you take a step to stop yourself from reposting and letting others know why it’s bad too. If no one tells you what you’re doing is wrong, how would you know what you’re doing isn’t right? One by one, we can all eventually stop reposting because it’s very disrespectful to artists (yes, gif makers are considered artists too). If you want notes, earn them yourself just like how every original content makers do. And even if you can’t make anything yourself, don’t be mean. Support people’s works. 

(This applies to everyone that makes original content, fan art, fan fiction, graphics, etc. The steps in between to make them are different, but reposts affect all of us the same. Please stop reposting and respect the artists.)

Akira's Little Details

- At the diner he spins his pencil between his fingers
- When he’s standing around in the real world he runs his fingers through his hair
- In palaces he pulls on his glove
- In the attic hideout he spins his phone on his finger tips
- When he laughs he covers his mouth with the back of his fingers
- He is pretty much constantly frowning unless he’s with people he likes
- He puts his weight on his left leg when he stands
- His eyes are usually downcast in his idle pose
- He wears his bangs in his face (his hair and his glasses are like a barrier between himself and the world)
-Morgana mentions that Akira is not very well nourished
- He doesn’t like crepes, but he likes sweets (maybe he’s picky?)
- His body type is lean and muscular with a longer torso (pretty much built like a cat)
- He rests his head on his left hand when he’s laying down (and Morgana sleeps to Akira'a left side, near his stomach)
- He has an incense piggy in his window
- His wardrobe contains mostly muted colors
- He has a really cute annoyed face when he gets texts at night
- In the group he mostly stays in close proximity to Ryuji and Ann
- He let Makoto cling to him when she was scared
- His hand flops when he is done checking his phone in bed
- Sojiro makes him curry for breakfast
-He has a green thumb
- He has a blue wind chime hanging in his window
- He leaves his window open
-He keeps his room tidy, albeit a bit dusty
- He hates the juices from the underground walkway (he literally has to choke them down)
- He wears the suspenders on his school uniform properly
- He has a clothes line in his room
- He handcrafts all of the tools for the Phantom Thieves (this boy is really good with his hands, lemme tell ya)

(Feel free to add more)

After the Parade

“Hush,” he says.

Above them, Cabal ships drag thick black smoke across the flickering twilight, and flames rise from the Tower. Legionnaires scour the streets, seeking out the cries of the wounded and afraid.

“Hush,” he says again, as the child starts to sniffle, and he pulls her into the shadows cast by an apartment block as a patrol makes its laborious way past. He was made to protect, made to serve, but he feels clumsy now; the hand on her shoulder is almost larger than her head and she has no armor to protect her bruised and burned skin from his rough gauntlets. When he tries to wipe the tears from her face he worries that he will be the one to break her.

He followed her screams, just as the Cabal did. He had no rifle to kill the Legionnaires that would have silenced her; dispatched the first one with his boot-knife but was not quick enough to catch the second unaware. It is dead, but his chest-plate is cracked and burned and the thing that eats the Traveler has also eaten his Light.

She is wearing yellow. A summer dress, for a celebration. When he offered her his gore-spattered hand she took it at once, and did not look back at the splayed and broken limbs visible beneath the rubble around her as though she knew there was no one left to wait for. He brushed dust and chips of concrete from the tight black curls on her head, and when she tried to smile her gap-toothed smile at him despite it all he knew that he would die the second death to save her.

They pick their way through dust-covered streets and alleys, one grimy hand holding his armored fingers, the other wrapped around the silent shell of his Ghost. He told her to keep it safe, and she clutches it to her chest with an intensity that would do any Titan proud.

To those behind the Wall, love and service. To those outside it, fury and fire. He is young: the Order’s maxim has never meant much to him, but here at the end of an Age he feels each word burning in his chest and he wraps his Mark around her shoulders like a cloak, like a little Hunter, to keep the nearness of the night from her as best he can.

When they hear the distant bursts of gunfire he waits until the chatter fades, then leads them in a different direction even though it gives him hope to know the City is still fighting. Perhaps if he ran to the violence he would find weapons or more Guardians, but he will not risk it. And so hours pass as they slink across the city, and as slowly as his wounds force him to move she still takes ten strides for every one of his. She has only one sandal, silver leather wrapped around a tiny leg, but he thinks that a single piece of armor is better than no armor at all.

He finds a battered pulse rifle in a street that leads to a square, tries not to wonder where its owner went. The magazine is full, but it is all he has and there is no Ghost at his shoulder to synthesize ammo. He bends to pick it up, never letting go of the hand that holds his own, just as a troop of Legionnaires turn the corner in front of them.

He pulls the child behind a crumbled wall. Waits one heartbeat, two; no slug throwers roar in response. Even so, they are between him and the direction he has lead, and he doubts he has the strength to cross the City again.

Love and service to those within. Fire and fury to those without.

The Legionnaires do not notice, but neither do they move on. More join them, and they begin to spiral out in all directions, continuing their search. It will not be long before they find him and the child. A narrow street, once hung with banners but now collapsing from the rooftops down, will lead her west, to the walls, away from Cabal patrols - as long as there is a distraction.

He lifts her chin as gently as he can.

“You have to run,” he whispers. He is bad at whispering. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“That way,” he says when she stares at him in silence, pointing with his outsized hand down the shadowed street.

He gives her a delicate push, points again. She blinks, once, then toddles into the dark, Ghost held close as though it will protect her. Perhaps, if there is a way to undo this disaster, it someday will.

He props the rifle atop the ledge, lifts his visor and sights with naked eye. There are so many, he thinks, and then bites back a laugh - there are only eight.

Love within. Fury without.

The rifle barks. One Legionnaire dies and the others spin in confusion, firing in the direction of his cover. He ignores them, squeezes the trigger again. And again. And again.

Love within. Fury without. Love within. Fury without. Love within. Fury without. Love within -

Something tugs his arm. He looks down into the eyes of the little girl, and pure terror finds him.

“I said run,” he growls, but she does not, her face set in a scowl. He shakes his arm and she does not let go.

A micro-rocket bursts against the barricade and he ducks, throws his body over her, sprays the rest of his bullets in response. The child buries her head in his cracked armor, her frail body shaking.

Never has he been so afraid to die.

He feels a fool. He tosses the rifle down, wraps one arm around the child and pulls her close. With the other he slams his visor shut. He takes a deep breath, and then another, and when at last there is a break in the constant fire he lurches to his feet, lifts the child to his chest, and runs.

It is hard, so hard, to move full Titan-plate without his Light to drive it. His body aches. Something inside is probably broken, and he does not know how long it takes a body to heal without a Ghost.

A slug hits him in the back and he stumbles but his armor holds, and he sprints down the street where he tried to send the child, the sound of jump-packs following behind. He ducks his head and cups himself around his charge, makes himself as big as he can, plows across the debris-choked pavement. The girl begins to cry again, though to his ears it is not the sound of fear but of fury, and before long he is roaring with it, and the two of them roar together down the long, narrow street as explosions scatter bits of ruins that once were homes. He does not know where he is going, knows only that he must go somewhere, that he will not stop until the child is safe or his legs no longer work; that when he has nothing left he will throw her from him and tear the Cabal apart with fists alone, Light or no.

He has stopped counting the impacts. Every step is a knife in his chest. The Legionnaires must be close but he does not turn, lest the shield that is his body fail. He can feel himself slowing, a sensation that fills him both with wonder and despair, but he cannot force himself to let her go despite his promise. Something cracks against the back of his leg, and he is too tired and too hurt to correct. He lands heavily on one shoulder, slides ten grinding yards, arms still wrapped around the child. At the very least, they will have to rip him apart to get to her. Maybe, if he dies quickly, they will not notice her at all.

Gunfire interrupts his thoughts, along with the sound of footsteps and the roar of Cabal. Hands grab him, drag him out of the street, but still he does not uncurl. He sees Hunter cloaks, Warlock robes, a Titan mark.

“Hush,” he tells the child, head still tucked close, while they cower in a doorway and around them Guardians fight.

“Hush,” he tells her, over their surprised cries of pain.

“Hush,” he tells her, over and over, until at last all is silent and he dares to lift his head and stand.

He helps the child to her feet, and though he leans against the doorway it is her tiny hand in his that keeps him upright. He looks around at their saviors: most are near as bruised as he is. They nod their heads, pat him on the back, and he opens his mouth to ask for forgiveness, for leading the Legionnaires here, but a Hunter shakes her head as though she knows what he will say.

Two Guardians lie dead. Truly dead. One Hunter, one Titan wearing the Mark of the Gatewatch. He waits the half-second for their Ghosts to revive them, feels sick when they do not rise. He swears that he will learn their names and add them to the Order of the Pilgrim Guard.

Someone makes cooing sounds and tries to take the child, tries to give her water, but she refuses to let go of his hand, refuses to surrender his Ghost. For a moment they stand there, all seven of them in a circle around her, and it is as though a different light has risen to bond them all.

They need ships. Weapons. Food, maybe. The child, at least, must eat. The Hunter offers water again, and he wonders how many new scraps of fabric she has taken for her cloak. A different Titan, this one wearing the Mark of the Six Fronts, hands him the dead Hunter’s rifle - then looks down at the child, still clinging to his hand, and passes him a sidearm instead.

They turn their backs to the Tower, and continue their slow march to the western wall. Perhaps they will find supplies along the way. If not, so be it - they are still Guardians, and they will save what light they can.

Love within. Fury without.

The Cabal have no word for ‘retreat.’ Soon, they will learn that the Guardians have none for ‘mercy.’


Words: @themothyards

Art: @artdailybykitty

That Moment When You Come Across A Fan Made Piece That Has All The Characters In Character, Drawn Fantastically, Fits into the Canon Universe And/Or Theme, And Has A Genuinely Good Plot With No Grammatical Errors Has You Feeling Like...

Originally posted by artsymbti

“Oh,” Remus says. Then, “ Oh. ”

It is the beautiful man. And what’s more, the beautiful man has blood trickling slowly from his hairline.

Created for my one-shot, Reflecting Light.

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I couldn’t help myself. Here’s my contribution to @geek-fashionista‘s Sidekick!Adrien AU, in which Adrien is not a miraculous holder but starts off as a talented hacker who becomes determined to aid Ladybug in whatever capacity he can (hacking security feeds, opening locks remotely, convenient blackouts, etc). He learns martial arts and rides a motorcycle, kind of like Batman.  :P  Whenever he isn’t modeling he wears glasses, hoodies, and beanies to hide his changing physique. Eventually they get together and adorable-ness ensues.  ;)

I had to do a comic about the hilariousness of civilian Marinette meeting Adrien, and Alya trying to hook her up with her own boyfriend.

Plus, pixie haircut older Marinette?  Yes, please.  Nino with an undercut was a spur of the moment idea.  Oh, and drawing older Alya has become my new favorite thing. 

I realized that 3 out of the 4 people that appear in this comic have glasses, so I had to make their frames as different as possible.  :P

Marinette’s outfit is reminiscent of the original Marinette/Bridgette’s ensemble, in case it looks familiar ;)

EDIT: Someone noticed I forgot to draw a mask on Ladybug!  Whoopsies~! I went ahead and fixed that.  ;)

I don't want Anti to have a redemption Arc.

I know. I KNOW.
“But impulse weren’t you all ‘team Anti’ and 'save anti’ two days ago?”
I was and I still am but hear ask yourself this:

How many villains get a redemption arc? How many times do we do a song and dance of hating and fearing the bad guy until we find out he’s just misunderstood and then praise him as he switches sides?
Happens pretty freaking often doesn’t it?

Now think back on all those “redeemed” characters and you’ll notice a pattern. After switching sides and becoming a “good” guy they lose half of what made them stand out.

Okay now back to Anti. He was AWAYS meant to be the bad guy. The antagonist. The one who calls us out on just idly watching and playing favorites.
The dark splash on Jacks otherwise cheery channel and he needs to stay that way.

What I mean by save Anti is this: Save him just this once.

I don’t want him to change. I would honestly be a little upset if he crossed over to being good.
All I want and all I think he needs to switch it up from his normal antics is this:

A moment of clarity.

Just one brief moment of trust in us fans.

I want to see him angry and triumphant over the other egos, them laying beaten and bloody at his feet. I want him to drag Chase (or the fandom fave at the time) up by the hair and go in for the kill only to hesitate.
For words to glitch on the screen.
Our words. Talking about how we love him. How we want to see more of him. How exciting and crazy it is to interact with him.

Most importantly I want him to see a fandom that, for the time being, loves him and just him.
I think it would floor him.
Just imagine Anti holding Chase up by the hair with his knife pressed tight against his throat freeze. The manic grin fade from his face and glitching slow down.

“Do you mean it?”

He looks straight at the camera when his asked this, voice a soft static and he’s gone. The video ends with Chase trying to wake the others and faint zalgo text in the background: Don’t forget this.

Can you imagine the hype after that? Suddenly Anti is the talk of the town fan art after fan art. Fiction and edits everywhere all about him. He finally has what he has always wanted.

The fandom.

But as always, the hype dies and the fandom goes back to fawning over Jack.
But he trusts us. We love him now right? There’s no way we forgot.

Marvin gets a new power hour…
Everything is suddenly flooded with fans cheering for the magician.

“It’s okay! He can have his turn. They love me too. They said so…”

Schneeps returns with his silly antics.
“They’ll include me this time right? They also draw us together! There’s no way they could have forgotten already….”

Time and time again everyone else got to appear and time and time again everyone cheered for them. Again Anti would be left out. A gimmick. A side show. Nothing worth paying attention to once everything was said and done.

Chase gets a new video and that’s where Anti will draw the line.
He’ll reappear and this time he’ll make sure we don’t forget.

Tl/Dr :
I want to save Anti and have him put his trust in us only for us to let him down. Because once the hype dies he’ll be pushed to the side again and even if he isn’t he wouldn’t truly believe us anyway would he?
And he’d make us pay for tricking him.