Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute, go grab a pen
I’ll tell you how I became the queen of a place called Terrasen
In Orynth Palace born and raised
With my cousin is how I spent most of my days
Chillin out, maxin relaxin so rad,
And all burnin down libraries which the scholars mad
Then this king comes around and he fills us with dread,
Started killing parents, makes the sovereign dead,
I got away from the place and Arrobyn finds me
He said “Your name’s now Sardothien, I’ll kill you if you flee.”
I begged and pleaded with him, day after day,
But he made me break my fingers on a big door frame.
He killed my boyfriend and then he sent me to jail,
“My name is Celaena Sardothien and I won’t be afraid”
In the glass Castle, yo, this is beastly,
Killin other dudes so I can be free
Fell in love with Chaol but he killed my friend
Then, me to Wendlyn, the king sent
I met my mate, Rowan, and when he came near,
I felt nothing because my will to live had disappeared
We got better, back to Adarlan, cousin “sup”
I freed Dorian, together, we fucked the king’s shit up
Loads of other shit happened, I got locked in a box
But I got out, (right, Sarah?) now, back to my hawk
I looked at my throne, I was back again
To sit on my throne as the queen of Terrasen
One head complete! Trico’s got horns now! :D (the second’s almost done and I’ve started transferring the third’s pattern onto the fabric). Gonna have to buy more grey before I make more of these guys, didn’t realize they’d be this big!
Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.
A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.
It’s not real.
Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally, unless I let it.
Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:
Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.
It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:
Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:
Be purged of unpleasant emotions
To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences
To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible
To explore taboo subjects without guilt
Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.
While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.
If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.
Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.