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2025 was a rough year for me in terms of public fandom participation and output. I usually do something at least several times a year and feel more of a sense of connection to it than I have this year. I've still done a few things, but nothing seems to have "stuck" in the way that I would like it to.

However, toward the end of the year, I started to feel more actively connected to my fandoms. Started to have a little more internal continuity, which I've complained about the lack of throughout the year.

This year has been a lot of adjustment and change, even though most of it has been good for me.

Anyway, I just went through [community profile] fandomcalendar and picked out any and everything that's current that I even might be interested or equipped to do. There are a few things I skipped either because of parameters, dates, or fandoms I'm not in, but here's what I found:

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I did about 15 minutes of "work" on plotting the most OC/adding stuff type fic I've ever worked on.

Back before COVID hit everyone, I had gotten really passionately into the idea of this fic about my Fallout New Vegas player character and a few of the other characters.

The initial groundwork I did got written at the beginning of 2020 before I was out of a job. It was going well.

Then, everything in the world changed in ways that one couldn't really brace for, even knowing it was coming.

My life on the other side was never really the same, either. My mom died that year but not from COVID.

Anyway, I have occasionally poked with a stick the idea of trying to finish that fic. I recently heard a clip from Jason Pargin that made me realize why I was stuck after writing the four prologue chapters.

However, every time I start to poke it with a stick, I just wonder if I am really ready to be vulnerable enough to actually put in the work.

The last time I did the work to finish a chapter fic I thought was at least decent, it was a pretty heavy flop except with my big bang artist partner and beta. That was back in the spring. And since then, I dunno. It's like I just cannot make myself do the work that is required to really put something out there that I cared a lot about in order for it to get the sting of being completely ignored even when I try to get friends and likeminded fandom people to look at it.

I feel like some people responded to the art that was posted on tumblr as part of the event who never got around to reading the fic.

And I know I'm being a baby because I've only finished like 1 or 2 of the other long fics that came out of that event, but I have been working on at least a few others. I just feel this rejection sensitivity thing.

Not only that, but the same thing happened when I did a SnowBaird Secret Santa thing last year. The person I got assigned to never actually came around and commented because they sort of ghosted the community it was in before the event concluded.

I know that we are all tired and worn down to a lot less than we were, but it makes me want to reassess how I seek connection with likeminded people, and I just don't know how.

I keep wondering if I should write shorter lighter or more encapsulated stuff due to the attention span and overwork problems people have, but I don't really know how to find the motivation for that anymore, either, and it makes me think that the era of fandom being a community and not a competition is kind of dead.
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Various updates.

An Up?: As expected in my last long, emotional post on Taylor Swift Album Release Day, my long-time friend reached out as predicted. It has gone better than a part of me thought it would. The contact has remained a bit consistent, even if sometimes she does not get back to me the same day. Sometimes, I still feel like that she decides "tl;dr" about a lot of the things I send her, but I also think it might just be a difference in communication styles.

She gave me a health update and explained that she actually is taking actions to correct a rather severe nutrient deficiency and is feeling better.

I'm really relieved to hear that there might be a reason for her and, subsequently, our connection to get better. I feel like an asshole for being frustrated that she was kind of not available for a year and a half, with rare and variable exceptions, because I know she's had a hard time physically and emotionally, too.

As expressed in a replies to my previous post, there was a period of time back in 2016 when this friend really hurt me in a way that I think was something she kind of "had" to do in order to hit a rock bottom place from which she got into therapy. However, shortly after she got into therapy, I felt like that her conditions for being in relationship with anyone basically meant that she wanted groupies rather than friends. Others needed to support her in her mental health journey, but she had no emotional bandwidth or patience for anyone else's needs.

In the years since, we've talked about how people who are in a bad place who start therapy often kind of take a therapist's guidance and hear what they want to hear. Their first efforts to make adjustments can sound like "actually therapy makes you a terrible person???" but the therapist can then hear from the client and be like, "Ma'am that is not what I said. It's what you interpreted from what I said with a very broad brush."

Anyway, I am hopeful for the friendship, but I just have this broader frustration with the fact that I feel like even in my very close relationships -- close friends, family, etc. -- that I actually put my money and support where my mouth is. I try to genuinely help people instead of just giving them thoughts and prayers. However, it feels like the vast majority of people really do not offer actionable support even when you're supposedly close. People aren't willing to sacrifice anything for each other. And that ends up making me feel like an overdrawn bank account, sometimes, though I don't feel like the answer is to become exclusively self-serving?

Anyway...

A Down: I kind of think the new Taylor Swift album sucks. I've thought about expressing my feelings about it through some kind of open letter to her she'll never read, but I also feel like a better use of my time would be to invest my time into listening to music that I actually like for a while and giving Taylor Swift a time to simmer and see if she can ever learn to onboard valid criticism ever again in her entire life.

It's tricky, because there have been times when she was criticized for simply being a famous white woman, for simply daring to date around and try to fin "the one" even if it's messy, or whatever. However, I think that she has over-inoculated herself against criticism to the point that she hears all criticism as unfair and not understanding of her very unique situation.

Plus, no one can become and remain a billionaire without some damage to their hearts if not their brains.

Her last album, TTPD, contained a lot bitterness including some of it directed at her fanbase. I think she really blames a lot of them for the failure of her relationship with Matty Healy, and I don't think she's forgiven them despite being oh-so-happy with her new man.

There's something so petty and meangirl about this new album, in most places, that it feels like something she should have done in her 20s and not her mid-30s if at all.

Anyway, I was never a hardcore "swiftie" where I was convinced that there was hidden genius and Da Vinci Codes or whatever in every single one of her choices. However, there's a kind of pain associated with finding very clear evidence that a person your age that you ind of viewed as a poetic representation of your generation is being so regressive at this particular moment. But, like I said, billionaires do not have normal functioning human hearts and brains, so there's some hope on my part that she'll be humbled and become someone whose art I like again, but right now there's a sour taste in my mouth.

I don't hate her. I'm just disappointed.

An Up: The other day, a group of people who do global music outreach came to do a three-day workshop with our Year 7 students, and I got to pop in a few times and see performances, including the finale where the workshop cast and then the Year 7s also danced and sang. It reminded me of how powerful live art can be, and I've been filling some of my Taylor-shaped void with revisiting musicals.

I have this tendency to go through months where I only listen to spoken content, so it was nice to have a reminder of how music and dance and things can be like visceral therapy.

A Down: I'm still struggling to find writing consistency and motivation, and it feels like a part of me is missing or atrophied.

A Down: Trying to work stuff out with the OCT and eventual Canadian immigration/work permit options is being a royal pain in the ass. I finally got the fingerprinting company handling my most recent piece of the puzzle to contact me back after emailing them WEEKS ago (they said my email address was generic and sometimes they don't get those? like why provide an email for assistance if you do not notice or answer emails from real-name gmail addresses??? who are you expecting to email you?) and calling two days in a row to leave a message. Initially, they told me they had not received my package at all yet. However...

An Up: The reason they had not received my package at all was because Canada Post went on a strike like two days after the package was mailed from the US. This means it was probably just sitting in the Canada Post's stockpile for days and weeks. However, the guy emailed me back and said they got my package the day after I finally got them to communicate with me.

A Down: I bought a little bookshelf type thing from amazon and thought I could put it together by myself, but I simply do not have the elbow grease to do it manually. I had to order an electric screwdriver, so for now I have pieces of a shelf in a random spot on the floor. One reason it's hard to organize my small space is that I do not have a specific place for everything, so here's hoping I don't get so disgusted that I simply have to pay to have someone cart it away.
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I have mentioned probably that specifically since July my creativity has kind of crashed and burned. It sucks a lot, and I had a very bad few days recently with my mental health. I feel a bit better at the moment, but I am still worried about my ability to maintain this outlook.

Currently, I am signed up for the bingo challenge at [community profile] fandom_empire and have been trying to track things over at [community profile] communal_creators.

Someone over at the latter suggested this word tracking spreadsheet template. Decided to try using it from today.
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Since I've been back at work, I keep getting sleepy between 7 and 8 PM and I guess it's better than not getting enough sleep, but it's a shame that there's such a thin line between too little and too much.

Last night, I had the thought to follow some links on [personal profile] svgurl's post and sign up for the [community profile] communal_creators thing as I keep complaining about the lack of community.

Then I immediately needed to go to bed.

Today, they let us leave from work a bit more than an hour early due to ongoing typhoon rain and general morale boost, I guess, since we all have to come in on Saturday tomorrow even if we aren't Saturday staff people.

I find that I don't mind the ebb and flow too much as long as they're not being assholes about making us sit in meetings that mean nothing to anyone.

I almost veered off to go to eat something at some restaurant, but I have been trying to manage both my time and my eating a bit differently since I got back. I will always be someone who thinks cheap eating out isn't any less responsible than cooking for oneself when the costs are relatively comparable when averaged out. However, I have noticed that when I am in a place where to go anywhere that isn't right around my work station costs two more hours plus the time I'm sitting there to eat that doing it on weekdays isn't as worth it as my anxiety would tend to tell me. It is less of a slog to cook at home and feel unrushed, which is sort of a new feeling for me.

While I was waiting for soup to finish simmering and then eating all the soup I couldn't put away in two containers, I watched a couple more episodes of Twin Peaks, which I started half-watching while I was at home, hanging out with little Charlie.

This time, I felt the inklings of thought about my own fannish projects while thinking about the show, which is at least promising, but by the time I was finished with watching eating, I think I'm too sleepy to actually do anything tonight. I keep waking up at some point before or after midnight, if only to relieve my bladder, and I wish I could get another hour or so of self-time in there and go back to bed on a sort of dual-sleep model, but I feel like to make that happen, I'm going to have to pull my stupid-early bedtime back even earlier to where it feels more like a nap and my reawakening time is slightly earlier. I used to do that all the time, but I haven't since moving to Japan, really.
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cw: animal death Update on little Charles: Apparently they administered morphine before the euthanasia medication and while that kicked in they let my parents pet him and feed him an ice cream sandwich. And after he was very high and half asleep, only then they gave him that, and my stepmom held him and Dad petted him until he stopped breathing.

In other news, I am thinking about the way being in fandom is just a lot less like being "in" anything and isn't really as fun anymore and how it is connected to the general state of the world.

When coming to this website to make this post, I noticed the site announcement about restrictions on Dreamwidth in Georgia and in my home state of Tennessee. I'm really proud to be on this website and paying a pittance a year to help them keep fighting good fights like this. I don't post here as much as I could, though, because years in the bigger ocean of tumblr and twitter have kind of made me wind down my sense of having anything to say.

I know it's a weird combination of the violence inherent to capitalism and just my brain getting older, but I remember having the ability to daydream all day long in school, writing fic snippets in my notebooks, while also continuing to keep good grades in my classes. I used to be creative and itching to share stuff. There was something about the internet being a place I had to manage to get access to that created a kind of goal at the end, but I still don't think it's "dopamine addiction" or whatever that's causing the main problem. I think it's just the sense that there are little campfires everywhere -- or one big bonfire here and there -- but around them, nobody is actually gathered to listen. People are just there to add fuel to the fire and be angry and hurt that no one is looking at the sparks they added. I'm to blame as is everyone else.

I do try to engage with other people's fanwork and stuff, but it seems like it rarely becomes a two-way street anymore.

You don't have to be friends with everyone you meet in fandom, but I know that back in the LJ and even early tumblr days, there was a sense of knowing who hung around in your neck of the woods. Maybe you didn't always, always engage in reciprocity of comments and reading, but there was enough overlap that there was an excitement to sharing stories and stuff. It was a form of conversation and positing ideas. Now, it's just part of an attention economy where everyone is broke and starving.

I don't know what exactly I did to direct the YouTube algorithm to feed me down this specific rabbit hole, but the other night I found this channel called [youtube.com profile] DarwinsLab. I can't speak for his past videos, but I watched the most recent tree about the nature of dreams, psychedelics, and the uncanny valley respectively. I really enjoyed them, and it felt a little bit like a slight reach backward into what the internet was like and "for" when I was in university and spending all that precious time I could've been forging IRL connections being on the internet (half-joking). It reminds me of Vsauce and watching everymanHYBRID and Marble Hornets and, strangely connected, YuGiOh The Abridged Series. There was a sense of creativity and conversation in those things that I often feel is not present even in the independent or self-made YouTube "content" I often fill my brain with.

When I was back in America for a few weeks, I rarely turned on YouTube, I noticed. Sometimes, I sat in total silence. Other times, I watched the actual TV my parents pay for, lying with little Charlie on the couch while parents were out. There was silence, and it was mostly bearable, though the first night of three that my parents went out of town while I was there (so I could dogsit our little buddy, them having no idea he'd be gone in a month), the house being so much larger than my little apartment kind of made me feel a little insecure like there might be something else hiding in the shadows or another room.

Here in Japan, I listen to YouTube and podcasts a ridiculous amount of the time. I enjoy them, most of the time. I enjoy learning, even when it's just on the level of following a story. Learning the trivia and beats of a true crime case that is common knowledge along with a little editorializing, etc. I have to have some kind of speech-sound to fall asleep here, and I don't know why. I would sometimes turn it on when I was back in the States, but I never actually comprehended more than five minutes of it before passing out.

I think it has something to do with the fact that all of my comprehensible conversations and interactions with human speech are at work here. There's a part of my brain that is just starved for something that feels both personal and novel. And yet, I'm noticing, that I have started to tune out toward the end of podcasts and videos that I normally wouldn't have lately. Then again, I've just suffered a loss, however distant and small compared to a human life. I know that what I'm experiencing at this very moment might not be some super representative aspect of my personhood.

When I try to listen to the part of me that's zoned out, to interrogate why, I find that it's that creative urge in the background begging me to be the one to make something. Only, I spent the whole time I was home trying to give myself space to create something, and the best I did was 15 seconds of simple video editing or so that is nowhere near finished that I may never go back and finish. I couldn't write anything, and I dunno why.

Except, I kinda do. It feels like there's no point to write anything lately. I feel a little bit less pessimistic about this than I did a week ago. I finally got one comment on the Trigun fic I posted recently. Only, I know that back in the past, I would have been able to find a space in which to talk about the aspect of the story that made me write that fic, even if the person didn't fully read my fic themselves, and if I got lucky they might, and that's what I'm missing.

Which brings me back to the YouTube algorithm.

Somehow, in connection with this and other stuff I watch sometimes, it brought me to this video:



It is an interesting take on a lot of things, and my petty connection to my own sense of being unmoored is much smaller than the bigger issues of white grievance replacing the personality and redirecting suburban white anger into fascism. However, one of the things she talks about up front is that Eminem was kind of one of the last release valves for a subculture of young white suburban people that held a space that allowed them to share experience, express anger, and be transgressive or rebellious in a way that was able to both acknowledge their legitimate grievances against those in power and the apparatuses in the mainstream that held them down while also being self-aware of their own privilege in the landscape of a genre of music that was pioneered by Black people. She talks about how she was once a big fan of Eminem, became very critical, and then came back around to the idea that while she doesn't want to absolve him of all the "problematic" elements of his writing and body of work that maybe the flaws and anger and transgression present within his work are representative of the functions of a lot of former subcultures that used to allow young (white otherwise, though the white people are most relevant to her concern in the video) people to help identify themselves in opposition to the mainstream.

I remember being in the fringes of Eminem-enjoying and the weird cathartic rush I got when I learned how to contextually use the "f-word" as an intensifier and was brave enough to do it in a venting rant to a friend over the phone in hushed tones as a tween. I grew up at the intersection of parents who were just really responsible given their means for the most part and "white trash," so there was a certain aspect of that that spoke to me when it was coming out and cool. And I remember that kind of word-of-mouth and slow-transmission of culture that was based on who you happened to have access to.

I also think about the fact that had it not been for my cousin giving me a copy of Shounen Jump he'd worn out as a mousepad after reading it a couple times then telling me about a person he met with a screenname based on YuYu Hakusho in an Unreal Tournament chatroom that I should try to message on a lark who then got freaked out like I might be lying about who I was and how I got their username that I would not, in any way, be who I am today.

Even the dial-up internet had the character of being a decentralized place but where you could, through others, eventually discover things.

The centralized, mainstream, social media internet actively bottlenecks all of that experience and most of it feeds it through an algorithm that serves to make the user and the people similar to and adjacent to the user's habits more like themselves instead of helping to change them in any way.

And while there's this narrative of wanting to embrace who you are, to not let others change you, the thing is that being able to "try lives on" used to be a more natural part of reality than it is now. The kids growing up with social media now are more terrified of being cringe than being anything else. ~Back in my day~, there was a sense that choosing how one wanted to be cringe and learning the rules and not being a "poser" but being fully sincere in your efforts to conform to this type of cringe was a feature of adolescence.

And I think that this connects to what is dying about fandom. Fandom was, at one point, a series of subcultures. Certain fandoms had certain rules, certain conventions (of both kinds), and certain online communities that had idiosyncratic rules and expectations.

Now, you have to cast your bait and line out into the murky depths of a tag or search term and hope that maybe someone who matches your weirdness might see it. There are all these arguments about "purity" versus being as weird and kinky as you want to be and everything in between, and I think this kind of thing is partly because there is no sub in the fandom subcultures anymore, so people keep trying to make the mainstream vibe into what they're most comfortable with. Whereas, in the past, people would just make their own little community about that thing that included 5-20 core members and others who came along to join and that was enough.

And, selfishly, it is SO hard to be creative in this environment where I know that everyone is too overstimulated to care or views me and my attention as competition rather than having a handful of people I can trust to at least care that I had something to say.
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Last Thursday was just another day for me. Thanksgiving isn't a holiday in Japan, and I don't have family here. My dad and stepmother did wish me well on the day.

I did have a meeting with the international school people finally, though, via Zoom, that morning. They finally officially offered me the job, and I signed some papers through PDF editing.

I need a little more information from them to feel like it's completely real.

I plan to send an email to my current boss giving her a few extra days on top of 90 days notice.

I mulled over telling her in person first, but honestly, having observed her as a person as much as I have, I think she will have an immediate emotional upset reaction followed by reasoning through it. And honestly, I don't want to be there for the emotional reaction. So I feel I'm justified in emailing her Friday after work.

There's a good chance I'll be seeing her on Saturday briefly anyway because I'm coming to their church's Christmas concert. Here's hoping that will inspire good will instead of annoyance.

I have to keep reminding myself that this had to have happened to her many times since starting this business.

I have to do what's right for me, even if I hate causing inconvenience.

Fandom Updates

I complain about never getting to talk about fandom stuff, but it's largely because I can't think of effort posts to make. Here's a little list of stuff:

  • I'm participating in a Secret Santa exchange over on Beast's Lair. I finished the fic a while ago but might look over it one more time before it's revealed.
  • I'm also doing a Secret Santa on the SnowBaird discord server. I'm about 2/3rds of the way finished. Hoping to be finished before the weekend, but we'll see.
  • I am doing the [community profile] lyricaltitles Bingo and I might actually finish a row before the end of December.
  • Friend prompted me to start watching the Fallout show. I like it, even if it isn't the most groundbreaking thing that has ever been released. It's interesting to see the story in this format. I like Lucy, even if she feels like a stock character I would make in an RPG. Maybe that's why I like her.
  • I got said friend to start watching The Untamed with me, and he actually seems to enjoy it. It's nice when both my best friends kinda like the same stuff with me. Feels less lonely.

    I really want to do something in Untamed/MDZS fandom, but I don't quite know where to begin.
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Writing is a lonely prospect these days. I remember when LiveJournal made it easy to feel like there was a community around writing for a fandom or a ship, even if it was small. It tended to lead to greater creativity because it didn't feel like screaming into a void.

These days, I'm tempted to post my stuff here, but I feel like most people who read my blog as very general fellow bloggers, so I wonder if I should make a little quarantine community for it to separate the fandomy posting of fic from the general rambling about life and stuff. But then I wonder if that's just keeping any eyeballs from the fic that would've otherwise been on it.

This was a conversation people were having on reddit earlier, too, to which I contributed.
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Tomorrow and today are fuzzy concepts for me in the dark. I like that feeling, except where it comes to how it impacts my relationship to work. It's been even more pronounced since I started working afternoon and evening. In some ways, this agrees with my body clock. However, when I first came back to Japan, my natural jet-lagged cycle from home meant that I was consistently waking up VERY early in the morning, wide-awake, and would have a few hours, a nap, and then work. That was awesome, honestly.

Then, I got sick early on. Just a virus or whatever the clung on for a few weeks after new germs at all that. Weirdly, the cough hung on until a single dose of herby Chinese medicine powder by boss gave me that didn't taste that bad and seemed to work a miracle or be a hell of a coincidence.

Anyway, since I got sick, I have slumped back into my "only being awake to eat and work" habit sometimes. Kinda sucks.

I keep telling myself that when summer finally starts to relent next month that maybe it will be better. It's hard to want to get up and be active outside my apartment when I feel like I'm being pan-fried the minute I step into the sun.

After a week or so without working but being in Japan, I feel like I've been 2.5 different people. I like who I am today. I just wonder if it will stick.

See, today, I am actually missing being close enough in on the edge of fandom to touch creativity from time to time. I am curious and interested in reading and learning more and doing more than the bare minimum.

I'm just terrified that after my shift at work on Monday, it will all crawl back into a hole until December.

My best friend has gone through a bit of a hellish personal drama over the past 24 hours, going through all stages of grief and rage while trying to get Dragon Age Origins to work on Windows 11. Even our/my tech supportiest friend seemed to think it might be nearly a lost cause, but finally through the three of us bashing our heads against reddit and nexusmods, we were able to come up with something that crystallized into a solution in her mind. She feels much better now, and so do I, because her talking about it also made me want to play again at some point and it was sad to think that Windows 11 was completely incompatible with modding it at all!

Most recently, she has also gotten me into Chinese yaoi or whatever it's called (danmei?).

I watched the "Heaven Official's Blessing" or TCGF "anime" with her. (Again, it has a different name because it's Chinese but it's similar in art style and format to anime.)

Right now, we're watching the TV show that gets translated as "The Untamed" or MDZS.

With the new friend-or-whatever I've made in Japan, I've been watching Steins;Gate again. He seems to be genuinely invested.

So yeah, I really hope I can be creative a bit more often and not feel like my insides are made of white noise visuals and radio static sometimes. Does anyone know what that particular emotion is? It's hard to define. It's both physical and emotional. Weirdness.
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one half of genshintwt: They (characters depicted as having the agency of young adults) are literal children!!! (scolding about porn of said characters)

the other half of genshintwt: The official birthday art is making adult characters look like children!!!

Like, the latter one may have some legs to stand on if some of what's being said about artists they've hired is true, but the in-game models aren't changing, and I wish everyone would calm down.
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So I finished rewatching Season 1 of Stargate SG-1. Started yesterday evening and have been up all damn night again.

talk of medication )

But anyway, yeah I finished SG-1's first season, and I am filled with Jack/Daniel feelings.

I really want to write a fic or two for them, but for some reason I have been hung up on the fact that I cannot figure out exactly when or where I'd set it. Of course, anything I wrote would by its very nature be a canon-divergent AU, so why should it matter?

But I have been getting very stuck on needing the context and justification of everything to be perfect.

Fandom-trauma is a thing I guess.

I just really want to write a short but believable shippy story for them that doesn't treat it like it's just... easy.

Thinking about doing it for this challenge among other things, but I would need a stable sort of concept first that would be the appropriate size.

I really want to stop giving myself novel-length premises just because I feel the need to defend my story like a lawyer in court.
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Utilized Netflix to watch the first half of Stargate SG-1 S1E1 in the background tonight. It isn't new to me. Especially the first few seasons of SG-1, I spent a lot of time with during like my first year of college.

Recently, I have been trying to articulate why I don't really binge watch things or try new things very often. I think it has two distinct tracks that may be somewhat parallel.

The first is that I rarely get completely over a fandom. Once I invest at all, I care about it, even if it fades into a background sort of nostalgia. Also, often I feel like when I move on to a new main special interest, there is something I have left unfinished with a previous interest. I always am looking back down the aisle of my own past, and I want to revisit things that made me feel good at the time.

It sucks knowing that the more things enter my life, even in terms of media, the less likely I will be to go back and pick up those loose ends. Occasionally, an idea for a fic or something will not leave me alone, and I cannot really "move on" until something is done.

That's less and less true, though, and it scares me.

I guess it's rare for me to super-actively participate in "public" fandom as often in terms of it being an interactive thing. I think that's true for a lot of people. And having a fandom of two or three is perfectly valid and often a healthier thing to do. Nevertheless, I find myself seeking an audience, acknowledgment, validation, because it's extremely hard to get in any other way, especially now.

The other thread of things that makes it extremely difficult for me to "pick up" something new is that I have to feel like the "fandom" is at least not virulently ugly OR that I will be fairly content holding it to my chest. Being stuck in that middle ground is something that I find myself in all too often, and it sucks a lot. I said to [personal profile] popkin16 earlier that if I'm going to make a leap, I want to know there's a trampoline or a set of pillows at the bottom.

In revisiting Stargate, I always think of LiveJournal. I think that might be because it was the fandom I was last active in on LJ. It's really interesting to me that while Stargate has retained fans for years, its fandom really never made the jump to modern social media.

Thinking about it now, I almost wonder if it's because of its highly militarized setting. Even I have developed this flinch response with regard to military and law enforcement being accidentally or intentionally propagandized in media. Still, I think that sometimes it is that the backdrop of something is not necessarily its whole meaning, and I can't be concerned with the ethics of a 20 year old show.

It's very weird how the first episode was TV-MA because they made Sha're get buck ass naked but then the show extremely dialed back from any of that ever again to the point that years ago when I was watching it on the family TV my mom gave me The Look when the topic of spending the night with a date came up for Sam or something. I remember this very lifestyle Christian but not ultra-conservative just quite-conservative family I stayed with on one of those weird vacations I had as a child watching SG1 as a family.

Early Installment Extreme Weirdness.

To be gossipy you gotta wonder if Michael Shanks and Bandera (woman whose name I can't remember right now) would have a baby together if she'd kept her clothes on. Not shaming just being glib.

There is something about the aesthetic, especially in the scene I paused on where Jack takes Daniel home once they're back in Colorado, that feels like an anchor and that I could just step into the TV and know a world I once lived in but which is gone. Told another friend earlier that I almost wish I could for, like, a week, have a trial period of what it would have been like to be an adult during the time I was a child.

I feel a lot like my adulthood or ability to ever have one that isn't just stress and grief has been and is actively being stolen from me.

I can't even get a job at a grocery store right now, despite everyone shaming you for not "taking whatever job you can get" and the staffing crisis because, hey, maybe people can't afford to basically pay to go to work when they're already broke!

Maybe I should start personally journaling about episodes of stuff I watch here. That's what we all used to do.

I am profoundly lonely, and I miss my mom a lot which leads to a lot of other nostalgia. Sudden ruptures of those momentary sense memories of being a little kid in the mid-90s.

Scrolling online doesn't fix the lonely. But neither does anything IRL right now and it's driving me a bit crazy.

I looked up some advice on how to cope with the stir-craziness that comes from trying to be a halfway responsible human right now and most of the articles were dated from March and April of last year. Which I get why. It's a top result because it has the most clicks. But it just makes me wonder if people have stopped even trying to kid themselves, either by throwing caution to the wind and going back to 100% normality or by just lying on the floor groaning like I feel like doing most of the time.

One thing that I notice is that almost every suggestion that I haven't tried involves one of two things I don't have:

1) more money than I have to spend freely

2) kids

Not even one's own kids but just this concept that most people have kids in their lives, and I don't. Unlike a lot of my millennial peers I actually miss it, and I furthermore think about how again this season of time is basically eliminating the future possibility of my having the choice to have any.

Also, my sleep cycle is completely ruined. More than usual. Ew.
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As mentioned in my previous post, I sort of fell off the wagon of doing anything when I started working again back in January. If I do any more catching up, it'll be out of order, but I just had a thought that I should do this and connecting it to the Snowflake Challenge gives me the opportunity to add it to a list of other similar posts. I plan to keep this as something I can update in an ongoing fashion, though.

This post is intended to be a wishlist or a prompt list for myself or anyone else who happens upon it and wants to do something for me and take inspiration. If you do make something from a prompt on this list, please gift it to me on AO3 or let me know here or something!

Fics I wish existed



Hancock (2008)



I really like this movie, and it's one of the few superhero or speculative fiction movies my father likes. He watched it again on the night that I am writing this post, and it got me to thinking that i needed to write this down for this post.

Wish #1: There is one good-looking fic from Yuletide 2019 I have yet to read that deals with this, but I just so much want content about Hancock, Ray, and Mary falling into a healthy polyamorous relationship. Ray was so clearly smitten with Hancock, and he and Aaron were so traumatized in the second-to-last scene of the film. He was losing both Mary and Hancock at once, and he picks up a fire axe and is heroic himself as a mere mortal, and I love it so freaking much. Just! More! And I guess maybe them dealing with Ray and Aaron being mortal while, if Hancock and Mary stay away from each other except for periodic visits, they don't.

Wish #2: It's canon that Hancock's name isn't Hancock. Who was he before? There is an eagle motif and we know they're about 3000 years old. Beyond that, what? I know for a fact he's not Zeus. Zeus was an even bigger asshole than Hancock. So what are our other options?

Wish #3: This whole... freaking... mythology is so cool and I can't believe that this thing didn't get franchised and done to death. In a way, I'm grateful, but like this could be fused with other fandoms or used for soulmate AUs so much. These superhuman creatures created in pairs for whom it's physics that they become ordinary humans if they are close to each other for long. Mary claims that all the others died with their partners long ago, but she hesitates, and we know she lied about other things to protect both Hancock and herself. What if she was lying about that? And if not, I want to know more about the others before they perished. She even calls Hancock's tendency to be heroic above and beyond the others "the insurance policy of the gods" and that's just so romantic and argh. I love it. Gimme.




More to come on this post if and when I think of it! Last Updated: February 16, 2020
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Taken from [personal profile] sodium_amytal

Rules: Bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one.

Slow burn or love at first sight
Fake dating or secret dating
Enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers
Oh no there’s only one bed or long distance with correspondence
Fantasy au or modern au
Smut or fluff
Mutual pining or domestic bliss
Alternate universe or future fic
One shot or multi-chapter
Kid fic or road trip fic
Reincarnation or character death
Arranged marriage or accidental marriage
High school romance or middle aged romance
Time travel or isolated together
Neighbors or roommates oh my god they were roommates
Sci-fi au or magic au
Bodyswap or genderbend
Angst or crack
Apocalyptic or mundane
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Challenge #3

Pimp Your Favorite Communities, Fests or Challenges! Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

What makes fandom more fun is when more people get involved. Tell us where the party is. Or, if you’re stuck in a rut yourself and looking for things to get you out of it, peruse your fellow participant’s posts and see where they go. You never know where you might find your next fandom squee play place!


I'm more a follower than a leader when it comes to these types of things, but I'll try.

[community profile] lands_of_magic


I wish I could be more involved, but I really enjoy [community profile] lands_of_magic. Click the image below to sign up! I really loved the concept of a landcomm when I joined one before LJ fell to the wayside for the segments of fandom I was in. While I haven't interacted as much as I could have, doing these from time to time has been a great way for me to not feel like I have done nothing while I've been facing a general inability to write fic/participate in fic exchanges for the past six months or so. There are a large variety of challenges and often several ways to complete the challenges. In order to stay an active member once you join, you only have to complete two challenges per round (a period of several months), so it is pretty low-pressure and what-you-make-it. It also went on a hiatus between this round and the previous one and actually came back! So that's a vote of confidence.

If you choose to sign up tell them I ([personal profile] prixmium) referred you, please. ♥



[community profile] npt_admin



In the past, I have really enjoyed participating in Not Primetime (administrative posts at [community profile] npt_admin. I wasn't able to participate this past year, and it looks like it's possible that it will be a fest instead of an exchange next year. I've always enjoyed it because often my fandoms are somewhat too big for Yuletide but aren't megafandoms either, and that's the niche this exchange is meant to fill.

[community profile] chocolateboxcomm and [community profile] trickortreatex



If I'm not mistaken both [community profile] chocolateboxcomm and [community profile] trickortreatex are run by the same fan/mod? If any case, they are both similar exchanges. They have a word-count minimum at only 300 words and don't have fandom restrictions unless it's just poor-taste author veto, I assume. Chocolate Box's sign-ups are open now! Trick or TreatChocolate Box focuses on relationships primarily, be they gen or shippy, Trick or Treat has an element that you are going for a treat (something sweet, fluffy, or happy) or a trick (something with darker themes) and you can specify what you do or don't want with regard to that. The tiny word count is meant to encourage treat fics (in the sense of extra fics based on prompts that speak to you), so I think it's a great way to build your "portfolio" if you want while participating in the fannish community.

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Challenge #2

In your own space, talk about your fannish history.


I have done this a dozen times before, and I have a tendency to ramble and give a lot of details that make the substance get lost in the experience. This time, because I would like to work on rambling less and because I would like to both sleep and have time to do anything else tonight, I have decided that maybe I will do a sort of bullet point list!


  • ☙ Fandom started for me when I began to be really invested in the fact that, despite the dub's kid-friendly editing, Sailor Moon had a continuing story sometimes. I was aware of the fact that grown-up tv shows could have that, but here was something with fantastical elements and dramatic stakes that appealed to me as a child. I was hooked, and it was around this time that I began to get my very first inklings as to the fact that the internet existed. I started to sometimes search "Sailor Moon" and find GeoCities websites and things like that.
  • ☙ I got into several other stories in a fandom-y way after that. The next one I recall was maladaptive daydreaming that I did about a Digimon Adventure alternate universe that involved a lot of one-blanket-scenario developed sexual tension and incestuous thoughts and love triangles and sacrifices that proved love and stuff like that, all to the B-Side of the Lion King soundtrack tape because it was the first time I was really aware that I enjoyed soundtrack music.
  • ☙ One of the first things I shipped in live action was the boy and girl from a movie I owned called The Amazing Panda Adventure.



    This movie came out in 1995 when I would have been four years old. I am sure it was a year or two before I had it because I had it on VHS. But anyway, as you can see in the clip these two kids have a sort of "you're an idiot"/"you're naive" belligerent tension which I was apparently into even back then. It's so weird because these kids are obviously very young, but given that I was even younger, I guess I perceived them as being solidly preteens even though I am not even sure they're that old now. But anyway through the movie they go through this adventure to save the panda cub and to get back to their adults, and it is a sort of coming of age story. It's been years since I watched it in full, but it made an impression on me about how as they grew to respect and care for each other that they were also having these brief moments of sort of realization of themselves as organisms that could even possibly experience attraction.

    There is a scene in it where they fall into some water that is full of leeches, and in their panic they strip off all their clothes so as to get the leeches off their bodies. Then they realize they're naked/in their underwear and hide in the brush and have to do something or other so as to give each other privacy to cover up somehow before thy can move on. I was looking this up and found the CommonSense Media page about it and it had some parent reviewer going "I don't know why that was necessary." But as a child who was a bit precocious in becoming sexually/romantically aware, I guess I kind of understood it to be one of those formative moments of sort of becoming self-aware in that way. It isn't lurid or lewd, but it is something that seemed relatable to me as a child.

    Like I said, whether it was based on a mental health issue or not, I was a bit precocious in becoming interested in such things, and at the time I didn't realize how young they were or how young I was. But a part of me, looking back even now, kind of wants to imagine that they stay in touch or reconnect later in life and fall in love when they're appropriately capable of doing so.
  • ☙ I started to learn how to write prose by myself, writing fanfiction about Sailor Moon in my free time in second grade. It was like a code-breaking exercise to realize that the things I was learning about punctuation and spelling could be used in this way. That was the banner year when I stopped despising learning to write and spell, though it wouldn't fully settle in until I started being home-schooled.
  • ☙ When I started being home-schooled in fourth grade, my aunt opted to try home-schooling her son as well. His older sister had become pregnant when she was just shy of eighteen and her boyfriend was fifteen. Columbine had just happened. It was sympathetic that my aunt wanted to try. But ultimately, I was home-schooled while my cousin was just corralled at home and encouraged to read because his mother simply wasn't equipped to be a home-schooling teacher.

    As a result, he started to spend a lot of his time playing Unreal Tournament online. Back then everyone had dial-up, so it started to really frustrate me because he was one of the few peers I had whom I could call during the day since we were both at home, and it tied up the phone-line. Between him and the last crush I claimed during third-grade whom I still talked to on the phone from time to time but also found was tying up the line with the internet connection a lot, I got AOL Instant Messenger. This allowed me to talk to them some.
  • ☙ Shounen Jump came out in America in 2004, shortly after I started using AIM. My cousin bought the first two issues, and I borrowed them to read the YuGiOh manga. Then I kept borrowing them until finally, after he had thoroughly decimated the covers by using them as mousepads when playing Unreal, my cousin simply gave the issues to me because he had read everything he wanted to read in them and I clearly had much more interest in constantly revisiting them. I started to read YuYu Hakusho as well as it was the only other thing that really caught my interest (tried Naruto and One Piece at different times and didn't like them, though I don't recall if both of those were featured in the original issues in the US).
  • ☙ I was disappointed still that my cousin was always busy with being online. At some point, he referred me to the AIM screenname of a girl he had met on GameFAQs who happened to be much more into YYH than he was, even though he liked it. I set about trying to break the ice and talk to her, but she didn't really believe me about my intentions, so she pretended to after several efforts on my part to start talking to her. Then she invited me into a group chatroom with some of her more consistent friends from GameFAQs and they set about trying to trip me up and catch me in a lie to find out I was an older man or boy trying to creep on the girl. That didn't happen, and instead I met two of my first really enduring online friends in that chatroom even though I never did manage to become friends with that girl. One of those people I had to give up eventually due to his hostility related to mental health issues and misanthropy, but one of them I am still friends with to this day.
  • ☙ The next big leap for me was getting into reading books instead of watching the anime that was available in the American dub market and reading manga. Harry Potter was first becoming big when I was in third grade, but it took a few years to reach saturation. [personal profile] toxictsukino got really into Harry Potter at some point, but I couldn't do so because my parents while not necessarily hyper-conservative themselves are middlingly conservative and would listen to the hand-wringing of the crazy types who hated anything that was more complex or dark than Mickey Mouse for children's entertainment. They were super suspect of something that blatantly called its magic "witchcraft." So I couldn't really get into HP, but [personal profile] toxictsukino recommended Artemis Fowl to me, too. And so that became the next-best thing.
  • ☙ One of those online friends I made that I mentioned earlier suggested The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for me, which also became super formative in terms of helping to carve the niche into my brain that helped me to enjoy British absurdism that never quite tipped over the ugly nihilism line.
  • ☙ Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith came out in theaters in 2005. Before that, I had seen Star Wars: The Phantom Menace several times at a neighbor's house, but I didn't understand what Star Wars even was. She tried to explain it to me based on her grandfather's explanation, but I thought that she was talking pure nonsense when she told me that Anakin and Padme would get married one day based on the smile they shared in the sort of triumphant final scene (I'm sure her grandfather had helped her understand this but it was lost on me). Mostly she was into the character of Padme, so we just watched those scenes over and over. AOTC came out and went without my ever hearing a word about it. But then one day my cousin (the older sister of the aforementioned one) offered to take me with her and her oldest son (the one conceived while she was in high school) to see it. And thus I was hooked on Star Wars and specifically the prequel trilogy for a couple of years after that. I bonded with another cousin of mine over it.

  • Star Wars fixation stuck around for several years until I started attending public high school in tenth grade (2006-2007 school year). I didn't stop liking it because of anything internal. Rather, it was because starting school again after being free of its social pressures as a home-schooled student for so long were exhausting to me. Then I met and began my short-lived relationship with my abusive ex, and one of the first things he used to get to me was the fact that I was carrying a Star Wars book around with me for the first few weeks of school before I gave up on ever completing it. During that first semester, I completed my first fanvid which still exists in all its less than 240p glory:



    TBH I know it's rough and forced in parts, but a part of me is still actually kind of proud of it. If nothing else, it represents a sort of understanding of themes and a retention of material that I think I don't have anymore, probably due to lack of practice.

    Anyway, Star Wars as an interest kind of dried up for me a little bit at a time and then all at once due to depression setting in because of what I was going through in real life. Then it just didn't matter anymore and was somewhat soured by association. Then came...
  • ☙ Doctor Who. Doctor Who was recommended to me by the online friend whom I had to eventually give up contact with due to aforementioned issues. He happened to be British, and so he had the context to be excited when the revival came out in 2005. I had heard him talk about it for a bit, but I had a very fuzzy and inaccurate understanding of what it was about. (I think I assumed it was somehow about science fiction and medicine.) But then one day during the Christmas Break of that awful first year back in public high school, I saw a marathon of the show on. The first day, I didn't know what to think about it, but they must have been doing a lot of Doctor Who that week because it was when they were like first able to show Series 2 in the US or something? And slowly it slotted into place as something that gave me hope where I had utterly lost it. And Doctor Who is still an intense recurring interest for me because I feel like it gave me a lifeline where I had none. It was also the first fandom that I participated in actively on LiveJournal and when I started to understand the ins and outs of fandom culture as it existed at the time. I had dabbled in the periphery of being a voice in fandom since 2003 (when I was twelve) and made my first fanfiction.net account to comment on fics with and gradually started writing my own, but I feel like DW was the first one where I felt I was "in a fandom" while knowing what that meant.
  • ☙ Stargate SG-1 was big for me but mostly in the sense that it was the first thing I got into that didn't seem to hyper-idealize youth. I still like it a lot, but I also feel like I still haven't played out my feelings on the series to their full potential. I revisit it sometimes, but it is really sad to me that some of the heyday of that fandom is becoming lost to the sands of internet time and Russian LiveJournal.
  • ☙ At some point early in my senior year, I finally joined anime club. I had bailed on it when I started to a couple of years before, as I mentioned in another post incidentally tonight. But I didn't join out of any particular love for anime at the time. I was really only into the anime that I had always been into, and I hadn't picked up a new anime or manga in years. But I wanted to go to Katsucon with them that February just as a sort of affordable likeminded peer field trip. The anime club were nerds in other ways, lots of them were LGBT, and they were just gentle. I wasn't completely sure that I was bi at the time and waffled on it, but I knew at the very least that I was an ally, and I just liked being around a handful of people I knew from anime club. So when I started attending, one of the things they were screening at club meetings were the original like less-than-five-minute sometimes shorts of Axis Powers Hetalia. It's sort of cringey at this point, but that fandom is where I met my best friend on a one-on-one roleplaying matching website. And it helped me to conceptualize some stuff I was learning about history and was the only time I ever really cared about the Olymics, so there's that.
  • ☙ Merlin, the BBC series, was also a big moment for me in terms of fandom. It was one of the first things that taught me that it was okay to be critical of a property (there are aspects of Merlin that are just silly, bad, or hilariously low-budget) while also loving it a lot. It and SG-1 were the fandoms that I was into when I jumped ship from LJ to tumblr, I remember. The Chronicles of Narnia was also somewhere in there, particularly because I got into that narrative through the movies and would have no love for the books at all without them even though I think I generally admire some of the other things C.S. Lewis thought or did. But gosh check my Narnia tag if you wanna go into all that.
  • ☙ Going into college, my fandoms were mostly a sort of cycle of fandoms I already had for a while. The next big ones to come along waited a few years and were: the MCU and the Marvel universe in general via also liking X-Men: First Class a lot (more than Thor or Captain America TFA which also came out that year). I got into The Hunger Games first because Jennifer Lawrence had been in XMFC and was going to be Katniss, but upon reading the books I decided that Katniss was pretty miscast even though the movies aren't awful anyway.
  • ☙ The next big game-changer in terms of my fandom behavior was getting into Portal, the videogame. I played it just to mind-blank or to have something of small mental stimulation when I was too depressed to engage with other interests. Then I started making myself go for walks most days, trying to get back into some shape, and I found that as I listened to certain music, I was preoccupied with Chell and the worldbuilding that was within the game. I made a post about it on tumblr, a GLaDOS rp and ask blog replied, and I ended up making a Chell RP account. I'm still weirdly invested in Portal, and while I don't quite like how much of an The Office (UK) fusion it is on the Stephen Merchant fandom end of things, Blue Sky is still just the gold standard for what I wish I could contribute to fandom and holds up easily against any YA book I have ever read.
  • ☙ At the time of writing this, it is hard to think of any other big game-changers for me in terms of fandom. Since then, I have kind of known what I was about, even as I pingponged around the above-listed fandoms in cycles and learned to take on new ones. It is hard to think of any others that feel like they really moved me to feel differently about the experience except possibly The Expanse which just feels big and (no pun intended or is it) expansive and dark but emotionally not-nihilistic. And the mountains the fandom moved to save the show from cancellation are just one of those chef's-kiss inspiring moments of fandom not being full of Anti rhetoric and sucking really hard.


I probably haven't mentioned every fandom I like or have been interested in above, but that's sort of the shape of how I came to be here now.


Forgot this bit yesterday:

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From this list.

The two moments I’ll never forget in my life are… Describe them in great detail, and what makes them so unforgettable.

1. One thing I really strongly remember that is sort of a series of moments is the day when I started having more personal contact with the person who became my short-lived but very emotionally and coercively sexually abusive boyfriend in high school. I have this one day that I regret, and I often wonder how my life may have been differently if I had done something differently.

For some reason, perhaps because I had been sick or needed to miss class for a doctor's appointment or something, I had to stay after school to make up a Spanish quiz or test. I did so, and I was new to the school that year, and so I was really interested in plugging in with a club. I had tried drama club, but I was too afraid to do that because it required getting up really early on weekends sometimes, and I was already very tired and unaccustomed to getting up early. But anime club seemed reasonable, even though I hadn't been super into anything but nostalgic anime from my childhood for some time.

I finished my Spanish quiz, but it was before I had a cellphone, so I had prearranged to have my mother come pick me up a full hour after the end of school so I could drop into the anime club meeting after my quiz. It was right across the way from the classroom where I needed to be for making up my quiz. I found it, and I cracked open the door, and I stood there. And it was a crowded room at the time, and everyone was talking, but I couldn't really make heads or tails of what they were doing that day. When I finally did start going to anime club, it was a bit better-organized, but that day I was too shy to just finally push my way into the room and just act like I belonged there or find someone to ask.

Instead, I retreated, feeling defeated and alone, and went tearfully out to wait for my mom on the steps for the next forty minutes. I remember the wind and the sort of mild but gray day outside. And he was standing there waiting for his family to pick him up, too. I forget why he was there. Probably detention. But the thing was that at the time I sort of saw him as an underdog and a misfit much the way I felt like I was at the time rather than seeing that the reason people were put off by him was because he was dangerous.

It's a vivid series of flashes of pivotal decisions that I could have made differently, and I'm not sure if they will ever go away.

2. Another moment I remember really strongly has to do with online experience. I remember it was February, and one of my close friends and I had been participating in Fate fandom since the middle of the previous year. Sometime around December and January, she and I both became active on a forum about it. For months, we had this shared-headcanon universe that we wiled away the hours at our respective office jobs texting about during lulls. And we had sort of had this hypothetical division of primary subjects and labor, but we intended to write interconnected-universe fanfiction basically. And she started hers first while I started a different project, because I wanted to give her that because she was less experienced writing prose than I was. And she got a few chapters into it, and it was really good, but then one day she got this longer-than-the-chapter-itself diatribe from a user on the website about how ridiculously historically inaccurate this... mage wedding was...

And I just remember being in my dad's truck. He had given me a ride to a doctor's appointment or something, and I was waiting in the parking lot while he went into a store without me. And I was scrolling on my phone, and from the moment I saw that comment, I just knew that something had fundamentally changed. I knew that the moment she saw it, it would dishearten her, but a part of me knew that it meant the rest of those fics were never getting written and that what we had shared together was going to unravel because of this guy's outside influence. And I could say a lot more, but the short version is that I was right.
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Allusions to spoilers for Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker though I have not actually seen the movie.

So over the past couple of days I have been having a lot of trouble sleeping at correct hours, which sucks because prior to the past week I had been doing alright given the jetlag. It's almost like I get reverse-jetlag actually. I start work on Monday and it is almost 4:00 A.M. but here I am?

I have been spending a lot of time watching commentary youtube stuff, particularly Jenny Nicholson, whom I had heard of before but hadn't yet watched. Even though there are a few glaring instances where I disagree with her about something, I just so much relate to her approach to commentary and the way she interacts with the whole concept of fandom. A lot of her content is about Star Wars, and while it really hasn't been my "main fandom" since just before I discovered Doctor Who, I was really invested in The Last Jedi (and reylo, but just it as a movie).

I still haven't seen The Rise of Skywalker, and I have pretty much resigned myself to either not seeing it at all in theaters or waiting until all the fuss as slowed to a trickle or it ends up at the second-run theater. And it sucks a lot, because in the week prior to the week of release, it was something I was looking forward to. And then the shit hit the fan.

I'm learning more and more that just staying off twitter is actually better for my mental health, but because it is an access to a lot of material that just doesn't end up on websites like this one, and a lot of my friends refuse to jump ship to something like this, I always end up going back. At least for a time it felt "safer" than tumblr, but it seems like a lot of the infection that overtook tumblr discourse just took a while to make it to the microblogging medium.

I usually don't avoid spoilers very judiciously because, in general, I don't really feel disappointed by being spoiled. It doesn't detract from the experience for me, and if anything being aware of unfortunate things beforehand helps me to rationalize my way through them or at least brace myself before I watch something. They're content warnings of a sort. But on the day of the premiere before the wide release date, just after I had returned from Japan, I remember seeing the reylo folks I follow over on twitter almost immediately start posting unmarked spoilers or alluding to them very heavily at least. And that seems kind of rude, and I don't know if I missed a warning from them, but that's neither here nor there. Even if I had wished to avoid spoilers, I certainly didn't know that I needed to do it before Thursday of that week.

And every reylo person I followed seemed to just drag themselves in, absolutely exhausted.

And it isn't just the way the reylo "arc" basically terminated, became canon, and didn't matter in TROS all at once. It is a lot of other things, too.

And I basically began belatedly to try to just keep myself away from spoiler sources, but everywhere I went there was just no consideration to even warn for them, and so I just gave up. And honestly, it was less the spoilers themselves that bothered me than the fact that every single person I saw who was having an emotional reaction was having a negative one.

There were two notable exceptions. I know that one person on my reading page here was pleased with it, and one of my friends I text with loved it. And the latter said that she could see why some people would have an issue with it but that she felt like that some reylos in particular might have had unrealistic expectations and she would take what she got. But almost everyone seems let down, whether they were into reylo or finnpoe or something else or no ship at all.

And this whole video I am about to share by Jenny Nicholson manages to be funny while succinctly explaining a lot of what is wrong with the movie. There are like 20 things on her list, and yet I had somehow managed to become aware of all of them before deciding to just settle in for the right.

I felt the need to talk about my own emotional malaise that has come from having my expectations and hopes dashed before I was even able to go to see the film myself, even had I gone on opening night which I had elected not to do, and also to bring it back to something Jenny says in her video.

She says something to the effect that any franchise ending can have a lot riding on it but that one of the worst things that can happen is that the culmination of everything causes the audience to feel embarrassed or regretful about the fact that they were even looking forward to it in the first place. And that is a sense that I am getting from everyone's responses. I'm not even getting into the fact that it seems just soul-crushing to watch the cast get upset about the way they were treated both by the fans and by bad or at the very least inconsistent writing decisions. No one is happy or satisfied except those who manage to Pollyanna their way through scraps, though I am obviously making a generalization. Everyone got a lot of answers to questions and a few things they wanted but with no emotional payoff and not enough of anything anyone wanted.

There was talk of hope at the end of the last movie, and I feel like most people's hopes were just kind of burned out. It is a downer ending that seems to invalidate the momentum of the sequel trilogy and to reach its hands into the original trilogy and even the prequel trilogy to sort of snuff out any candle anyone held for those things mattering, too.

From all reports, it does seem like Jenny is right in her assessment that J.J. Abrams had an opinion about what he wanted Episode 8 to look like, but then he didn't do Episode 8. And when he came back to do Episode 9, it was like he decided to barely glance at what had been done in Episode 8 and discard anything that he wouldn't have done himself including the entirety of Rose's character. He just decided he would jam whatever he wanted to do with 8 into the front-end of 9 and then somehow manage to pretend he was writing the culmination to the story that was already there.





Anyway this video amused me and spoke to some of my deep frustrations with what happened before my eyes without my dragging myself to the theater to participate in a "cultural moment" that basically just seemed to be filled with rage and disappointment.

In the past, I always thought identifying as "a reylo" was weird. I don't know when it entered fandom parlance to describe oneself as the ship name of the ship you like. But the Rise of Anti Culture surrounding reylo itself makes me feel like I kind of understand why one would start to identify as a reylo out of a sense of solidarity.

Sometime after TLJ came out, I was dipping my toes into reylo content on tumblr. At the time, I was blissfully unaware of just how deep the rabbit hole went with how dismissive and outright cruel the Anti Reylos could be. I started to write a reylo fic that I actually had an outline for at the time (which is a rarity for me). But then I posted one chapter and never updated it, I think even though I had actually written more, because it failed to get even a single comment on AO3. (Link to the listing because I don't want to ever click on that smug little fic again.)

That in itself would be discouraging, but there is the fact that to this very day the very top result for reylo fic, sorted by kudos, is a twelve word troll fic that is intended to basically Rick Roll reylos into feeling bad about shipping their ship. And it has the top in terms of hits and kudos by such a large margin that it will probably always be there, ironic, cruel smiley face and all. And the fact is that the rise of the Anti movement such as it is was stoked very much from this very specific ship and the negative response to the very idea that people liked it and that, because some people liked it, it might become canon.

Well guess what? It did, but now NONE of us are actually satisfied.

A part of me is tempted, despite being spoiled to the point of absolutely no return, to hold off even more deliberately on seeing TROS and to just go back and try to dig that little fic I was trying to do more than a year ago now and see what I come up with. But it's just so disheartening to look at that freaking twelve-word juggernaut and to have it feel like my efforts are for nothing. I have been having a hard time writing anything at all lately. I haven't written a word since coming home from Japan, even though one of the main reasons I was looking forward to coming home was the notion of having time and enough sleep to write again. I'm just sad, and I really don't know how to help myself make it better.
prixmium: (ten x rose - windy white)
A lot of people have been doing decade in review posts, given that it is the end of the year and the decade. I'm honestly having a hard time recognizing that 2010 was the beginning of this decade and not 2001. I find that I have a relatively short-term conception of time, even though I feel like I'm ancient. I'm assuming that some of that is depression-brain, but I don't really know if there is more at play.

I remember very little about 2010. I think that it was one of the last years that LiveJournal was active enough to be worth using in my estimation. I remember campaigning for some of my friends to move here instead of to tumblr, but then I eventually caved after seeing a few really pretty gif edits. I made an account, and it took me a while to jump ship completely. I think the last big fandom for me on LiveJournal was Stargate SG-1, but by the time I moved to tumblr in March 2011, it was mostly Merlin with a dash of Narnia in there somewhere.

I had been into Doctor Who since 2007 or so, but it would always come and go in its importance.

The Merlin fandom still being active was the Age of Innocence in terms of my being a tumblr user who saw it as more good than harm to fandom. It was in the time immediately before SuperWhoLock took hold and its subsequent embarrassing fall.

2011 was also the year that I saw X-Men First Class and Thor. I had seen Iron Man and Iron Man 2, I think, but I saw both the aforementioned films when my best friend visited me IRL for the first time. Prior to that, I knew that comic book movies were becoming more popular, but I wasn't actually aware of the development of the MCU as a cohesive narrative or the efforts being made toward that. I loved Thor, but X-Men First Class stole my heart.

I made this fanvid about Loki before the entire "Avengers fandom" took hold. (I think of the "Avengers fandom" as being kind of different from the MCU fandom if that makes any sense?) It was sometime shortly after this that I stopped being able to work on fanvidding because the world moved on from Windows Movie Maker with a script extension and .avi. Recently, I have begun experimenting with trying again, but not with much direction or anything to show for it yet.

X-Men First Class was my introduction of Jennifer Lawrence. It was at that time that I was really experiencing my first and last season of being particularly enamored with the cast and crew of something. Learning that Michael Fassbender was likely not a very good man and seeing Jennifer Lawrence buy into her own press to the point of being apparently unable to take responsibility for anything and playing up her quirkiness to a point of blatant insincerity kind of blew up and burst the bubble for me. Since then, I have kind of avoided knowing too much about behind-the-scenes stuff when I am invested in a fictional franchise out of fear of it souring it for me. I don't think I'll ever stop loving XMFC, though.

Learning about Jennifer Lawrence and enjoying her performance as Raven | Mystique (which she later apparently came to resent so much which also upsets me) led me to be interested in the fact that she had been chosen to portray Katniss Everdeen in the upcoming film adaptation of The Hunger Games. I had heard of The Hunger Games and at that particular point had not quite lost my high-school habit of reading all the time even though I was a couple of years into college. I had seen posts on tumblr about being one of the very few people on the platform who had not read The Hunger Games and it being a sort of joke. It is weird to think about that kind of cohesive sense of neighborly unity within fandom or tumblr's userbase at this point in time.

I picked up the first book at Walmart after some hem-hawing about it around the holidays. I blazed through it and remember buying the second and/or third books before Christmas break was over. I remember anticipating March 2012 intensely. I went to the midnight premiere with a girl I was in an art class with at the time that I took just-because at my university. She and I had gone to high school together, and she had been a cheerleader who dated boys constantly. I remember talking to her that night and various things came up including the fact that I was probably bi. At the time, she still insisted that she was probably straight. Within a year, she had moved to a slightly larger city, become a Hooters girl, and married a woman. (Maybe marrying her took a little longer, but still.) As far as I know, they're still married.

I don't know anyone personally anymore on a local level. Everyone either left, moved on, or both.

The Hunger Games as a movie was... okay. I remember thinking that they were very faithful to the first couple of chapters of the book to the detriment of some of the worldbuilding and Peeta's characterization. It had a lot of heart put into it as an adaptation, but the shaky cam did not age well whatsoever, and I remember feeling that it was initially a triumph just in that it didn't blatantly suck. However, I felt like they basically spent too much of their time and energy on the establishing shots to the expense of everything else in the story, like they did it chronologically and were running out of zest for it by the last act of the film.

Nevertheless, being into that and seeing it go from a book fandom to a film fandom to virtual silence was interesting and sort of melancholy. I remember being really taken with the creativity of the fandom right at the juncture where trailers and promotional material were out but the film itself hadn't come out yet. There were fan films and parodies. There was also a lot of actually kind of "classy" marketing. I remember there being a series of China Glaze nail polishes of which I bought several. They were based on the, like, primary export of each of the Districts. And I remember discussions about how ironic the level of commercial marketing there was for the series was, given that we were basically being proven to "be the Capitol." By the time Catching Fire came out in theaters in 2013, I had drawn away from the fandom considerably because of the aforementioned disillusionment and the way in which the fandom seemed to sort of fizzle in my neck of the woods once the movies became a thing more than the books. I do remember there being another wave of commercial marketing, but this time all of the stuff was available at Walmart, and the cosmetics partnership was with CoverGirl. Not that this is a bad thing. If merchandise should be available to the primary audience, the fact that they did things that would be available at Walmart rather than only at mall stores and beauty supply shops was probably better-aimed in the end.

2012 was the year of The Avengers too. I remember making it to a showing in another city by the skin of my teeth. It is the last time I even remember trying to go to a local theater and finding that the film I wanted to see was sold out. I was disappointed enough that I bought a ticket in another city like 45 minutes away and drove there fast that Saturday and had to settle for being much closer to the screen than I prefer. But it felt like a cultural moment. Much like The Hunger Games, the film hasn't aged that well. But it felt like I was there, that showing up meant something. The whole thing with midnight showings of certain highly-anticipated blockbusters and it being a sort of thing for fans who bothered with extra perks has since given way to opening day just being Thursday for most big-tent productions, and that cheapens it somehow. It removes a bit more of the illusion that it is anything but a cash-grab, y'know.

I recall Agents of SHIELD coming out that year and rushing home from a local burger stand type place with a small sandwich and a big tea to watch the first episode. It... really didn't catch me from the first moment, because AOS has always had this way of not quite being what I expect it to be at first brush. And over time, that has actually endeared it to me more than the MCU proper much of the time, but again - I bothered to show up.

At some point during the post-Avengers 2012 era, I also got into Young Avengers and Matt Fraction's Hawkeye comic which remain the only western comics I've ever even tried to keep up with. I gave up on collecting the latter at some point, but I know that I own most of the main canon of the first run of YA... somewhere.

Looking at my old tumblr archive one thing that stands out to me is how my interests sort of bled into each other and didn't just suddenly cease back then. I think that this had to do with the fact that even though I was on tumblr almost every day, I didn't feel this never-ending pressure to keep up, and the tone of discourse was still different-enough that it didn't feel like doing anything was going to be stepping on a landmine. People still answered each other's questions rather than ignoring people in a way that made them feel all alone in fandom if they weren't "popular" and "pure" or devolving into screaming and harassment.

It is at this point that my memory becomes a bit fuzzy. And in this case, I don't even think it was because I was having a particularly brain-blanked period of time. I know that during 2013, I got really into Pacific Rim and that maybe it was just before that that Portal had taken an oddly prominent role in my life. For a little while, I was one of the most well-known Chell roleplayers and one of the longest-lived, though it eventually got to a point where no one would roleplay with me because I was... too good at writing, according to them. So I moved on to Raleigh Beckett for a while, but then someone in that fandom snapped my heart in two, and I guess that might be one reason it's hard to remember with any greater specificity.

And 2014 was the last year fandom on tumblr felt good in any way rather than just tolerable to bad. It was the year that Captain America: The Winter Soldier came out, and there was a brief resurgence of people trying to be actively social based on topics of interest with little "networks" and using private tumblrs that had only network-pages on their landing pages to chat with each other about common interests. Those quickly became little more tan excuses for people who had amassed some level of popularity to lord it over people, to make a pretty minimalist set of graphics, and to move on quickly, though. TWS was the last movie I remember having very low expectations of and coming out with my world just altered. And somehow it was at that midpoint of the decade when everything started to change in tone. Things became lonelier and darker. People started conflating political discourse and fandom discourse to the point that it was no longer a discussion about representation in mainstream media but one about entitlement.

And as I try to carry on, I could mention a few other fandoms that have come onto my radar since then. The Expanse and Arrow/the CW DCTV universe were somewhere in there. As were other less fandomy shows that I was briefly really into like Skins and Pretty Little Liars. But really, I am sort of running out of steam here, and it doesn't really feel like I am doing anything that momentous. All I know is that this decade feels like it has been two really separate eras of time for me: the one in which I was in university and discovering new things, albeit online rather than through nightlife and drug use, and the one where I was constantly bracing for impact and drawing away from being too involved with things lest I get hurt.

I kind of wonder if that had to do specifically with everything that getting into Fate/stay night and its fandom entailed, or if that was just a coincidence.

This article really sums up another of my laments better than I ever could: The Decade Fandom Went Corporate.

Oh, and we got our dog Charlie in 2011. He was named after Charles Xavier on my part, but my parents accepted it because my step-grandfather was named Charlie.

I started writing this post trying to see if there would be some eureka moment where I could take my fandom experiences of the past decade and help establish a coherent narrative that helped me to make any sort of statement about what the decade meant or the what the subsequent decade might mean. But I really can't. It's so fractured down the middle that any effort to continue with this seems meaningless. I can say that while fandom isn't my entire life, it has represented a large part of the accompaniment of my life when anything felt like it was going well. That sort of symbiotic, if parasocial relationship with a piece of media has always accompanied contentment, whether it was the source of it or something that ran alongside. And I guess that even though I still like things and occasionally get preoccupied with them, I no longer experience that kind of zest for anything. It feels like that and in many other things that I have cauterized myself against disappointment to a degree that nothing will feel like the first half of the decade did again in terms of hope or anything else.

And I guess that's it, then.
prixmium: (tardis)
So if you read my marathon of a rant previous-post, you know I am thinking about writing at least one of two Narnia fics that have been niggling in the back of my mind since I was probably about seventeen years old. (I'm 28 now for reference.)

I've also been talking about Doctor Who and a lot of other fandoms that have lay more-active than Narnia in my brain but still fairly untouched as far as my fic endeavors.

If one looks at my AO3 profile ([archiveofourown.org profile] Prix) one will see that I have a lot of one-shots for exchanges, a sudden burst of writing YuGiOh crack-taken-seriously fic that I may one day get back around to if I start watching YGOTAS and/or the actual series again, and several unfinished WIPs, particularly in the Fate fandom.

As far as the more-recent WIPs I have, I do have some hope of finishing them someday.

And yet it feels like I have this backlog of mental work to do, even when it is fun, that seems pretty insurmountable. I find that when I am conscious enough to do anything fandom-wise, I am almost always feeling pressured to be productive by an internal sense that I am running out of time.

I guess that one reason I would really like to go back and pull some of these ideas from back when I was seventeen out of the dust and give them my best shot is that it feels sort of like a linear dive back into my psyche. While what I would produce now is likely quite different from what I would have done a decade ago, it seems like it is better to have something to show for an idea than to try to "let it go" into the ether. I would like to have some kind of artifact for what I was thinking, and I feel like it might sort of defragment and unclog my brain to work on not only the Narnia stuff but just content for fandoms that I haven't visited in a while.

For a time, I felt sort of trapped in the Type Moon fandom, and my experiences with gatekeeper-type fans who were curative sticklers for lore except when they didn't like it kind of killed my fannish creative instinct, along with adulting stress, and I would really like to find my way back.

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