Jun 27
Planning on cheer myself up by rewatching half man and sasrh for extra joy and fic inspiration
(I should have fun, lighthearted tv shows to watch when Iâm feeling blue but I donât)
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Planning on cheer myself up by rewatching half man and sasrh for extra joy and fic inspiration
(I should have fun, lighthearted tv shows to watch when Iâm feeling blue but I donât)
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On one level I'm always aware that any Tumblr blog, no matter how Authoritative its name sounds, is just a guy (non-gendered). But the case study of a fandom's most infamous shit-stirrer making anonymously making a side-blog titled '[Fandom]polls' and immediately filling it with the most bad faith, tensely-worded polls on the fandom's most contentious discourse topics is actually Hilarious and a great reminder of this fact.
The fact that Ruben chose to murder Niall by asphyxiating him, which is close and intimate and slow, and that he chose to asphyxiate him looking into his eyes. It was as close and intimate as the time he held Niall so he would have sex with Mona, guiding his breath, looking into his eyes. From the little death to the true death âtogether.
I WILL NEVER BE OKAY AFTER THIS
To all the people who canât be bothered to tag their half man finale posts as spoilers: I hope you step on lego with bare feet every day of your rude, inconsiderate lives. May your cat always puke hairballs inside your favourite shoes. May the bus never stop for you. May that thing you want always be sold out. May you lose an earbud when you need them the most. May seagulls steal your chips and pay pigeons shit on your bare heads. May your phone run out of power when you forget to carry a charger. May your queue always be the longest one.
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Praying and hoping i'll be able to avoid seeing more half man spoiler before I get to watch the finale than I already have, and that Iâll forget the one I already saw. Please, adhd brain, work with me this one time
I love when people here randomly become obsessed with something I've never even heard of because suddenly I see this flurry of posts where people will post stuff like "it's SO like Jesperynne to lie to everyone all the time hahaha amirite" and I'm like....is this your OC? Your friend's OC? Your wayward child? Your alter ego? A friend of ours whose name I didn't know? How many hours of bullshit would I have to watch/how many dumb books do I have to read to understand this? WHAT IS THE CONTEXT HERE -- I'm in my 40s OK? I'm not on a first-name basis with every weird thing you people like đ
(I say this with affection; I love nerds and there's a reason I'm still here over a decade later. It just makes me laugh.)
Sometimes I really do wonder about some people in fandom who burn SUPER intensely seemingly out of nowhere and then disappear overnight.
Iâve met people in this fandom who have a partner or bestie or various friends who are ALSO around, theyâre churning out mountains of content for a couple of YEARS. Honestly a fair few of them I assumed had been in this Star Wars nightmare longer than I had but Iâd just not seen their posts before. They show up and write TONS of fanfic. Multiple of them that Iâve known have gotten TATTOOS.
And then itâs like, overnight, theyâre just Gone. And with the ones who were part of a couple or friend group, itâs like: did a carbon monoxide leak kill everyone in their home? HOW THE HELL does someone go from âI need to write and scream about this very specific thing at length for upwards of a yearâ, and then suddenly just NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN, because a new show is on. (And no; these are not bad blood/blocking situations. It is genuinely as though theyâve been assumed into the fandom ether.)
(Before anyone pulls the âADHD! Hyperfixation!!!!â card on me, bitch I HAVE ADHD. I know how it works. It doesnât mean you have to be rude as fuck to people.)