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Irresistible

Anyway I got to the car and my dad was there and he was like “how ya feeling son” in the dadliest way possible and I was like “MAN I AM PUMPED LETS GET SOME JUICE I’M STARVED” so we drove about 3 blocks to a jamba juice, whereupon I say “I’m good I can do this” and run/drunkstumble 30 feet to the door. I burst in the door like a viking returning from some fucking battle and holler “WHATS UP FUCKS” to everyone in the store, which was thankfully just the 2 people behind the counter, who looked probably as scared/confused as a jamba juice employee could look.

So anyway, as my dad explained the situation I looked up at the jamba juice menu and was utterly fucking lost in it. Like I swear I was looking at this menu board for a year, deciphering this Rosetta stone of fruits. I distinctly remember that I was looking at each item in a smoothie, thinking of how it tasted, then moving on to the next thing and thinking of how that tasted, and how they would taste together. Since most smoothies had 3 or 4 items, this took some thinking. So my dad sees me in this extreme brain blast state of mind and says “hey are you going to order or what”. Keep in mind I’m on the first fucking smoothie on the list here. So I just say “shush man I’m trying to do fruit science”, and then when I realized that this process could take literal years, I just said “yeah give me a smooth regular” which for the uninitiated, isn’t actually a real thing on any menu. Oh, also I asked them if the “boosted” smoothies would give me super powers and then pointed my fingers at them and made “lightning noises”.

So my dad just orders me the first thing on the menu and I go to sit down and stare out the window or some shit and my thoroughly amused dad just looks at me and says “how ya feelin?”. Now at this time I was feeling a lot of things, but most noticeable to me was the gauze in my mouth, so I just look at him and say “there’s these fuckin… tiny sheep in my head” which at the time was the best way I had to convey this feeling. Anyway about that time, the jamba juice guy brings us our drinks and he gives me a small thing of mario kart stickers and I swear I almost cried from the tsunami of emotion that gift made me feel (I still have them).

AND SHE ANSWERS THE QUESTION SERIOUSLY, TREATING THE GIRL LIKE A PROFESSIONAL INTERVIEWER 

Really nice recipes. Every hour.

My blog is 80% Supernatural and my url is a reference to the show…?

I’m going to reply with two caveats.

1. I know from experience that this is the kind of question you would never ask one of my male peers. Well-meaning though your intentions may be, you aren’t owed an explanation.

2. Skill has nothing to do with what kind of art a person makes. Fanart isn’t something your graduate from or grow out of.

That being said, I think fanart is appealing for a few reasons. To me, it feels like a form of pin-up art. These characters represent a fantasy and a dreamworld. They’re idealized. They’re pretty. They’re a luxury and an escape. They’re fake. I find all of that very interesting. Artifice, glamour, nostalgia—the camera as the ultimate judge of beauty—those are ideas I like to explore.

Fanart is also how I reclaim my right to storytelling. Television, movies, comics, media. I’m an asexual girl, and nothing in pop culture is really made for me. I don’t have a mythology. I don’t have stories I can turn to that are about me or teach me how to live. I don’t have heroes. I’m not universal or default. I’m not the common man. So I take these stories and characters that aren’t meant for me, and I make them mine. I steal them. I reclaim them. I draw them in a way that becomes my story.

And finally, and probably most importantly, I like fanart because it’s comforting. I like being in a community with people who enjoy the same things as me. I like making things that I know other people will understand.

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