Okay, why do we not have fandom historians who record the various events, ship wars, and discourses? Like:
“And to this day, the red-or-blue discourse of the Artemis Fowl fandom is still spoken of in hushed tag-whispers, but never directly invoked.”
“ ‘JALEC!’ cried Jace/Alec shippers. ‘MALEC!’ yelled Magnus/Alec shippers, which were considerably larger in number. ‘CLALEC!’ called the Clary/Alec shippers, and they were met with expressions of confusion, horror, and ‘wtf?’ and vanished into the shadows of the TMI fandom, hiding…biding their time…”
“Even now, the Wander over Yonder fandom waits patiently and impatiently, declaring their existence to Tumblr every time the tags trend with eager cries of ‘Is it back? IS IT BACK??!’”
“While the Kierark-Marktina ship war was going on, unbeknownst to the majority of the TDA fandom, a new ship had been born, thrice as strong as either: Kierarktina.”
“And while half of the Check, Please! fandom wept in joy from the tooth-rotting fluff in the new update (God bless Ngozi), the other half was more preoccupied with something else: ‘Guys! GUUUYYSSS! FRY GUY’S BACK!’”
“Every once in a while, The Song of Achilles fandom will hear the mournful sobs of those who oh-so-bravely ventured into the book thinking they would survive, and converge as one in consolation and shared grief - ‘We thought it would be okay, too.’”
“And as the years passed, Rick Riordan’s books became progressively more queer and diverse, and the fandoms (from Percy Jackson to Magnus Chase) clutched them to their chests and bawled as a collective whole. The words they sobbed out were mostly incoherent - all but the sentence ‘Gods bless you, Uncle Rick.’”
And the ending: “Though all fandoms are alike and different in various aspects, there is a joint warcry that all know:
Look make whatever metaphorical shipping posts you want, but I feel obligated to point out: flowers are planted in darkness and grow towards daylight. And ~someone~ who has light-related powers and whose name means “light” is now the heir of the Day court. So idk. 👀
The Titanic wreckage is disappearing. Sunk in 1912, the ship has survived for over 100 years, but it’s gradually being corroded by a unique type of bacteria that’s eating away at its hull. Scientists estimate the great ship might only have 12 years left before the tiny organisms have consumed it entirely and it’s gone forever. source
*violently explodes a door while screaming* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR THE SORIEL DAY FOR THE UNDERTALE SHIPPING MONTH PRIDE BUT I FAILED AT FINISHING IT IN TIME. I’M 3 DAYS LATE FUUUUU
I actually don’t ship Soriel very much… the simple reason is that the Dreemurr are such a perfect family, and seeing Asgore alone and Toriel with Sans… it’s too sad, you know ;w; (I don’t hate it tho. I love seeing them as friends, and they’re shipable in some AUs, like Altertale. They’re so pure aaaa)
I wanted to show the relation between Sans and Toriel in weeabootale, and I thought it was the perfect occasion ;w; (even if I failed at that occasion lol)
None of you will understand the hokuto no ken reference so I’ll explain.
In the 90s, Animes started coming in France. But every animes were supposed to be for kids, even violents manimes. So the dubbers always tried their best to reduce the drama by acting like idiots.
But since some french dubbers didn’t like animes, they absolutly ruined some animes. For Hokuto no ken, they hated that anime. They wanted to stop dubbing it but the tv channel wanted to keep this show. So they made a deal: they keep dubbing the anime, but they can say anything they want as long as it’s not vulgar.
Hokuto no ken became a legend in France because of this.
Every dialogues were so hilarious. It was like a huge middle finger to the original anime. Every bodybuilded evil characters had a stupid high pitched voice, every dialogues had horrible puns. For example “Hokuto” sounds like “haut couteau” which means “high knife”. So every attacks were like “ATTACK OF THE HIGH KITCHEN KNIFE!!!!”. None of the dialogues were serious, so much that we couldn’t understand the story.
There are a lot of Best of of these dubs. I watched them all and I couldn’t stop laughing. I still watch them very often actually x’D it’s just so epic that I needed to add this in this troll AU :)
Btw all the dialogues that Toriel and Sans are saying here are ACTUAL QUOTES from the french version of Hokuto no ken. I just translated them word by word.
Ah yes. I love making cruel endings. My humor is so nice and stuff.
So yeah. In this AU, Sans and Toriel both like manimes. Especially Hokuto no ken. They’re very good friends. :^))))
Eventually Sans tries to flirt with Toriel sometimes.
Hey pssst… si vous comprenez le francais, je vous conseille fortement de regarder les best of de ken le survivant… c'est de l'or…x’D
Imagine Loki is a lighthouse keeper on a small, uninhabited island. One day, he spots a small boat approaching the shore and sees two bodies within it. He runs to the shoreline, and discovers you and your brother inside. You have both survived a terrible ship accident, yet your brother has died in the many days that you have been at sea. He finds that you are unconscious and the lighthouse keeper hastily brings the boat ashore. He carries you to his cottage to save you, and later offers his sympathy after he discloses what has happened to your brother.
It’s the first con I see on tumblr (and like ever). I didn’t get why “cockles” existed. I was like, yes it’s just friends being fun and playing on innuendos and all, nothing that should justify so much hype, right?
Lucretia becomes the storyteller for lost worlds. She observes, and she writes, and as the year’s end approaches she makes sure that her journals are stowed safe on the ship so they’ll survive the Hunger even if she doesn’t.
(She misjudged once, early on, caught too far from the ship when the sky went dark. It was the first time she died, but far more than her body she mourned the thirty-seven pages that she lost. She re-wrote everything she could remember, but there were gaps; plants she couldn’t draw, songs she couldn’t remember.)
Lucretia becomes the storyteller for lost worlds the way that she had once been the storyteller for great lives. She’d never wanted to be a great life herself. She drew her satisfaction from her work, and she was content telling other people’s stories.
Until, finally, they come to the last world. Her pens scrape across the page, splattering her with ink as she records the decision someone else made, the decision that she’s certain is wrong.
And then she lays down her quills, and takes up her staff, and walks into the story.