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Coming into a fandom late

Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck

Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie

Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war. 

Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…

When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF

When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead

Being in a dead fandom…

Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one

Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.

Being in a fandom meant for kids.

When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you

Fandom hell in general

Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on

Trying to recruit people to your fandom

Being in a fandom which has so many antis

Being in a fandom that actually works together

being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs

Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions

Being in a fandom on Tumblr

6 year old Tim, explaining how Dick Grayson and Robin are one in the same because they jump the same way, and how this means Bruce Wayne MUST be Batman:

From someone who’s survived MySpace, livejournal, deviantart, and fanfiction.nets’ content purges and bad policy updates, here’s some advice on how to get through tumblr’s recent bullshit:

December 18th

what depression is really like:

This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim.  Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help. One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.