the mortifying ordeal of being a Marvel fan

One thing I'm sure of. I'll forever be grateful for:

a - curating my dash to perfection

b - never having thrown a tantrum on a strangers' blog for not sharing my opinion (kinda ties into point a but also to my parents not having raised an asshole with no self control)

c - having an overall positive/proactive outlook towards fandom in general

Not to say that people can't or shouldn't vent on their own blogs about things they are disappointed about, or that criticism doesn't deserve its rightful place in fandom, but when the only way engage with content consists of listing how much you dislike something, spitefully mocking said content and scolding people who enjoy things you don't, I feel like there should be at least one moment of self reflection before hitting the post button for the nth time.

Personally in the little spare time I have, I love to have a laugh, let my imagination run wild (and a lil bit raunchy, okay) and play in my little sandbox with my silly dolls. That made (makes) me happy.

when life imitates art