i love someone over the internet

Comments on fanfics.

Let’s settle down for a minute.

I’ve had someone ask me why it made me happy to learn that they’d cried while reading something I wrote, which brings us back to the familiar topic of Why In Heck Are Comments Important To Fic Writers.

Listen. We’re not needy or annoying when we ask readers to leave a comment. We are only being human.

Ever since you were a kid, you’ve needed praise and encouragements to strive on, you’ve needed advice to go on, you’ve needed to share things that made you happy with other people.

You drew your family for the first time? Quick, let’s run to Mama to show her the drawing and hope she likes it. You finally got the hang of how to crack an egg in order to bake that cake your brother is fond of? Damn, now you’re gonna crack all the eggs and smile at each victory, and then cry when the egg shell falls in the bowl and hope dad isn’t going to be mad at you for failing. 

You think you finally did good on this math test? You did. The 10/10 in the corner of your sheet and the teacher’s smile prove that you did a good job, that you are capable, that you can do more. You hurry home and proudly show the test to your parents, or whoever else you hold dear to your heart, and bask in the praise. You are disappointed if it never comes.

You need them to acknowledge what you did. You need them to tell you that you did well, and then you need them to repeat it again. And it will motivate you to study harder, to make them prouder by doing even better on the next test.

Why? Because of simple encouragements. Because of feedback. Positive feedback makes you want to do more. It makes you want to go further, take yourself higher because now you know that you can do it.

It’s always gonna be the same in life. High school, college - you work hard on stuff, and when you do you expect to be praised for it. Hours of pouring over that essay have to become a good report card. Getting out of bed early every morning to run have to result in admiration from others. Working late hours have to make your boss notice you and offer you a raise. Because you deserve it, because you worked hard, because you need to know that your work is appreciated.

Now you’re a fanfiction writer.

You don’t get paid for writing this story. You never will. You know you will likely get very little feedback, even if you know your story is good. Yet you still sit down and write the thing. You take hours of your free time to go over what you wrote, again and again, losing sleep and gaining anxiety over it because what if no one likes it? What if I did all this for nothing? What if?

You still write it, because despite it all you like doing it, just like you loved trying to draw your family as a kid to show it to mom.

But when you post it - you need people to see it. You need people to tell you that you did a good job. You need someone to encourage you. You’re here, throwing hours of work into the Internet void for anonymous faces to read and hopefully enjoy. Unlike original stories, you don’t mention it to friends or family because of the fanfiction stigma, because fanfiction is considered less than original stories. So, really, the only way you have to know if your writing is worth it is the comments.

And kudos, even though they are appreciated, will never tell you how a reader feels. They’ll never tell you how someone, a real person, felt while reading your story. Did they like it? Did it make them happy? Sad? What did they go through? Was it worth it? Did you convey what you wanted? Was it worth it? Is this story worth it? Is my writing worth it? Do I keep going?

What do you think?

We only want to know if we did well. Because we are simply, painfully human.

There are no words to describe the feeling a writer gets when they see the mail notification telling them they received a comment on this or that fic. No words.


When you see that “please tell me what you think ! <3” in the chapter notes, please know that what we actually mean is “I would sell my entire body and suck Satan’s d*ck if it meant you could click that little comment button and actually write something down”.

Leave comments on fics, people. It’s not hard, and it means you will get more fic in the future if you so much as encourage the writer. That’s how people work.

Just tell us. Let us know.

Thank you.

anonymous asked:

okay here's my longgg WIW thought: AU where teen Nat breaks free of her conditioning/handlers in the late 90s! and starts working on her own side, trying to stealthily eliminate the Red Room and any other organization that relies heavily on brainwashing, b/c she never wants anyone to go through what she did. After a few months, she realizes that someone is helping her behind the scenes--covering her tracks electronically, dropping her hints about where the next cell might be, etc. 1/10

She should be freaked out that someone discovered her, can FOLLOW her, and she is, she’s terrified, but–this person is helping her. this person could have turned her in at any time. so it’s either someone who genuinely wants to help or someone who’s playing a long con to get her. she decides not to let her guard down around this person but to cautiously take their help–double-checking with outside sources before she goes off to do anything on their say-so, though. After a year she 2/10

gets an email that just has the location of a post box. She memorizes it, and when she checks her email again the next day, the message is gone. When she finds the box, she sees that her ghost has left her some new intel along with… some kind of electronic weapon? And instructions. She’s suspicious but she makes someone she’s about to kill test it out and her eyes go wide with delight. She quickly grows to love her new weapon. Her ghost keeps giving her intel/suggestions, but now every 3/10

few months there’s an upgrade, too. After a couple times of this she leaves a message in the box for them, b/c it’s the only way she can think of to contact them, saying thank you. Somehow that turns into the two of them corresponding through letters, and she becomes very fond of her ghost. They’ll never tell her who they are or give any hints, but the two of them talk about everything and nothing, play long games of chess over months, gossip over marked-up fashion magazines and about new 4/10

movies coming out. She feels like she gets to know her ghost very well. Like she can trust them. They have inside jokes! She thinks about them often. She thinks of them as a friend. She still tries to be wary but she knows, though she doesn’t want to admit it, that she’s compromised. She just hopes that they don’t give her away, and wishes she wasn’t so weak that she liked them so much. // ENTER THE WINTER SOLDIER. On a mission in the early 2000s he breaks free of his conditioning and 5/10

runs off to start his own crusade against HYDRA. He and Nat run into each other a few times on jobs they’ve both decided to take. They circle each other warily and exchange some blows, but nothing serious. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Eventually she sends a message to her ghost and asks if they think the man is trustworthy. Her ghost comes back saying that the Winter Soldier has been reported missing and maybe this guy is him? Maybe they should bring him in on their project if 6/10

he hates brainwashing too. (Nat gets a warm feeling she quickly squashes when her ghost calls it ‘their’ project.) So she starts talking to the soldier when they run into each other and eventually he comes to find her one day and asks her what her deal is. She explains, asks if he wants to join them. He shrugs and that’s that, he’s now part of their op. Nat’s ghost starts calling him James because ‘he looks like Bucky Barnes, Nat, tell me you don’t see it!’ and slowly over time James gets 7/10

enmeshed into their friendship and letters and starts remembering more about his personality and some memories. So Nat’s ghost becomes THEIR ghost, and things are good. When a month goes by without hearing from their ghost, they don’t worry too much. But they’ve never gone more than two without hearing from them, so they DO worry after their ghost is silent that long. Nat thinks maybe she’s suddenly getting what more she could want to make her happy. What’s been missing. What she hasn’t 8/10

been admitting to herself about James and their ghost, and feelings. Futures. Families. Then she’s absently watching the news and they’re reporting on Tony Stark’s disappearance again–and she sits bolt upright. Tony Stark been missing for two months, Tony Stark is a mechanical genius, Tony Stark… and the pieces fall into place. She feels immense fury boiling inside of her at the thought that someone has their ghost held captive. No.He belongs with her and James. Heads will roll for this. 9/10

Cue a rescue mission to Afghanistan! (Sidenote: I imagine Tony was born ten years later in this au, but his parents still died in 1991. Obie took over the company until Tony would be old enough to take it on, leaving him a bored teenager in the late 90s trawling around on the internet while getting his second phd when he found Natasha. Tony of course has been in love with both of them and known it practically from meeting each but didn’t think they’d want him or it could work out.) 10/10

Originally posted by sayrix

I’m fine, I’m fine, just sitting here, crying and petting this beautiful headcanon. I don’t even know what to say. There is nothing to say. THIS IS PERFECTION! THANK YOU YOU BRILLIANT WONDERFUL ANON MAY YOUR MIND CONTINUE TO GIFT YOU WITH THESE BREATHTAKING IDEAS!!!

(I’m sorry I’m sorry, I just can’t resist: Nat and James are in the middle of fighting these pathetic terrorists who dared taking their ghost–and they’d enjoy the fight a lot more if it wasn’t for that cold, dreadful worry, that desperate need to find their ghost and make sure he’s okay–when a fucking metal suit starts blasting these bastards apart with the sort of blind fury they can appreciate but know to be wary off. Which is a good thing, because once the last of the Ten Ring guys is dead, James is almost too slow to avoid one of the blasts, and then suddenly the metal suit is on his knees, crying and apologising and it’s all very messy but they’ve got their ghost back and really that’s the only thing that matters, isn’t it?)

Remember when TOP tried to end his life because so many people were attacking him over pot and yall were up in arms about how words have consequences? Yet when it comes to the BTS and Jackson and Shinhwa and SUJU things it’s totally okay to go balls to the walls and tell members to die and groups to disband??? Listen I’m not trying to tell you how to feel, but don’t be an ass about it, and certainly don’t attack others over something, especially when they had no ill intent. Have your feelings, express them, write an angry haiku, unfollow them on twitter, but don’t come at them with your pitchforks. If someone unintentionally hurt your feelings, and you intentionally hurt theirs, doesn’t that make you the bad guy??? Some of yall are literally telling people to die for getting married like I love this genre of music and I love some of the friends I’ve made in the kpop fandom but god damn no wonder we’re considered one of the most(on some lists #1) toxic fandoms in the world. The internet makes you brave and it’s so easy to get sucked into a pack mentality because if all these people are doing it it must be okay, so here’s a reminder of the golden rule: do onto others as you want done onto you. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Or, as Thumper said it, if you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all. If it’s not something you’d say to them in person, say in front of your mother, say to their mother, want said to your best friend, said in front of a future employer, Christ even your dog, if you’d ever be ashamed of saying it or upset hearing it, it’s not a nice things to say and there is literally no good that will come from it, so just don’t.

Goodbye Internet.

Summary- In which Dan ruined what him and Phil had and made his last video. 

Genre- Angst?

Word Count - 1.7k 

The flat the two shared used to be full of life and happiness, now it was only full of sadness and regret. Dan had messed up big time, him and Phil fought. Now Phil was gone and Dan couldn’t forget him. He was everywhere he looked. Dan couldn’t bear though to get rid of the things they had together. He couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the engagement ring Phil threw back to him just before he left. “Fuck you Dan. I trusted you with my life and agreed to marry you and you went sleeping around?” Phil scoffed, twisting the ring off his finger. His face was tight, the veins in his neck popping out as his eyes watered. “Here”. He threw the ring at Dan, hitting his chest. Dan watched it fall to his feet along with his heart. “I changed my mind. I’ll get my stuff over the week.” He turned and walked out, slamming the door, leaving Dan standing there with tears falling from his eyes, landing around the ring on the floor. 

About a month ago it hit Dan, he was getting married. He wanted to marry Phil, god he did. He was scared and did what he usually did. Dan ran. He ran from his fear, ran from everything and into the arms of another person. A few actually. Thinking back now, Dan realized they all had one thing in common, they were just like Phil. Every woman he went home with was a huge kid on the inside with the sweetest smile. If Dan went home with a guy he noticed things about them to, they all were nerdy and had the sweetest personalities.

Staring at the ceiling as his fairy lights shone above him, illuminating the room with a melancholy mist. Dan hadn’t done much of anything since Phil left. He hadn’t gotten out of bed unless he needed to use the bathroom or wanted a drink or snack. Even then he just started hoarding bags of maltesers and water bottles in his room so he wouldn’t have to leave as much. Unlike the rest of the house, Dan’s room was black and white basically. The less color he had the better. To Dan, Phil was like a bunch of colors that shone brightly making everyone happy. Except Dan, the colors only made him sad now.

Tears slipped from his eyes and slid down the sides of his face. He didn’t want to continue YouTube alone, he didn’t want to abandon the gaming channel, let alone his own but he couldn’t do it. He met Phil through YouTube, and it ended on YouTube.

Sighing, Dan found the strength to climb out of bed. His head throbbed in pain as he walked to the bathroom, his head dropping once he saw his appearance. His hair was greasy and curled, bags and dark circles were under his eyes. His shoulders drooped and his clothes hung off his body. He was wearing grey sweatpants that were big on him alone and a jumper that was way too big for him.

Tears fell from his eyes again as a sob crashed through his body. Dan leaned against the wall and slid down, fully sobbing now. “I-I’m so sorry P-Phil.” He gasped through every cry to himself. He doubted he’d ever get to tell him how sorry he was. Phil was right in Dan’s mind to leave. He didn’t deserve Phil, he never did and he proved that.

Dan couldn’t do this. He wasn’t happy. YouTube doesn’t make him happy anymore. It’s been a week, almost two now since he even logged on. He sat there on the bathroom floor for hours thinking it over.

Music blasted in his headphones, and he stared at the tiled wall. Was he doing this? “I guess I am,” he mumbled, the life drained from him. He pulled himself up and trudged back to his room, setting the camera up in front of his bed. Turning the camera on he sat there for five minutes before saying anything.

“Hello internet,” he waved his hand. His voice wasn’t happy like it usually was when he did his intros, then again he wasn’t happy anymore. “I look like a literal rat right now, and I deserve to.”

Dan sighed and hung his head trying to think of how he wanted to explain everything. The fans never knew that him and Phil were together, so how was to explain what happened without outing them. Hopefully Phil wouldn’t hate his anymore than he already did..

“As you guys probably have noticed, Phil and I are no longer gonna be living together.” Dan bite his lip and looked down. “A-And it’s all my fault.” He looked into the viewfinder for a brief moment to see how he was doing.

“Phil and I were a couple. I asked him to be my boyfriend back in 2011 and he said yes.” Dan smiled but that smile was nothing but sadness anymore. “We went through tough times like any other couple, as you all know we grew apart in 2012, but we came back around.”

Dan could feel tears forming back in his eyes but he refused to let them fall again. “After being together for over 5 years, I decided I would ask him to marry me. I wanted to make it perfect, because that’s what Phil deserves. I planned a trip back to where it all started. You were so clueless. My heart was soaring, beating out of my chest. I was gonna ask you to marry me and I was terrified you would say no. Looking back? You should have, but for some reason you chose to say yes.”

Laughing a bit Dan remember how nervous he had been that day. “I took you to the train station where we met for the first time. I was nervous to get off the train that day. I was worried you would hate the me you would see in person.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek, “W-we planned to get married in May. We planned on recording bits of it, and uploading a vlog as a surprise to you guys.” Dan chuckled, “Some of you, many of you actually would have been expecting it.”

Dan closed his eyes and let the tears roll freely now. He brought his hand up and covered his mouth, letting sobs escape his body. His eyes were more than likely bloodshot as he looked back into the camera. “Then I fucked up big time.” Came from his lips in a whisper.

“Loyalty is something everyone deserves. T-trust to, and I broke both of those things. P-phil… If you by some chance watch this, not that you would want to see me again in any form, but I-I’m so sorry. You should never forgive m-me. I was scared. I s-still am now that I’m alone again because I-I’m so used to having you here. It’s not the same. There’s no dork to greet me when I finally crawl out of bed, no one to help when I fall into an existential crisis. I fucking took you for granted, and I will never f-forgive myself for that.”

Dan fell back onto his bed and let the sobs come, the tears pour. A good 15 minutes later once he composed himself, he sat back up and looked into the camera. “I che-cheated on P-Phil Lester. I fucking hate myself f-for it.” He wiped his eyes before looking back into the camera.

“It hit me that I was getting married and I started to panic. I started thinking about how Phil, how you could c-change your mi-mind any moment and it scared me. So, like any other time I was scared, I ran. Instead of running to you, I ran from you. Into the arms of others.”

“I want you guys to do me a favor. I want you all to, if you love somebody, make sure you tell them. If you get scared f-fucking tell them! Don’t do what I did. Don’t be stupid and cost yourself the one person you can’t live without. This? This hurts like fucking hell and it sucks. Phil, you mean everything to me an- and I’ll never get you back and I deserve that. I deserve to be lonely and to never hear from you again.”

Dan sighed, scared shitless to end this video. His face was tear stained, his sleeves were damp from crying and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. “The last few things I w-want to say to end this on… I-I’m moving. I don’t know where, but somewhere. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll stay in London, it all hurts too much. J-just like this… YouTube used to make me happy. Now it mocks me. I look and see most of the videos I created were with you Phil and I can’t do it. So, this is it. No more Danisnotonfire. No more live shows, no more updates. I’m going back to being Dan, and getting rid of my internet persona I’ve built over the years. Please, if you guys see me in public, please don’t come up to me. I don’t want this “fame”,” Dan put hand quotations around fame. He never considered himself a famous person. Just someone on the internet. “I loved meeting you guys, but when your other half is missing you just don’t want to continue.”

Dan sighed one last time and wiped his eyes before looking into the camera. “I’m Dan and this was Danisnotonfire. Goodbye internet.”


Dan had just finishing packing up the last box of things from his bedroom. He was moving back home, not too far from his parents’ house. Carrying the box out to the lounge, he looked around. What was once a happy place was now nothing but a bad memory. The ring he gave Phil lived in his wallet. The remains of his YouTube career were going with him. He had uploaded the video a week ago and wasn’t sure how everyone was reacting. He didn’t check the comments or look on any social media. He was too scared.

Dan’s phone went off in his hand and he looked at it.

YouTube: AmazingPhil has just uploaded a video: Phil’s Final Video Blog - 2nd March 2017

Part 2


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good morning friends I am going to take a few minutes to be sappy because this is my blog and I can do what I want and you can all suck it

(it’s important to be aggressive before expressing a lot of emotion in order to maintain one’s street cred)

anyway, today is the day @bgonemydear and I have selected for our anniversary! I say selected bc we did spend a while discussing what day to use. the thing about falling in love with someone over the internet is that it’s kind of an uneven process, in terms of pacing, so we had to decide when we wanted to say our relationship officially began

one year ago today was the first time we met in person. she came to boston and I got lost in the airport trying to find the correct baggage claim (I get lost in the airport looking for her a lot) and I finally got to see her and hold her hand on the train and witness some dude decide to hit on her by telling her about the tattoos he got in prison while we were holding hands

truly, prison tattoo dude, you’re the real star

it’s still a little surreal to me that it’s been a whole year, and also sometimes that it’s only been a year, and mostly that any of this has worked out at all. the whole world is very confusing and alarming, lbr, and it’s sadly only gotten more confusing and alarming in the last year

so I’m very glad I have her, and I hope to be embarrassing myself with a similar post next year

do not look at me in the face

  • someone: [brings up the possibility of lego joker becoming the new onceler]
  • me: [rapidly packing my bags and making my way out the door] no. nope. i will not be on this wreck if it goes down. im leaving the internet, my home, the country, the planet, the entire fucking solar system. if you need me i'll be over in the andromeda galaxy starting up a lovely little space farming business

My heart hurts. I am praying that none of you were among the injured or the dead. I am praying that none of you know someone who was. This hurts me so badly. I don’t personally know anyone affected. I feel as though I’m mourning over 22 people I will never know.

Georgina Callander was one of the 22 who were killed in the attack. I didn’t know Gina, but she was all over my twitter feed this morning. Her account made me smile. She was a huge fangirl who had the chance to meet so many of her favorite celebrities. She was a big member of the family I call Team Internet. To me, anyone who loves and supports the members of this crazy online platform is a member of this crazy family. Joe shared a picture he took with Gina and multiple members of Team Internet responded with heartbreak. It is clear to me that Gina was a big part of this family. I feel like I have lost a distant relative. What are the chances that one of the 22 was one of us? I think about this account and how many followers I have who I don’t know and never will know. I wonder if one of them was Gina. I wonder if I have lost other family members I will never know.

I tend to get overly emotional about things like this. I am just some girl in Michigan. I guess I just can’t believe that we live in a world of such evil. And I hate that that evil has taken a member of Team Internet. Like I said, I feel like I have lost a distant relative.

I don’t know what else to say. I have BBC news on and I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Good news? An announcement that it’s all a prank? Another catastrophe designed by Sam Pepper for an elaborate video? I know the reality but I’m in denial. I hate this. I hate that we have to be afraid of going to concerts. I hate that I have a play for my friend tonight an I’m scared to go. I hate that my mom is at work and I want her home. Such trivial things to be worried about. I hate the fear that terrorism spreads across the world. I hate that this terrorist targeted teenagers. Children. What was his goal? What did the 8-year-old girl who was so excited to see Ariana do to him? What did Gina do to him? I know he wanted mass destruction (that’s what terrorists want, right?) but I can’t fathom this. This is unfair. This is cowardly.

I’m sorry my words haven’t come out as well as I wanted them to. I guess I just don’t know what to say. I am heartbroken. I wanted to wake up this morning unaffected by it all, but it’s hitting me hard and I don’t know why, and I don’t like it.

They just showed a picture of Gina on BBC and I had to look away. She was so happy and now she is gone.

I don’t know if the UK had the childhood show Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. It was a lovely children’s show about a man named Mr. Rogers who would teach us about life and good things and treated us all like neighbors. He once said, “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” That’s what I’m trying to do. Trying to focus on the emergency response team. Trying to focus on the line that was waiting to donate blood for those injured. Trying to focus on the hotels offering room for those who need help. Trying to focus on the people online who are helping people find their loved ones. Trying to find any glimmer of hope in this dark world.

They’re talking about Donald Trump on BBC right now and I don’t want to hear about this orange man and his plans in the middle east. He called those behind the attack evil losers. I’m sorry but what? Where’s Obama and his smooth and caring words of assurance and love?

I am praying for everyone who has been affected by this. I’m praying for Gina. Please stay safe. If you’re in Manchester, STAY HOME. I know that your government is saying that the threat is still high, that there is a high chance of another attack. Please, I am begging you, stay home. Keep your family close. Call your friends, make sure they’re okay. Please, please stay safe. Don’t let the bad guys win.

When I was going through Gina’s twitter, I saw that she was a big fan of the show Once Upon a Time. Snow White and Charming used to say Good can’t just lose. Good will always win. That’s what we have to say. We can’t let evil win. Good. Can’t. Lose. If we stand together and hold each other close, good will win.

I’m sorry I can’t do more. I’m sorry my words are falling a bit flat. Just know that my prayers are for all of you who have been affected by this. Please stay safe. The world is a scary place.

Here is an emergency contact number. I don’t know what this means but they keep showing it on TV so I feel like it’s important to share:

0800 096 0095

Our adventures... Names changed of course! Part 4

Months went by and Jane and I grew closer to each other. We never had dating rules or any hang-ups, which was great since we could say anything to each other.  Because both of us were very laid back, as a couple we quickly scaled our learning curve about each other and realized what we did and didn’t like. I didn’t feel like Jane was ready to hear about my bi side and my bi experiences in depth so I would tell her about my experiences bit by bit. She would tell me about hers, which I made no secret that it really turned me on. We were in love, and my time in this town was coming close to an end, it was time to move again and I wanted to take Jane with me. I wanted to commit to her, but didn’t feel it was the right thing to do until she knew all about my sexuality. So painfully, I dragged it on as long as I could.

I had now received a new job offer in Toronto, Canada and was to move there for couple years. When it was about 6 months there, it was time to visit Toronto for the summer to look for a place to stay. Jane wanted to come since she had never been to Toronto before; we decided to make it a vacation trip for a few days. Of course, no trip to another place was complete without meeting with the local flavor. So I put up a craigslist post to meet couples…bi couples. Just like here in the US, there is no shortage of replies from single guys and husbands replying without any intention for both of them to meet. Knowing this takes time; we had posted a while before we were to visit Toronto to look for an apartment. Eventually we narrowed down to 3 couples and decided to meet one.  We set a date and one Saturday after we spent the whole day looking for a place to rent, we were happy wind down and meet the couple at a local pub.

The couple we had decided to meet was in their early 40’s, so older than us. But age has never stopped us unless the people we played with looked like our parents or grandparents. Intelligence was key, and we didn’t really care for the looks department unless they had a face only their mother would look at. That being said, Jane was pickier than I was and she always got the last say. Needless to say, if she had said yes to what I said yes to, we would have been with a lot more couples. Over the time we’ve played, I had come to realize that she was usually right on when she said that we should meet someone I had been chatting with on the Internet. They seemed to look much older in person, or were flaky, or something that would turn us off and not have a great night that we would have otherwise had with people that we genuinely clicked with.  I was hoping tonight would be one of those nights we would have a great time. The weather in Toronto in spring was great, we had a lovely time outdoors, and had found an apartment right by a park, in a quiet neighborhood, it also had a public pool, so we were both happy and very excited to move to Toronto soon. Needless to say Jane was in a great mood, which is great for me since she tends to open up more and be more engaged with people who we meet rather than be shy. Either ways, she is always the first one to get naked in the bedroom when we all finally move to get more comfortable. So the shyness never really lasts as long…. I love it! That evening we showered to get the smell of the Toronto sweat off our bodies, we showered together and we played with each other in the bathroom.  As Jane turned around, I reached around her body playing with her perky breasts and those sweet tits. She loves her nipples lightly squeezed during foreplay, but when it get close to an orgasm, she loves it squeezed harder, but never to the point of those who are into the hardcore BDSM. Finding the right pressure has been a trial and error for me, but I want to say I have figured it out… sometimes. As I was pinching her nipples one at a time, she just stood still, enjoying the sensations and let out a soft moan. My left hand then slowly moved down to her shaved pussy and I found her clit with my finger searching through her soft lips. I knew I found the spot when I heard a loud short moan and I gently proceeded to play with it with my finger. Rubbing it, circling it, occasionally lightly flicking it, trying different combinations to keep her guessing. To the tone of my rubs, she started to slowly motion her hips back and forth as though being fucked and finger fucking her clit with my finger. I knew she loved it. Keeping my hand there, I moved back and my hard dick was no longer wedged between her ass, pushing by her hole. It was a long hard and thick 7 ½ and was ready to fuck any hole it could get into. But I wanted to wait for the night to unload all the cum I had built up over 2 days so I decided not to. Instead, I bent her over just a little bit more. She leaned on the wall under the shower as the warm water continued to fall on her back and roll down between her lovely ass crack. I lightly slapped her right ass cheek and she let out an approving moan. I took the index finger of my right hand and lightly played with her pussy as I continued to play with her clit with my left hand. I teased her pussy by running my finger up and down her wet slit; I could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy. Occasionally I would slowly finger fuck her with one finger, and then with two.  She would let out a moan every time. I leaned forward to look at her face, her eyes closed, and mouth open, she was bliss. I love eating pussy, and I love to eat it more after I have made a woman cum. There is something about the smell and the taste of it all that just drives me nuts. So each time after a few strokes of my finger (s) inside her, I would take it out, and smell her, taste her… just mesmerized. After doing this a few times, as I was playing with the wet slit of her pussy, I gathered all the juices as I could with one finger and slowly moved it back, running my finger across the place between the edge of her pussy and ass, waiting for her approval, or rather to see if she would disapprove. Now of all the women I have played with in the past, no one has enjoyed being played with her ass as much as Jane. She is up for it most of the time, and when she is, it is just great!!! So I have come to respect that and whenever she doesn’t want to have ass play, I just don’t push it. This time she didn’t object, so I slowly placed the tip of my right index finger at the edge of her hole. I slowly bent the tip of my finger so as to lightly apply pressure on her sphincter and waited, it relaxed and I slowly entered and I heard a louder moan. As I was in, I continued to push in and out and continued to finger fuck her ass. With each thrust I went deeper and deeper till I could not go in any more. She began to quiver. To give you an idea of how much Jane enjoys ass play, she is the only woman I have ever made cum by just playing with her ass. I don’t mean fingering, finger fucking or even fucking her ass, but just my tongue and her ass without even going inside. So I know she really loves it! As we were there in the shower, my hands wrapped around her, and her sexy body, wet with the shower and leaning forward with her eyes closed, moaning and in bliss, I began rubbing her clit firmly with my left hand and fucking her ass with my right. She approvingly moaned and began to thrust her hips with every in stroke of finger inside her ass. I knew she wanted it deeper but I just did not want to cum ahead of our  (hopefully) play tonight. I continued to do what I was doing, and her moans and thrusts began to get louder and deeper. By now, I could tell when she is getting closer to cumming and how hard it will be. This one was going to be long and hard. She became quiet, her body tensed up, she grabbed my left hand with her right and pushed it firm on her clit, and that meant rub harder! As she held firm pressure on my hand, she balanced herself with her left hand on the wall and continued to thrust her hips back at me, coordinating with my finger fucking her ass. Every time I pushed in with my finger, she pushed back with her hips and the closer she got to her orgasm, the harder those thrusts became until her whole body quivered and she came steadily for over 10 minutes. When she cums, she is loud and I was hoping no one were in their rooms or walking by ours, but secretly I hoped someone was listening because I loved to show Jane off. As her orgasm finally subsided, I slowed down my thrusts and stopped, we just stood there for a minute, quiet. “Honey, that was awesome, you really know what to do to me,” she said. “I know honey, you are awesome, I just love the slut in you and I love you!” “We got to get ready to go” I said, with that I stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. “Ok, I’ll be right out” she said. As I was getting dressed, I was curious to know what Jane would be wearing.  I was hoping that she would wear the gray wraparound that she had sewed. It hugs her body so well, and more importantly makes a nice deep “V” going down well below her breasts and showing off her breastbone. Thankfully that is what she chose. Her lingerie of choice that day was a red bra and red thong.  Jane’s breasts are perky and hold well. So I never knew why she would wear a bra, especially when we would go to meet and play with another couple.  Like I mentioned before, she is very shy and self-aware in public, but in private, she is a real cat in bed. So this time, I convinced her to just wear her thong and nothing else beneath that wraparound which to my surprise she did. Sooooo sexy!!!!! I wanted to fuck her then and there, but had to resist the temptation and we dragged ourselves out of the hotel room.

We mapped the pub we were to meet our couple, Peter and Raquel, and it turned out it was just a couple blocks away from the hotel we were staying. So we decided to walk it up since it was a beautiful evening, and since we were staying down town, close to the lake, we could have a little look around as we made our way to the pub. When we finally got there, it looked like a nice place, mostly full of young people. Of course there was a hockey match between the Toronto Blue Jays and Chicago, and in Canada nothing is bigger than hockey, so of course it was loud. We looked at each other and were hoping that this was going to be a quiet night; just then we received a text saying that they were in the back dining area. As we made our way to the back, it grew quieter, phew! Nice to have a quiet area so we aren’t shouting over each other to make a conversation. As we approached the dining area in the back, our eyes gaze the room to find that face we had seen in picture. Jane was the first one to find them and nudged my hand, “there they are” she said and we made our way towards them. They saw us and stood up to greet us. Peter was in his mid 40s had a distinguished look with salt and pepper hair. He had a bit of an accent since he was French Canadian. We shook hands and formally introduced ourselves, I introduced Jane, and he in his typical French Canadian way leaned in and pecked her on the cheek, Jane giggled and returned the favor. All during this, I stood by and was checking Raquel out, she was looking at me and smiling and after Jane and Peter were done exchanging pleasantries, he introduced me to his wife Raquel, who was a bit younger than him, in her early 40’s. She was dressed in a cute top with a short denim skirt. The collar of her top was low enough that I could see she was big breasted and her bra was holding up those puppies. She was shorter than Jane with dark hair and coffee skin. She was from Spain and they had met while he was on a business trip she said.  The four of us sat down, ordered drinks and dinner and talked as the night passed. Our typical dates are where we begin with talking about regular stuff, the weather, the town, and try to get to know the other couple. Jane was getting tipsy, and I could tell by her interaction with the other couple that she was into them. From our side, the night was a go, and we just had to see what they thought of us. As the night came to an end, Peter looked at Jane and I and said, “we had a nice time and would like to join you two tonight if the feeling is mutual.” Jane knows that I am a go most of the time, and that the decision usually is hers. She looked at me with a smile on her face and I smiled and nodded. “We’d love to have you come over to our room, it’s not too far from here.” Sure, you lead; we’ll follow said Raquel. As we headed down the busy and bustling street of downtown Toronto, we walked and chatted as we went along. I could see Peter checking out Jane and Jane checking out Raquel, and as for me, I was checking out everyone, including some of the women in their skimpy outfits out for a fun night. Eventually, we make it to the hotel and we quietly sneaked them into our room. I’m sure the hotel has security cameras but…. Who cares!!!

As we went up to our room it was so difficult for the four of us to keep our hands to ourselves. It was a different story once we got to the room.  Jane and I are quite to ourselves when we are in the swinger social gatherings, but once we get started, it is a totally different story. We are both very open in bed, and there is never any drama or jealousy, but just pure pleasure watching each other with someone else.  Although Jane has always been shy and anxious meeting other couples or singles in the past, the consistent theme has been that once we all get to the bedroom, she was always the first one to get naked! I loved that about her!!!

In our room, I turned on the TV to the music channel to have some background noise. I had a bottle of red Syrah and poured it in the cheap hotel plastic cups for the four of us. Peter sat in the chair by the window, and Raquel sat next to him, I was standing while Jane sat on the bed close to Peter. As we made awkward small talk, I knew we all wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, but we all were shy to make the first move. As we began to veer off topic to non-sexual stuff, I tried to get us back to sex. I felt like we needed to get going soon and not have a bummer night. “So, I hear the strip clubs here in Toronto are great”. “Yes said Raquel with a grin on her face”, “So I take it you two have been to one”. “We frequent a strip club called La Chique downtown” she said. It’s not too far from here. “Hmm, we should try it sometime Jane”, I said looking at her. “You know, I nudged Jane in the direction of being bi, since she always loved cock and cum. I didn’t really know the times she had her face buried in a pussy was because she enjoyed it or if she was doing it for me.” I paused as I turned to Jane and winked. “I was sure that she liked playing with women when we went to this strip club in Wisconsin once, the stripper was giving her a lap dance, and she was so turned on that when the stripper leaned in, she almost went to make out with her, it was so spontaneous, wild and the kinkiest thing I have ever seen from Jane” With that my dick got hard in an instant because I remembered that night so clearly. As a couple, we had a great time at the strip club, and most strippers were giving us so much attention and we had a blast with them. One striper in particular, was the more competitive one and really loved her job. She had Jane so turned on, when we got home, my clothes were ripped off and I was fucked into pure ecstasy.

“You know, Peter gives a sexy lap dance” Said Raquel. This was my chance, I knew, we could begin this way. “Is that so, I questioned” “Who would you dance for here?” I asked, I wanted to just volunteer Jane, but didn’t want to put her on the spot. Since we were all pansexual, I didn’t really care if he picked me, but I wanted to see him get started with Jane. “Jane come here, he said as he stood up and motioned her to sit in his chair” Jane stood up instantly; I could tell she wanted to get started as well. ”Is this ok?” he asked. Yhea! She cooed. As Peter began to dance for her to the lousy music being played on the TV, I was getting turned on and began to play with my cock. Not noticing, Raquel had come by and was standing next to me. She began to feel my hard dick through my pants, and I looked at her and brought her close to make out with her. I grabbed her by the waist as I pulled her closer, her hand on my cock at all times, She leaned in as we kissed and our tongues played with each other in our mouth. We stopped momentarily to see what was going on, and Peter was shirtless as Jane was unbuckling his pants, and I got a glimpse of her sliding his pants down. As his undershorts slid down, his hard cock sprang up in full view of us, and a very excited Jane. She grabbed his hardness by her right hand, cupping his balls with her left. She slowly leaned in, maintaining eye contact with peter while opening her mouth and taking his cock in and slowly swallowing whole till the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat. Jane loves to please a man, and she is quite submissive as well. I have seen her be very obedient to any guy that has played with her. At the same time, she loves to make a man happy with her blowing skills and will always start slow, playing with a cock and taking it deep to let a man know what is coming. Sure enough, peter loved it, as he arched back and let out a load moan and held Jane by her head and began to slowly fuck her face. Jane instinctively dropped her hands by her side, offered no resistance, but just opened her mouth wider and sucked harder to please the man she was sucking. More Raquel and I watched those two, more turned on we got. I could see the lust in Raquel’s eyes as she pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed. She unbuckled my pants and pulled my jeans and undershorts in one clean swoop. I was hard and my cock sprang out in front of her face. I was clearly bigger than Peter and uncut. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a slutty grin. She grabbed my cock, and slowly stroked me to pull my foreskin back and then stroked forward. In doing so, precum started to flow out of my cock. She looked at me, smiled, leaned in and stuck her tongue out. She bent over and licked my dick right from the base of my shaft to the tip, lapping up every single drop of pre cum along the way. As she reached the top, she looked up once more, smiled, opened her mouth wide and took me in as deep as she could. She couldn’t go as deep as Jane does with me, but it was pretty deep. Her mouth felt so different.

Jane and I have talked in the past, when we were just starting out playing with others. We’ve found the key to a successful adventure is to make sure we have an open line of communication and are extremely honest with each other. Our sex life is awesome, and we’ve probably explored each other more in the first six months of our relationship than what most couples have done in their first year of marriage. We both agree that we are extremely satisfied. After having sucked, eaten, fucked others, we have agreed that the touch, and feel of others is different. This is not necessarily good different or bad different, but pleasurable different. We still enjoy having different feel to sex and that is what we like about swinging. I know Jane loves to have a thicker cock than mine, and although she won’t admit it, the last a guy fucked her who was thicker than I was, I could see by the look in her eyes, rolled over eyes that is, that she was in heaven.  It was the best sight ever!!!

As I hear Peter moan to what I am sure was the most awesome blowjob of his life by Jane, I was focused on Raquel, whose head I had between my hands and I was actively face fucking her as well. All of sudden I felt the bed move and I saw Peter push Jane onto the bed, spread her legs and start to go down on her. Jane loved her pussy eaten regardless of who does it. I could tell she was enjoying this one! I leaned over and kissed her and started playing with her tits. Sucking on them, nibbling on them, lightly biting them. Making sure at all times that I was playing close attention to both her tits. I could tell, as she was getting closer to orgasm, I got more aggressive on sucking and nibbling on her tits. She loved it. Having done this few times to Jane, I have learned how to do it right. She doesn’t like to be sucked aggressively initially as it often hurts, but as she gets close to cumming, suck away, and I have pinched her nipples harder and sucked harder when she is cumming and it has often made her cum even harder. Love it!!! And sure enough Jane came and boy is she loud when she cums. It was a good thing I had the TV on and loud which probably and hopefully helped drown some of the sound. As she simmered down, Peter continued to eat her. I just stepped back as he reached up and had each of his hand on each of her breasts squeezing her nipples and getting her going for another orgasm. As I sat up again, I made eye contact with Raquel. She had black hair, and as I parted them to see her face, I got a full visual of her and her mouth sucking on my hard dick. She sucked differently than Jane did. We often talk about this, about what really excites us, and as I probably have mentioned before, we like the feel of others that may very well be different than what Jane and I do to each other. It is not good or bad, but just different.

I picked Raquel up and brought her towards me, we looked at each other and started to make out. Our tongues played in each other’s mouths. I usually don’t initiate that because some women don’t really like it. But I have to say, 9 out of 10 times, I always get a tongue in, and like it! As we kissed, I could taste my precum in her mouth and I knew it was now her turn to be pleased. I leaned over in her ear and whispered, “Can I eat you?” Like anyone would say no… “Yes” she replied. So I got up and laid her next to Jane who was now on her 3rd orgasm, Kissed Raquel one more time on her lips as we locked in a passionate make out session. I could feel my hard dick rubbing on her belly and the precum that I was oozing out lubricating the friction. I slid my dick down so that it was pointing up, but between the lips of her pussy, really not entering it, but having the lower part of the head of my dick against her clit. She was so wet, that the lubrication from that and my precum was plenty, and as I kissed her, I slowly motioned my hips to move my dick up and down, teasing her clit, but never entering her. By the looks of it, I knew it was driving her crazy, I could tell she wanted to be fucked, she would do everything she could my moving her hips to get my dick to enter her warm wet pussy, but I did everything I could to not let that happen, but let me take my time. We were both enjoying every moment of this playful prolongation of the inevitable. As I rubbed by dick, I would occasionally go down on her breasts and grab them in my hand and suck on her nipples. Raquel was brown skinned, and hard darker nipples than Jane did, but who cares. I like them all ;) I took my time playing with each of them, and continued to rub my dick on her clit at the same time. By the sounds Raquel was making, her moans got louder and louder, and I could tell that she was getting close to cumming. So as I do to Jane, I began to suck and pinch harder, but at the same time mindful of not crossing the line. Her moans grew louder, and then all of a sudden got muffled and quiet. Looking up, Jane was now on her hands and knees, making out with Raquel and they were not locked in a tongue exchange and Peter was now on his back eating Jane out as he had his hands around Jane’s hips pulling her down as Jane rubbed her pussy on Peter’s face. The timing was perfect, and the moans got louder and louder and I witnessed Jane and Raquel has a loud orgasm together at the same time. Boy did I feel good and I hadn’t even cum yet! Peter stood up with a smile on his face, hi-fived each other!

I so want to taste you Raquel, I said looking at her and she smiled at me. I looked at Jane and “Go for it!” was her reply. So I slid down, kissing her body and her belly button on my way and slowly parted her legs as I got down to between her legs. She was all shaved, just like Jane, and had a cute pussy with a prominent clit, which I am sure my now was all engorged. I slid my fingers between her lips, as I went to the top, drew circles around her clit, as I travelled down, through the wetness of her hole sliding down to the edge of her pussy, made circles around her ass, but being mindful of not entering it. By the sound of it, it seemed like she enjoyed it. I drew closer and started playing with the insides of her thigh and groin with my tongue, my mouth and my teeth trying to get a sense of what she liked. Tongue and mouth it was, so I continued to do more of it. As I looked up, I saw that Jane was sitting on Raquel’s face, rubbing her pussy over the ever-accepting mouth of Raquel. Next to Jane stood Peter, with his hard dick that Jane was playing with. As I was playing with Raquel’s clit, I had my eyes on Jane, I love watching her suck a guy and this one was no different. In the past, she has mentioned to me that she loves to suck a cock, and pleasing a man and especially giving him a good orgasm. She also likes cum, which not all women do, and I have never seen her spill a drop. She loves to get every single drop out and more and she is so good at it. Watching her please a man right in front of me, and at this time, Peter, is such a turn on. I finally stopped teasing Raquel and went in. I grabbed her by her thighs, and moved her legs over my shoulder. She was so wet and I couldn’t help myself as I stuck out my tongue and slid it up and down her slit. As I moved up, I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue occasionally flicking it, as I went down, would fuck her pussy with my tongue and lap up all her cum and juices from her previous orgasms. I did this many times over as Jane continued to deep throat Peter and suck him hard and as she continued to rub her pussy on Raquel’s mouth. Raquel’s muffled moans got louder, and I could tell Jane was closer to cumming, and I could see Peter grabbing her by the head and once again face fucking her. This was mu cue to get more aggressive. I buried my face over Raquel’s clit and ate her as hard as I could, but at the same time as gently as I could. Sure enough the two women came very hard and Peter and I had the pleasure of watching their quivering bodies right in front of us. We decided to sit back and have a breather.

Peter and I got off the bed and were grabbing a drink and talking about Toronto, trying to get an idea of what the city was like. We were both hard and on occasions our dicks would touch, but we really didn’t care. It’s nice to find a couple who are just go with the flow kind, who have nothing to prove or have insecurities, but just like to have a good time. “You have a nice cock Dan” Said Peter as he grabbed it and gave it a few playful strokes. “Thanks’ Peter, Looking at you, I’m sure Jane will enjoy you inside her, I see she has already enjoyed sucking you”, “OH Yhea” said Peter, “She sucks good” “Just like Raquel does,” I replied. “I like it when we play with couples who enjoy foreplay as much as we do, especially eating and sucking” I said, Peter nodded his head in agreement, “and speaking of eating, have a look over there, as he motioned to the bed”. I turned around and saw the sexiest sight I could see!!! Jane was sitting by the head of the bed, her legs spread, with Raquel on her hands and knees buried between Jane’s legs eating her out. Jane with her back arched, eyes shut and head towards the celling and Raquel’s sweet ass in the air. I sooooo wanted to eat Raquel again; moreover I just wanted to fuck Raquel as she was eating Jane out. “Oh, I got to go join in Peter, wanna come?” I asked. “I’m going to sit this one out, I want to watch Raquel in action” he replied. “Fair enough” I said. “How does Raquel feel about having her ass played with” “Oh she loves it!” replied peter with wide-eyed grin. “Do you think she’ll mind if I played with her ass with my tongue? I really want to ask her, but I really don’t want to interrupt what is going on” “I don’t think she will, she has let other guys play with her ass in the past, and to my knowledge has never said no, so I think you’re safe to go for it” “OK” I replied with a big smile and felt my dick get harder!!! Peter and I moved closer to the bed, as I stood right in line with Jane and Raquel, I could see Raquel’s slit and her ass looking straight at me with her wet pussy almost dripping out. Peter took a seat on a love seat next to the bed with a drink in his hand, stroking himself as he watched Jane. I stood there as long as I could as I watched Jane have another orgasm, and I couldn’t take it any more, I moved forward and slid my cock up and down Raquel’s wet slit slowly rubbing and moving it to the edge of her hole without entering… I did not want to fuck her yet. I then leaned forward on my knees, and looked at Peter again, he knew exactly what I was thinking as he gave me the thumbs up. I grabbed her gently by the hips, and once again started to move my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices. Only this time, I moved up and began rimming her. She let out a loud moan. I took that as a yes and began playing with her pussy and her ass this time, just the way I like to do it with Jane and soon enough had Raquel have another orgasm. I moved up to Raquel and we made out again, I spread Jane’s legs wider and we both started to eat Jane out together. When she realized what was going on, she was so excited, all I could hear out of Jane was “Oh my god, oh my god” again and again. Raquel and I went to town!!! We ate, licked, sucked, nibbled Jane’s pussy, and occasionally would lap up her cum and juices and make out with each other, tasting Jane in each other’s mouth. We just did very combination possible and had orgasm twice. After number two, we decided to stop and Jane was just laid there in bed trying to catch her breath. I saw peter get up and walk towards Jane, he looked at me, and I smiled, nodded and gave him a wink. Raquel and I got off, and I took Peter’s place in the love seat with my hard dick pointing to the ceiling. When Jane opened her eyes, she saw Peter standing there by the edge of the bed, she looked for me and saw me sitting nearby with a smile on my face, and she knew I was ready to watch her perform. She motioned Peter to come over, and he obliged by climbing in bed as Jane once again spread her legs and she straddled himself between her legs. They started exploring each other, caressing each other, making other with each other, kissing, and fondling each other like new lovers exploring one another rather than your porn movie wham bam for an hour. I love watching that. By the corner of my eye, I saw Raquel standing next to me as she rubbed my shoulder. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit with me, she grabbed my cock, and sat in a way that she was on my lap, but she positioned her pussy right over my dick and slowly slid it in her as she sat on me. She didn’t fuck me or anything, and all this time, I was just inside her, feeling her warm wet pussy around my dick, as we hugged each other watching our lovers with each other playing right in front of us. We watched as Jane grabbed Peter’s thick cock and guided it inside her pussy and they began fucking and as their moan’s grew louder and louder, I saw peter’s thrusts get harder and stronger, and watched Jane spread her legs even more to give him full access to his hard thrusts and as she would try and push his hips deeper inside her with each thrust. I knew it was only a matter of time, and sure enough they both came together. It was so freakin’ hot, this is why I love watching Jane with someone else, as she looks incredibly gorgeous while she’s fucking. I love to watch it from a distance from time to time. After their orgasm subsided, peter laid on Jane for a bit as they gathered their breath. Raquel and I moved in. We started fucking right next to them and She once again climbed over me as I lay in bed next to Jane. They got up, and sat by the edge of the bed as they watched Raquel and I fuck. Jane’s view was from the back as she got to see Raquel ride me and watch my thick hard dick go in and out of her wet pussy with her cum and juices dripping down my shaft and balls. She rode me harder and harder till we both came hard and I filled her pussy with my load. Good thing for birth control!

We were just done by the end of it, and this was one of the best sex we’d had with another couple. But it was time to say good night. We hugged and kissed each other and exchanged numbers and emails to keep in touch. After they left, we were just too horny and got in bed to make love again. We could taste Peter and Raquel as we made out, and I could still feel Jane’s wet pussy, which was probably a combination of Jane and Peter’s cum. We went down on each other, and sure we tasted each other and our lovers’ who had just left and once again fucked till we came…. twice. Now we were done. We got ready for bed, washed up and cuddled after a memorable night of fucking…. Literally our brains out!

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Some thoughts on Will...

After watching the premiere on the TNT app a few weeks ago and the television premiere of the first two episodes last night I am very pleased to say that I love this imagining of the early life of William Shakespeare.

Shakespeare “purists” have been quick to express their disapproval. It’s not historically accurate (it’s not meant to be), the costumes are all wrong (also intentional… the show thrives on color), the plays are written out of order (even though much of the order of the plays are essentially guesses), the women - Alice in particular- is too modern (ignoring the traits she shares with many of the Bard’s most iconic women characters)… the sexuality of Marlowe and Shakespeare are being debated, questioned, confirmed all over the internet.

A couple comments really struck me… complaining that TNT acts as though they made Shakespeare edgy when he has been all along and someone proclaimed proudly that the writers clearly don’t get Shakespeare.

It is that exact attitude when it comes to Will that the creator is trying to wrestle away from the “intellectuals” that have staked their claim on his work for centuries.

“Shakesnerds” can be exhausting. I know, I’m one of them. I love Shakespeare and pat myself on the back that I understand his characters and plays and can read iambic pentameter without Cliffs notes. I studied the guy and his contemporaries in college and felt a sense of superiority that I knew all the details of his life that were out there to be known.

But only once did I ever reach anyone who wasn’t already a fan. Some friends and I in college put on a very bare bones production of The Taming of the Shrew and I played Katherina. After one of our whopping 5 performances someone approached me and said how the play reminded them of 10 Things I Hate About You and they loved that movie and they couldn’t wait to go get a copy of the play and see how much was pulled from this version. I ran to get them my copy and they thanked me profusely and started thumbing through it.

It was that singular moment that got me to change my mind about the way I thought about my man Will. His work wasn’t something to be hoarded by those who it already speaks to, it was meant to be shared as much as possible in any way it could… especially if that way could entice people to view his words in a new way.

Purists are wonderful. I adore the attention to detail and commitment to accuracy that Branagh has done with some of his movies. But he most definitely has played fast and loose with adapting some plays. His love of Shakespeare brought in a whole new audience and (mostly) pleased the Shakesnerds.

But so did 10 Things I Hate About You and Romeo + Juliet and West Side Story.

Shakespeare in Love was a massive success that envisions a young Shakespeare caught up in a passionate romance that inspired R&J (and Twelfth Night). The film proved that Elizabethan theater intrigue was something people would show up to see.

Will takes it one step further by putting Shakespeare’s life and ambition center stage. Of course romance is still in the air but it doesn’t drive the narrative.

The storytelling is fast and frantic and lets us behind the curtain to see how plays were put on. This could have been done with historically accurate words, timelines, and costumes but then it would really only be playing to the people that are already fans. Those of us that already “get it”

Instead, the groundlings are dressed in punk rock style with colorful hair and a tendency to break into mosh pits. The actors are full of themselves in one scene and incredibly vulnerable in the next. Marlowe is the god among the theater community and he easily the sneakiest and most sincere character of the bunch and his scenes with Will are some of the most intriguing.

The show sets the scenes in ways that appeal to a modern audience. Showcasing Will’s genius in the iambic pentameter rap battle and then following it up by presenting us with a bit of madness from him.

Richard Burbage is such a fuck boy but we’re already seeing that change in him without the need to wash away his behavior. Because the words that Will wrote for his theater were genius and they elevate the player. If you doubt that, watch the St. Crispins speech in Henry V or even check out RDJ monologuing in Two Girls and a Guy.

The point of this rather long post is this: No one owns Shakespeare (literally, his work is all in the public domain) and no one gets him better than anyone else. He wrote for the people. He wrote to please an audience and he wrote to tear their hearts out. We know so little about him but we feel like we do because we have his work that he left behind. Work that has continued to flourish and inspire. He makes people laugh, cry, swoon, rage. He practically invented the template for storytelling but he lived during a time that is very difficult for modern culture to understand. So Will on TNT is putting some modern culture into his world to show people how he and his work was regarded in a way that is familiar.

And I’m loving it!

BTS | Their s/o Is Physically Attacked By ARMYs

Anonymous said:

Can I request a BTS reaction to their S/O being physically attacked by ARMYs

When your relationship was outed it was taken 50/50 with the fans; some were okay with it and accepted the fact that Jin was dated especially if the relationship made him happy…others, not so much. So when you joined him at a fan meet, helping out the staff things were going well until a couple of ‘fans’ decided that they didn’t like the fact that you were even near Jin.

When you went over to take some of the fan gifts from him and move them over to his growing pile one of the fans reached around the table and grabbed your hair pulling you forward, he’d immediately intervene pulling the fan off of you and getting you out of there before turning to the fan.

“I would’ve hoped you’d be happy that I was happy, and I am so disappointed that one of my fans would go so far as to put their hands on someone I love.”

Originally posted by syubbie

For the most part your relationship with Yoongi had been accepted and any bashing about you had been few and far between. So when Yoongi had a day off and wanted to take out out to lunch, you both weren’t particularly worried about going out and being seen together. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading to the counter to pay for your lunch, leaving you alone by the door.

As soon as he left you alone, three girls approached you looking like they smelled something rotten. “So you’re Y/N….” one of them said, scowling at you. Not really sure if you should answer because of the look on her face, you stayed silent, which only caused them to become irritated. “Listen,” she said, pushing you back hard causing you to hit the wall behind you, “You’re not good enough for Yoongi and-.”

“Aren’t I the one who should decide who’s good enough for me,” Yoongi said coming up behind the girls, startling them, “I suggest you three leave.” The look on his face showing that he was trying to hold back what he really wanted to say to them. After they took off he would pull you into a hug asking if you were okay.

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Your relationship had been well received; at least that’s that you had thought. On social media or even at fanmeets there had been no bashing or mentions on how you “weren’t good enough” for him. However it seemed that some fans had been holding out on expressing their feeling on the topic of you and Hoseok dating.

“I don’t see what he possibly saw in someone like you,” a fan said to you when they saw you making your way through the crowd of a fanmeet. You tried not to let it bother you, the only thing that mattered to you was what Hoseok thought.

But what really caught you off guard was when you tried to walk away from the fan and they grabbed your wrist tightly, yanking you back harshly. “Hey! I was talking to you!”

“Hey!” an unmistakable voice said. You looked over, Hoseok running over breaking security protocol to get to you and pull you away from the fan. “There is absolutely no reason for any of that. You should be ashamed of the way your acting, it makes me sad to see a fan of BTS and mine act like this towards someone I love.”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy

Rap Monster/Namjoon:
You had tried to hide what happened from him, but he started to get suspicious that something had happened when you had showed up at the dorm like you said you were going to, but you were slightly upset and had scraps on your hands and arms.

“Oh, I tripped on the curb on my way over here…that’s all,” you lied, not wanting to cause trouble.

But the problem is we live in the age of technology. So you “tripping on the curb” was actually caught on camera by someone and posted on the internet. “I was right…Y/N was attacked by someone.”


He knew there might be some issues after he confirmed your relationship, but nothing like this. He was disappointed with his fans and at the next concert he made sure to make an announcement. “I would like to address a video that recently surfaced on the internet…someone physically attacked Y/N who as you know I recently confirmed we are dating. To the person who did that, I would’ve hoped that you accepted the fact that I’m happy. Attacking someone I love is like you attacked me and I hope you think about your actions and what you did.”

I know it’s hard to ignore that adorable face, but just ignore Jimin

Originally posted by jeongguk

The last thing he every expected was that you would be attacked by “fans”. He was happy when he was finally able to confirm your relationship so that you two weren’t having to hide so much when you tried to go on dates. 

“You wanna go find the seats while I go get the food?” Jimin questioned. You had decided that instead of your usual dinner date, you would go out for a movie instead.

“Sure,” you said, before you both went your separate ways. You were halfway down the hallway when some girls stopped right in front of you. “Oh, excuse me…”

“I don’t see what’s so special about you that would make Jimin want to choose you,” one of them said.

“Huh?” you questioned.

“You’re so plain it’s almost sad,” she said.

“Maybe this will help,” another said, before throwing her soda at you. The smell of cherry filling your nose.

“Y/N!” you heard Jimin yell before pulling you away, “I hope you aren’t fans of mine because real fans wouldn’t do that to someone I love.” His emotions getting the better of him. “Real fans would let me love who I want and be happy for me…”

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

You hated to see Tae upset, so the last thing that you wanted to do was tell him that you had been cornered by a couple of his fans after work and they had pushed you around a bit. You knew if he found out you were hiding that from him he would be upset about that too, so it was really a lose lose situation.

“Ouch,” you said when Tae came up behind you and back hugged you when he saw you in the dorm kitchen cooking.

“I didn’t hug you that hard, jagi…are you okay?” he questioned, quickly letting go of you.

“Oh yeah, I just lifted a box wrong at work and now my back is a bit sore,” you lied. That lie however didn’t last long when you bent down and your shirt rode up revealing a bruise from when you got knocked you the ground.

“Y/N…tell me what really happened,” he said. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to lie your way out of this one so you just told him the truth. He didn’t say anything to you after you told him what happened; he immediately went and did his weekly V Log and among everything else that he talked about he talked about how disappointed he was in those who called themselves his fans and pleaded for everyone not to bother you at your job.

Originally posted by cmtae

There’s no instruction manual on how fans are going to react when an idol announces the fact that they’re dating or confirms any rumors. The fans will either accept the fact that an idol is dating, they won’t, or it will be 50/50.

For you and Jungkook it was 50/50. He had done a lot to keep your dating life private until he announced that he was dating so the fans didn’t really know anything about you until after the announcement.

‘As long as he’s happy’

‘Did you see the pictures on Instagram from their date, they’re so cute together #Kookie&Y/N’

‘Are you all serious, he’s the golden maknae and she’s some Plain Jane, she’s got no business with him’

‘How can she even possibly think she’s good enough for him????’

Jungkook knew that after a while the social media bashing would settle down. What he wasn’t expecting was when you were at your job for you to be harassed and attacked.

“You work at a grocery store and you think you’re good enough for Kookie?” one of the girls now standing on the other side of the cash register said.

“That will be 34550.37 ($30.55 I used google, correct me if I’m wrong),” you said trying to ignore their comments and get them out of your line as soon as you could.

“I asked you how you thought you were good enough for Kookie!” she said reaching over and grabbing your arm, seemingly trying to pull you over the counter.

“HEY! LET Y/N GO!” You looked over to see Jungkook with an angry look on his face, causing the girl to let you go, “Just pay for your stuff and go.” The girl ran out without even taking any of her items with her and Jungkook walked over to you. “Are you okay?” 

“I’ll be fine…thanks Kookie.”

That one was a little long

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid



Originally posted by logansleeps

The morning after your first date with Harry, you’d gotten a frantic call from him. He’d actually woken you, and later when you checked your call log you saw he’d rang at 5 a.m.

“Hullo?” you muttered, barely able to function through the sleepiness.

“[Y/N], sorry, I know it’s early and I’m sorry to wake you.” He sounded nervous, worried really. But there was also a twist of anger in his words that helped you pull yourself awake.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up in your bed and holding the phone closer to your ear.

“It’s just—I’m just—fuck,” he stuttered. “I’m just so sorry.”

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    • remember that time rhea and lena went on a date? good, me too.
    • the previouslies also reminded me that lena was wearing open toed shoes in a laboratory. hmph.
    • lena, lena’s face, and lena’s dress: all beautiful
        • i mean. *cough*
        • i’m literally paused at 00:33 right now. this is going to be long.
    • ‘i’ve been taking care of you.’ ‘…but i did it for you, too. i mean what i said on the ground, you are a marvel. and i know that you are meant for bigger things, better things. this is a planet of wasted potential and you represent the best of your race. i’m going to make a society worthy of you.’ ‘you’re where you belong: beside me, presiding over this new world that we will create together.’
    • ‘supergirl tried to stop you. i should have stopped you.’
      • the thing i love about lena luthor is that her default position is the same as winn’s: by being her very best human self, she can be a hero too. 😘
      • ‘you lied to me and used me.’
    • photos of maggie with that shotgun have been all over the internet for weeks and yet seeing it on tv WAS STILL VERY EXCELLENT.
    • ‘is maggie safe?’
      • winn my smol son, your love for those girls fills my heart.
      • i’m so glad they have finally worked out a way to film kara carrying people because that was getting awkward.
      • it bears repeating.
    • ‘what you do need me for?’ asks mon-el.
      • ‘and who’s the lucky earthling that won the marry an alien invader sweepstakes?’
      • alex’s ridiculous grabby hands 😍
      • ‘i’m so glad that when things look their worst we both thought to run straight to a bar.’
        • UH?????
      • (look. there is some very serious fuckery going on in superhero comics these days. steve rogers is a goddamn nazi. so this whole teaming up with genocidal xenophobes thing is a little uncomfortable. and by a little uncomfortable i mean i really wish they had not done this.)
      • ‘and we can save our loved ones and this city.’ ‘you mean your daughter who you kidnapped and framed?’
        • YOU TELL HER, KARA.
      • ‘the love i feel for my daughter is real.’
        • UH???
        • brenda strong needs to get out of here because for half a second i actually believed lillian AND I DON’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE LILLIAN.
    • (also rhea was referred to as my lord, which was… very 1980s gender politics of them.)
    • CAT
    • ‘i’m cat grant, known on earth as queen of all media.’
    • ‘i have brokered peace between kanye and taylor swift.’
    • ‘we’ve all read the t-shirts.’
    • ‘well at least tell me you’re still a democrat.’
    • ‘it’s very french resistance.’
    • so… the deo. ‘well, you do a bang-up job,’ she says, eyeing the sky full of alien spaceships.
    • ‘i just hitched a ride with olivia… she was my RA at radcliffe, and i’m having this vague memory of walking into the dorm bathroom and seeing ET in a bathrobe and i thought it was the pot brownies but…’ ‘and darling i love you just the way you are, scales and all.’
      • and then madeleine albright called.
    • alex is in charge!
      • alas, she is in charge of making terrible choices. sorry, alex.
    • ‘the prince and his beautiful, brilliant bride-to-be…’
    • lena luthor: SO. FUCKING. DONE.
      • i’m really into what rhea did with her makeup though.
      • ‘we are not getting married, and we are *gags* certainly not giving you an heir.’
        • lol.
        • LENA’S FACE IS SO. SO!!!!!!
        • ‘i hope for the best but prepare for the worst.’
          • WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!?!
        • i need to just put this feeling in a box and set the box on fire and bury the ashes in a pit the size of the grand canyon because OH MY GOD.
      • ‘yes, you’ve made your feelings for me abundantly clear, lena’.
        • ‘you care about the little people.’
        • (how much fun do you think teri was actually having devouring all that scenery and threatening to murder sick children? on a scale of 1 to 10 i assume it was about a 15.)
    • ‘mon-el and lena are still up there… imagine if it was maggie.’
      • mhmm.
    • someone actually thanked kara for saving them.
      • and of course it was cat, because of course it was cat.
    • ‘it’s my boyfriend and my best friend.’ ‘…but all i can think about is the two people i love…’
      • mhmm.
    • cat: it’s human. kara: i’m not human. you know she thought it.
      • even when she’s being a little bit fetishistic about the spiritual enlightenment of ~foreigners~, i guess.
      • but honestly, GO SAVE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE, OTHERWISE WTF IS THE POINT OF LIVING? not the worst advice ever.
      • ‘i’ve really missed your advice, ms grant.’ ‘yeah, and i’ve really missed giving it.’
          • PLEASE COME BACK.
    • ‘that is still so…’
  • something something exposition
    • sidebar: i can’t believe they just randomly introduced the very real threat of being sent to the phantom zone and there was nothing from kara on that being a thing that she’d probably really like to not have happen.
    • ‘i’m the queen of distraction.’ 😍
      • and also the queen of loving winn, god bless.
    • robohank is an actual asshat, i’m glad they never forget that.
    • ‘i know you’re fast but just be faster.’
    • 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
    • ‘you know my real identity, but you never told lena. why is that?’ ‘eventually she’ll find out on her own. find out you’ve been lying all this time. and when she does she’ll hate you for it.’
    • but lord does lillian not know her daughter, the sweetest person on the whole entire planet apparently, at all.
      • i’ve been team lena needs to find out and be pissed all season but never really thought that was going to happen. then with the doubling down on BFFs 4 EVA that’s been going on the last few weeks i was starting to think there was a chance they would actually go there, but after this?!? hahahahahah, there’s no way. or rather, there is away, and sometimes these writers are total hacks, so there is is definitely a way. but man, there’s no way.
      • (ideally: she’s going to be so hurt, and it’s going to break my heart, but she’ll understand. because that’s my bb space princess. she understands.)*
    • ‘when this is over, we go back to being enemies.’ ‘i look forward to it.’
      • if people ask me why i actually love this show, this moment will be what i show them. i’ve watched it like seven times now and i’m still laughing.
      • honestly, it looks like something from project runway’s wearable art week. fabulous.
    • ‘yeah, i’m good.’
      • 😘
    • ngl, i’m sad they didn’t manage to get through the ceremony. not that it means anything, BUT I WANTED THEM TO BE MARRIED.
    • two days ago, @poppyssupergirl​ asked what kind of candle cat would have around, and I WAS 100% VINDICATED BY THIS EPISODE.
    • ‘i’m going to have to burn sage for like a century’
      • cat, let me get you the number of a journalist in riverdale who engages in casual occultism.
      • also, how does cat know what a west hollywood gym smells like?
    • ‘where is james olsen? this is the biggest story in the history of the world.’
    • ‘james is hiding like a coward.’ ‘and kiera? where is she?’ ‘she’s also a coward.’
      • because on no planet anywhere does cat not know, i like to believe that sometimes she just… forgets. that little face at the end is her brain reminding her because, oh yeah, kara is not also a coward. does not compute.
  • ‘i’ve got a very trusted agent on my 6′
    • (teri hatcher is so fucking pretty holy heck.)
    • acting regent? that’s… different.
    • ngl, i definitely screamed DAMMIT CAT, THEY DIDN’T EVEN GET TO THE KISS. because i enjoy some terrible things.
      • ‘they promise to make our world great again.’
        • lololol.
      • ‘not going anywhere.’
    • ‘it’s a shame your politics are so intractable. you’re very useful.’ ‘my politics? i thought it was my alien genetics that were the problem.’ ‘just take the compliment.’
    • ‘do your thing R2.’
    • ‘that’s my girl.’
    • ‘as your prince, i order you to lay down your weapons and let us go…yeah, i didn’t think that was going to work either.’
        • her stompy little wander off 😘
    • ‘break that.’ ‘this?’ [EYE ROLL] ‘yeah.’
      • 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
    • ‘i can see why kara loves you.’ ‘likewise.’
      • 1. ‘i can see why kara loves you also.’ and thus, lena knows mon-el is mike.
      • 2. ‘i can also see why kara loves me.’ and thus, lena doesn’t know mon-el is mike, but she does know that kara loves her.
        • because lena knowing kara loves her? be still my heart.
        • but lena knowing mon-el is mike? means she probably knows kara is supergirl.
          • or she’s a fucking moron, which i wouldn’t put it past this show to try to tell me.
        • they’re going to try to tell me she’s a fucking moron. 😒
    • ‘you came?’
      • ‘humans only, dear.’
        • aaaaand that lasted all of three seconds.
        • lillian, please.
      • ‘i thought you’d finally see my side.’
        • i honestly just… WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?!?! stop trying to make your villains three-dimensional, show, you’re not very good at it and it hurts my brain.
    • ‘where’d they go?’ ‘lillian left us to die.’
      • yeesh, that’s a bit stark.
      • winn and kara’s little plan is cute. let’s pretend kara got of the ship and actually cared about herself enough to want to live.
    • they made cat run 😂
    • ‘okay well it was nice knowing you.’
      • ‘that’s my idea.’ ‘it’s a good idea.’
      • she really does love winn ❤️
    • ‘thanks, james.’ ‘i’m- guardian.’ ‘oh, honey. i can see your eyes right through the slit.’
      • DO YOU?
      • DO YOU????????
  • mon-el appears. lena: WHERE’S SUPERGIRL?
    • rhea: ‘when my own husband opposed me i killed him. do you really think you can tug at my heartstrings.’
    • the lazer: BLASTED OUT OF THE SKY
    • superman: IS HERE.
  • THE END.
    • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ll admit I’m not on Tumblr a lot. I don’t have many followers. I’m really not that big of a deal. However I just wanted to throw in a reminder that opposing views are what make us unique as a society. You can vehemently disagree with someone but you can still be classy about it.

I wonder what kind of world we’d have if people used common respect, especially on the internet. Some of the disgusting displays of commentary between different people from “different ships,” “different shows,” etc. has been shocking recently.

It’s disappointing to see people treat each other with such disregard over fictional people, stories etc.

Take some time to think before you post. You don’t know who’s behind the screen. You don’t know other people’s journeys. There are kids out there. Vulnerable adults. Shy people. Hiding people. Scared people. People with mental health issues.

You can love something and not hate someone for loving something else. You can have different opinions and still be friends.

Eh. I guess this is a silly post. But damn folks. Be good to each other. Life is too short for anything else.

Online Harassment aka Even Negative Attention is Attention

This is only one of the things that I’ve had to read during the last few days. You can believe me when I tell you that writing all of this wasn’t easy for me. I’ve read and rewritten this post so many times I’ve lost count. A part of me even wanted to just ignore everything, hoping it’ll pass like I did as a teenager. But I’ve realized that this isn’t just about me, this issue concerns all of us.

I know that a lot of people in this fandom are very young, I know that a good percentage is extremely shy. I know from my work as an educator most of my students have been subjected to online harassment before. I know that too many suffer silently until they break. There is something about the supposed “anonymity“ the internet gives us that makes some people completely disregard all social morale.

For a lot of us -me included- tumblr may very well be one of the only places we can share our interests with others. We don’t need for this safe space to be ruined by unnecessary bullying or even witch hunts.

! I’m putting a warning here because the things that I am about to show are potentially triggering (mentions of Nⓐzism, disability and suicide) and they used a lot of cuss words.

I know this is a heavy read but please take the time to look at it if you can.

The gravity and extremity of what I’ve seen is what pushed me to make this post, so I’m not going to censor it. Remarks like these left me mortified at the disrespect some people are willing to show:

I am not going to show the names of the people involved because I want for this to be an educational post more than anything. So I encourage that even if figure out who these people are: don’t go after them. Firstly because I don’t condone witch hunting, but also to not give them the “validation” they are trying to achieve with all this.

I’d also like to point out that I got all the screenshots from a public server they openly advertised, so I simply took them up on the offer and joined to get to the bottom of this. You’d expect someone who goes out of their way to point out that personal attacks and harassment are strictly prohibited to follow their own rules, but apparently that’s harder then it seems.

I was the target of their hatred this time, but since these people are to detached from reality it could have been anyone.

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The Project

1. The history: I’ve attended a lot of funerals over the past few years. Not because I’m particularly fond of them, but because, as you might have guessed - a fair number of people I care about have died recently. 

I noticed something, which might have to do with confirmation bias (the more you’re aware of something, the more you look for it): people seem to reserve their most loving words for someone until after death. As if that’s the safe time to say everything they’ve been holding back. 

We also have the internet to contend with now (all my 80s and 90s kids raise your hands). The disconnect is real. Facebook memorials, twitter hashtags (#RIP), and blog posts that I, myself, am guilty of. While there’s nothing wrong with this, I wonder what we’re not saying to people while we have them.

2. The question: Who is important to you now, and what would you say to or about them, barring all consequences? 

That’s it. Not an easy question, and never an easy answer. But I hope you’ll consider answering it. Or contacting me so we can have a discussion about your thoughts and your answer. 

Ever and always, with hope.

Thank you.

ETA: All information about how to participate can be found in this post.

anonymous asked:

Jojo is back at it on IG. She just won't stop. Apparently she is the #1 defender of L's heterosexuality. She says he's an "amazing father" who sees Frosty whenever he can. And while she keeps rolling the bus over Breep about setting up pap pics, she insists she's NEVER been called in to pap Louis. At this point, it does feel like she's been sanctioned to do this, probably by someone on L's team. Key messages: L's a devoted dad who loves his GF. All pap pics of him are organic. Breep's are not.

ah yes, i too have nothing better to do than defending louis’ fatherhood and heterosexuality on a monday morning at 4am to a bunch of randoms on the internet.. she’s such a mess

Love when there are “how to tell if someone is lying/manipulating you” posts on my dash and 90% of them are things I do as an autistic person

Stuff like not making eye contact, wringing my hands, having a closed-off posture, having to control the tone of my voice, preferring to talk over the Internet… The whole damn list is just a huge presumption that if you don’t act “normal” then you’re lying

Like… Buddy. My whole childhood I got in trouble for things I didn’t do because I couldn’t make eye contact and I laughed at inappropriate times because that’s how my body decided to deal with fear. It wasn’t the greatest tbh

Although can we have a thing where a ~great detective~ accuses someone of being a murderer based on body language during an interrogation and then they’re like “I’m autistic, you fuck. This is just what I do! …Nice work being ableist and letting the real killer get away btw”

So I popped over into the Markiplier tag, because I binge watch Markiplier when my ptsd/anxiety/epilepsy act up, and I’m seeing a lot of “for the love of fuck stop shitting on us for making alter egos” posts. I have two cents’ (adjusted for inflation) worth of an opinion about that.

You are the reason fandoms exist and persist. Fandoms are, in their purest state, creative endeavors in and of themselves. No matter what or who is being fanned over, there will always be someone writing or arting or making headcanons or otherwise transforming the source media. Without an active fanbase, fandoms wither and die.

Phrases like “you’re cancer” are straight out of 4ch*n. That place is a human disaster zone–the worst of what the internet has to offer. The ideas and beliefs that became the dogma for g*merg*t*rs and the alt-r*ght started over there. These people that are bullying you? They’re either from there or from the murky depths of men’s r*ghts reddit. The words they spew are absolute abusive bullshit and not worth listening to.

You aren’t a disease. You are the fan base. You make this community possible, no matter what idiots jealous of your youth and enthusiasm say. I know it can be hard to remember that when faced with toxic elements of fandom, but please, don’t forget how important each and every one of you is to this community.

Additionally, you are always welcome in my inbox! I love learning about new facets of fandom, and the alter ego ideas sound really cool! So feel free to come talk to me if you need a friendly ear or just want to babble about Markiplier fannish things. If you’re shy, I always have anon turned on.

You’re awesome. Don’t let assholes ruin your fan experience. <3

In 2017, I hope you

-have clear skin

-never have to return something you were really excited about 

-pet so many dogs 

-find something you really love that’s super cheap 

-buy a new favorite shirt 

-listen to a lot of good music 

-find really cool and useful coupons 

-make new (internet) friends

-achieve your goals

-meet someone you really like

-watch some really awesome shows

-are happy

-learn a lot of awesome things

-discover a new hobby 

-receive cool gift cards 

-find your new favorite products