You have no idea how fun it is to whip something up just for kicks and giggles, slam it in my blog, and come back from church to 45 notes. Most of them are from total strangers; less than half of them from followers or mutuals. I don’t even know you, and you don’t know me, but you’re here.
I can hardly get 4 notes on original posts otherwise. I can’t fit 45 people in my room at once. And yet all of you guys flood out in one hour to show your support for my silly doodle. Hot dang.
My headcanon post for Dr. Julien is the second most popular post on my blog, pushing 190 notes. You guys did that. You rock.
The Ninjago fandom on tumblr is so small, and yet we rush to support content creators and fellow fans. I see the same fanart on almost every Ninjago blog - and sure, it gets tedious, but mostly it’s evidence that ALL OF US WANT TO SUPPORT ALL FAN CREATORS EQUALLY ALL OF THE TIME.
I know there is discourse and negativity out in our fandom somewhere - I’ve avoided it, mostly - but from what I’ve seen, the Ninjago Community is a small, warm, supportive, goofy, fun-loving presence in this site, and I adore that.
Ninja never quit, and neither do we. KEEP BEING AWESOME!!
Awww! Basically growing up in the middle of nowhere, Jay didn’t have neighbors and was homeschooled, so he’s always wanted to be part of a larger community and do neighborly things and make a lot of friends and improve his town. Headcannon I just made up right now accepted!
The Internationale ft. Marx, Engels, Mao & Red Guard, Lenin, Stalin, Rosa Luxemburg, Huey Newton & Angela Davis, the LGBTQI / Pride flagbearers, Thomas Sankara, and 3 trans comrades (Gender Maoists) (and there’s a barely visible STONE WALL behind them STONEWALL get it STONEWALL GETIT)
When Jeff took the job with the Aces, he knew nothing about hockey beyond what he read on their Wikipedia page ten minutes before the interview.
It had been a stroke of good luck that he happened to know a friend of a friend that got somehow got his portfolio on the desk of someone important with the hockey team. The next thing he knew getting offered a job with the PR team that paid three times more than what what the newspaper could offer him.
So, Jeff moved out to Las Vegas with barely any time to pack up his belongings, and the next day, he was finishing up the last of the paper work. After the morning of grueling meetings, Jeff went to go see the team on the ice. He wanted to practice getting a few shots to get an idea of how he was going to photograph them during games.
He did know how to get a good photo while the athletes were in motion, but he’d never done hockey before.
Jeff watched for a bit from the stands. The plays they were practicing were beyond his understanding, but it was fascinating to watch them skate with an unexpected grace as they chased after the puck. He got a couple of shots in and decided that they weren’t bad.
At the end of practice, Jeff started to pack up his camera when he realized that one of the guys had come up to him. The guy was still in his gear, though the helmet was tucked under an arm. His wild, blond hair was damp from sweat and pushed back carelessly. Jeff immediately recognized him as the captain, Parson.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Parson said thoughtfully as he assessed Jeff.
“I’m new,” he explained after he’d introduced himself.
“I know.“ Parson’s tone was innocent, but the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. “I would have noticed you.”
Jeff, for a brief moment, thought he’d misheard, but Parson smirked, and that was when Jeff knew he was in trouble.