i used to be super guarded when it came to being a fander, solely because of the often negative connotation surrounding fandoms. but the moment i started to open up about it, i realized that there are only a few types of people you’ll come across when the topic is brought up. and believe it or not, not one of them is world-shattering.
there are the people who don’t know anything. like at all. my grandma asked me about thomas a while ago because she knew i met him. she didn’t know what a youtuber was, she didn’t know what a fandom was, she didn’t understand how people can make a living making videos. but the mere fact that she actually asked, and wanted to know about this passion of mine made me so happy and i had no problem explaining it all to her. i think there’s a benefit to encountering one of these people, and that’s the fact that you can present everything the way you want to. they have no preconceived ideas or biases. so i was able to talk about writing fanfiction without the “YOU WRITE SMUT” question, and so on, because that isn’t something that she’s been conditioned to think. because she just doesn’t know anything about any of this. (she does now!! i’m happy to say i’m 90% sure i explained everything in a way she understood.)
then there are those who do have preconceived ideas or biases. usually where the “YOU WRITE SMUT” question comes in. when i told a friend of mine that thomas sanders told me he appreciated me, he said “he’s a youtuber, he has to say that. he only appreciates you because you make him money.” (i love him and i know he wasn’t trying to be mean. he even said it with a laugh, like he was just teasing. he’s a good pal, dont worry.) i do make him money, that’s true. but i know that this community is different, and he is different, and so i dropped it because he didn’t get it, and wasn’t completely willing to sit and chat about “that vine guy” for an hour. the same friend saw me writing on my phone and asked what it is and i said fanfiction. and i was immediately accused of writing smut, even though it was completely sfw. again, i dropped it, we never talked about it again, and it was fine. he didn’t get it, and that’s okay, because there are gonna be people who don’t get it. but he wasn’t mean, because it’s not a big deal.
then there are the people who are in the fandom too! and you never really realized it until you started to become more open, but the boy down the street from you? he’s a clique member! the person in your science class who doesn’t really talk much? a fander! you thought those doodles looked an awful lot like jake peralta and amy santiago? you were right! and then you’ve found your people, and you get to bond and geek out and have the best conversations like OMG did you see phil lester’s new video i LOVE HIM
and… that’s about it. for me at least, i’ve only ever encountered variations of these three people. and literally
nobody gives a shit.
even if they’re an asshole about it, like,
they’re probably fans of something! everybody’s a fan of something! so we’re all on the same page, and it really doesn’t matter!!!
embrace it. make your lockscreen some cool clique art, or set your ringtone as the glee theme song, or tell all your friends to subscribe to dodie clark on youtube. get rid of every item of clothing you own and replace it with harry potter merch. attend every ed sheeran concert possible. put up pictures of the sanders sides all around your room.
when people ask what you’re writing, TELL THE TRUTH. TELL THEM YOU’RE WRITING FANFICTION. TELL THEM THE PLOT IF THEY WANT TO KNOW. TELL THEM YOU’RE EXCITED FOR THIS ONE OR THAT IT’S THE FIC YOU’RE WRITING BECAUSE YOU HIT 200 FOLLOWERS ON YOUR BLOG. TELL THEM THAT YOU SHIP PRINXIETY OR TRONNOR OR LARRY OR PHAN, AND THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE DRAWING, AND THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE EDITING, AND THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE READING, BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM SO MUCH.
be LOUD and PROUD and SHARE YOUR PASSIONS WITH THE WORLD.
me, trying to sleep: in james madison’s character description for the mulligan/madison casting call, lin-manuel miranda refers to him as “a former hamilton ally.” yet, in the musical, the only time that alexander hamilton and james madison’s friendship was mentioned was in a single line during non-stop, despite the fact that alexander hamilton and james madison were close friends from late 1782 to late 1792, when james madison ended their friendship for good. why did lin-manuel neglect to mention any of this in the musical? why did he cut madison’s verse in washington on your side that would have given us more of an insight about madison’s point of view of their fallout?
Barry had meant to wake up early. He had meant to make a big breakfast, or rather go get a big breakfast (since they were currently staying in a hotel), but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. The clock on the nightstand next to the bed read just a little after 10. He was a little hungry, but he couldn’t take his off of his wife.
He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Iris was his wife. He couldn’t believe it. He had been through so much trauma, so much heart break. But he didn’t feel any of that, not at this moment. Looking at his wife, Iris West-Allen, he felt utterly and whole-heartedly complete.
“Hey there you,” Iris said, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Good morning,” he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. “How’d you sleep?”
“Great, how about you?” Iris asked, kissing him again.
“Good,” Barry gave her a cheeky smile. “Last night was amazing.”
Iris couldn’t help but smile, “I agree.”
It was their first night together as a married couple. And while the lovemaking was, for lack of a better word, mind blowing. It was the tender moments afterwards that she kept replaying over and over again in her mind.
The soft “I love yous”, the gentle kisses, the laughs, the smiles, the stares, the touching, God the touching. How Barry’s hands never left her body, how his hands travelled up and down her arm, and onto her shoulder, and down her back. The way she couldn’t catch her breath through all the overwhelming feelings her husband were eliciting from her.
Her husband. Barry Allen was her husband.
She wanted to squeal at the thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Barry asked her softly, looking at her adoringly.
Iris looked up at him, she couldn’t hide her giddiness.
“We’re married,” she all but whispered.
Barry laughed, and Iris melted at the sound.
“Yes we are.”
“You’re my husband,” Iris smiled, tracing the outline of his face with her fingertips.
“And you’re my wife,” Barry was starstruck.
A few seconds passed between them. Each of them lost in the thought of each other. Finally, Barry broke the silence.
“What do you want to do today, Mrs. West-Allen?”
Iris didn’t get a chance to answer, though, due to the sound of Barry’s stomach growling.
She laughed, “Well first, let’s get some food in you. Then, I wouldn’t object to laying in bed all day.”
“Whatever you wish,” Barry said, closing the small space between them and pressing another kiss to her lips.