#Fan Studies Pedagogies

[canmom]

Hello! I absolutely love your blog, everything from your festival recounts to animation analysis and programming (one of tumblr's recommended posts was the one where you made your own rasteriser, and I liked your attitude in what I've read so much that I'm gonna attempt to conquer my 3-year-long grudge against using opengl during college and do something similar now that I'm a bit older and have no deadlines :D).

But anyway, I have 2 questions (sorry if there's easily accessible answers, tumblr search is not helping): 1. During your animation nights, does the screen stay black while everyone watches their own video while you provide commentary? I haven't caught any yet but maybe someday! And 2. do you have any youtube channels or just one-off video essays that you like that also cover animation/directors? Or, even programming lol.

Sorry for the long ask have a nice day!

hiii! i'm very touched that you like my dorky eclectic blog <3

For the Animation Nights, I just stream the video over Twitch from local sources on my computer, typically by playing the video in mpv and recording it in OBS. This is obviously not ideal from a video quality perspective, but it's the easiest way to watch video in sync without making everyone download files in advance. Then we all chat in the Twitch chat box (in large part to crack stupid jokes, it's not that highbrow lmao). I've gotten away with it so far!

As for youtube channels, I can recommend...

anime production/history (i.e. sakuga fandom)

SteveM is likely the most sakuga-fan affiliated anituber. He makes long, well-researched and in-depth videos on anime history, usually themed around a particular director or studio.

Pyramid Inu might be my fave anituber - very thoughtful analysis of Gundam, obscure mecha anime and oldschool BL and similar topics. tremendously soothing voice too.

The Canipa Effect does excellent deep dives into the production of specific shows, both western and anime. I appreciate the respect he gives to the Korean animators of shows like AtlA in particular!

Sean Bires's 2013 presentation on sakuga is pretty foundational to this whole subcultural niche, and a great place to get an introduction to the major animator names to know and significant points in the history of anime. unfortunately a couple of the segments got slapped down by copyright but the rest holds up!

animation theory (for animators and aspirants)

I'm going to focus here on resources that are relevant to animation in general, and 2D animation. if I was going to list every Blender channel we'd be here all week :p

New Frame Plus is one of the best channels out there for game animation, describing in tightly edited videos how animation principles work in a game context and analysing the animation of various games. highly recommend

Videogame Animation Study is similar, examining the animation of specific games in detail

the 'twelve principles of animation' (defined by Disney's Ollie Johnston and Frank Thomas) remain the standard approach to animation pedagogy; there are various videos on them, but Alan Becker (of Animator vs Animation) has quite a popular series. I haven't actually watched these but many people swear by them! Dermot O'Connor expands the list to 21. Note that some of the terminology can be a little inconsistent between different animators - c.f. 'secondary motion'...

Dong Chang is an animator at Studio NUT, who produces a lot of fantastic, succinct videos on standard techniques in the anime industry, timesheet notations, etc. etc. Studio Bulldog, a small anime studio, are a good complement; they focus more on douga than genga and are generally a bit more traditional.

programming

big topic here, I'm going to focus on game dev and tech art since that's my field. but also some general compsci stuff that's neat

SimonDev - graphics programmer with a bunch of AAA experience, fantastic explanations of advanced optimisations and some of the more counterintuitive aspects of rendering

Acerola - graphics programmer who makes very detailed guides to a variety of effects with a very rapid and funny 'guy that has seen monogatari' editing style. When he's good, he's really good. His video on water is probably the best one I've seen (though I can recommend a couple of others).

TodePond - the most charming, musical videos about recursion and cellular automata you've ever seen. less programming tutorial and more art in themselves.

Ben Eater - known for his breadboard computer series, a fantastic demonstration of how to go from logic gates up to the 6502 with actual hardware. worth watching just for how clean he puts the wires on his breadboards like goddamn man

Sebastian Lague, Useless Game Dev - both do 'coding adventure' style videos where they spend a few weeks on some project and then document it on Youtube, resulting in a huge library of videos about all sorts of fascinating techniques. great to dive into

Freya Holmér - creator of the 'shapes' library, makes videos on mathematical programming, with gorgeously animated vector graphics. Her video on splines is a particular treat.

There are definitely many more channels I can recommend on these subjects, but I'll need to dig into my history a bit - unfortunately I need to rush out right now, but hopefully that should be good to be getting going with!

[pingnova]

Supernatural (2005) through the lens of narratology, recent roundup

Wikipedia: Narratology is the study of narrative and narrative structure and the ways that these affect human perception. [...] Cognitive narratology is a more recent development that allows for a broader understanding of narrative. Rather than focus on the structure of the story, cognitive narratology asks "how humans make sense of stories" and "how humans use stories as sense-making instruments".

Supernatural is a very attractive media franchise for narratologists. There are quite a few papers that include narratological analysis of Supernatural and related phenomena, such as narrative perception in fandom. Here are some from the past decade. I'll continuously update this if I find more.

Favard, F. (2018). Angels, demons and whatever comes next: the storyworld dynamics of Supenatural. Series - International Journal of TV Serial Narratives, 4(2), 19–26. https://doi.org/10.6092/issn.2421-454X/8164 (full text, pdf button hidden towards the bottom of the page)

Herbig, Art; and Herrmann, Andrew F.. 2016. Polymediated Narrative: The Case of the Supernatural Episode "Fan Fiction". International Journal of Communication. Vol.10 1-18. http://ijoc.org/index.php/ijoc/article/view/4397 ISSN: 1932-8036 (full text, pdf)

García, A. (2016). A Storytelling Machine: The Complexity and Revolution of Narrative Television. Between, 6(11). https://doi.org/10.13125/2039-6597/2081 (full text, pdf button hidden towards the bottom of the page)

Wilcox, R. V., Abbott, S., & Howard, D. L. (2018). A tribute to David Lavery: Television canon, television creativity. Critical Studies in Television, 13(4), 455–469. https://doi.org/10.1177/1749602018799246 (restricted, webpage)

Theological narrative

Nosachev, Pavel. 2020. "Theology of Supernatural" Religions 11, no. 12: 650. https://doi.org/10.3390/rel11120650 (full text, webpage)

Fandom narrative

Boni, Marta, and Valentina Re. “The Monster at the End of This Book.” Essay. In World Building: Transmedia, Fans, Industries, 321–42. Amsterdam, North Holland: Amsterdam University Press, 2017. (full text, pdf)

Rouse, Lauren. 2021. "Fan Fiction Comments and Their Relationship to Classroom Learning." In "Fan Studies Pedagogies," edited by Paul J. Booth and Regina Yung Lee, special issue, Transformative Works and Cultures, no. 35. https://doi.org/10.3983/twc.2021.1911. (full text, webpage) @transformativeworksandcultures

[saintsr]

Hola

Hello

Creó que es demasiado tarde para esto pero bueno, soy una Missasaurio, si es nikname es confuso pero lo hice por Saint Seiya y era una T no una R pero bueno. Reblogueo arte del Death duo, Pissa, he visto anime asi que es probable que haga adaptaciones Este espacio solo lo usaba para ver arte de mis shipps (no del QSMP Marvel Stony, Yu-Gi-Oh!GX Spiritshipping, Bleach IchidaxIshigo tambi��n tengo hetero y un yuri). No me gusta pelear asi que bloqueare todo lo que no me guste, tengo opiniones y gustos fuertes, no soy multishipper si te gusta otra pareja te dejare en paz y disfrutare tu contenido saltando lo que no me gusta. He estado en medio de peleas de Shipps no me gusta nunca me ha gustado.

Posiblemente escriba mas o no, quien sabe la inspiracion es rara acabo de hacer un QSMPxXXXHolic por si te interesa, tratare de compartir videos de C!Missa o cosas que me recuerden a el.

Soy un año menor que Missa asi que siento podria ser la tia o hermana mayor de varios de aquí.

Herman@s Missasaurios vengan tengo galletas y leche caliente hay que cuidarnos entre nosotros también hagamos un fuerte de seguridad solo quiero amigos para compartir, soy muy tímida asi que es mi primera vez interactuando con muchos.

Gracias.

Hello

He thinks it's too late for this but hey, I'm a Missasaur, if it's a nikname it's confusing but I did it for Saint Seiya and it was a T not an R but hey. I reblog art from the Death duo, Pissa, I've seen anime so it's likely I'll make adaptations This space was only used to see art from my ships (not QSMP Marvel Stony, Yu-Gi-Oh!GX Spiritshipping, Bleach IchidaxIshigo I also have hetero and a yuri). I don't like fighting so I will block everything I don't like, I have strong opinions and tastes, I am not a multishipper, if you like another couple I will leave you alone and enjoy your content, skipping what I don't like. I've been in the middle of Shipps fights I don't like it I never liked it.

I may write more or not, who knows the inspiration is rare, I just did a QSMPxXXXHolic in case you are interested, I will try to share videos of C!Missa or things that remind me of him.

I'm a year younger than Missa so I feel like I could be the aunt or older sister of several people here.

Sisters and Brothers whatever you identify Missasaurios come I have cookies and hot milk we have to take care of each other let's also make a security fort. I just want friends to share, I'm very shy so it's my first time interacting with many.

Thanks.

También me interesa ( I'm a Big Fan)

Kof The King of Fighters

Resident Evil

Silent Hill

Estoy en un juego para móviles llamado NOD Nations of Darkness

Películas de terror /Horror Movies

Ju-On The Curse

The Ring El aro

Las he visto en J-Horror y Americanas

Scream

Anime

Saint Seiya

Dragon Ball

Yu-Gi-Oh

Sakura CC

XxxHolic

Tsubasa Reservior Chronicles

Death Note

Inuyasha

Ranma 1/2

Pokemon

Capitan Tsubasa

Shiki

DC&Marvel

Estudie pedagogía asi que si puedo ser maestra, orientadora y despiadada como los de Recursos Humanos. I studied pedagogy so yes, I can be a teacher, a counselor and a ruthless one like those in Human Resources.

[obsolete-stars-if]

That's amazing, good luck on your Bible journey

i think my bible journey and my general spiritual journey is so fucking funny. you look at me and im like a guy, wearing pink dresses and cat ears regularly outside. and i end up being targeted by christian ppl who tell me to find god/read the bible, and i whip out my 3 bibles, multiple 10-15 page documents about bible analysis, theology studies and majoring in religious pedagogy, and they r terrified, bcs not only am i on their side, but way more into it than they ever will be. And they realize im the future pastor of their kids.

but in general tho, bible reading can be so much fun. the different translations and their intents behind their wordings, realizing the many authors and translators attempts at keeping myths, stories, laws and (back then) current events, that shaped history as a whole, into a single coherent book, the differences between the original writing and the more sophisticated translations, the historical and cultural meanings behind certain phrases and actions, wanting to answer every possible question in a single book. if you don't look at the bible in a religious way like I do (im not actively christian, but baptized, confirmed and active in the community, so denying Christianity as a whole for myself, even tho I don't vibe with it, just feels wrong bcs of the endless influences it had on me) but rather at what it actually is, a collection of myths, laws, stories and attempts at explaining the world, it's way easier to understand, get into and digest.

its a historical book, and its sad that the loudest fans of it, have the media literacy of a 6yo watching coco melon all day. Its so disheartening to see the community and church condemn ppl to hell, on the basis of nothing in the bible, just for a power trip.

i could talk about the bible for hours and days without a break, but the people who i want to reach wouldn't listen bcs of their previous treatment in the church, and i cant blame them. bcs fuck, i cant separate the church from the bible, as much as i want to. the same ppl who use the bible as a reason to hurt others, wont ever accept that there are many different interpretations of it, and each of them are valid and important, the bible doesnt exclude, and in fact celebrates non believers if they return and found their truth, regardless of if it includes god or not.

the bible has many stories that can help people through pain and hardship by giving them answers and an ear that listens to their pain. besides revelations. i fucking hate it i will personally dig everyone out who decided to put that in and i stab them and throw in a river before burning them and i'd offer their rotten ass hearts to ammit if she wouldnt get food poisoning from it and i hope they burn in fucking hell and get their asses spanked nonconsensually with flaming whips drenched in acid while maggots and rats eat through their stomachs and crows pick at their eyes -- I have very strong opinions about revelations.

But I think ending on my intense hate of revelations is a good stop to my bible ramblings for now.

[litbaldhead]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. / december 19th.

─── a list for the real i͟z͟z͟y͟.

no warnings, just me. (this could be a warning. ‼️

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✦ my name is isabelle and i am nineteen years old.

✦ i was born and currently live in brazil, but i'm fluent in english.

✦ i started writing all kinds of writing in 2019, and i've been practicing ever since.

✦ i'm librian, and i definitely act like one lol.

✦ i use feminine pronouns, but it's always been something i've never minded.

✦ i'm a big fan of harry potter, the walking dead, the sims, friends, modern family, tlou and others.

✦ i'm pansexual, but i've never really labeled myself as such. i just love everyone :D

✦ my favorite artists are lana del rey, taylor swift, tyler the creator, drake, rihanna, lady gaga. ugh, i'm eclectic.

✦ my favorite food is hamburgers, they can be generic yes, but they are so tasty and come in many flavors. i love them.

✦ i don't work, but i'm studying pedagogy to be a cool teacher ;))))

✦ i have so many hobbies that i can't even list them, but i really like cooking and writing.

✦ my favorite characters are daryl dixon (if you didn't know) and rosita espinosa (you really didn't know).

[jedivoodoochile]

Remembering the great John Coltrane (September 23, 1926 – July 17, 1967)

"Today, Coltrane continues to be a musical inspiration for both fans and musicians alike, and his recorded legacy is essential study for any aspiring jazz musician. ‘Giant Steps’ and the underlying harmonic movement of Coltrane’s 16-bar composition – often called “the Coltrane Changes” – have long been a settled module in jazz education pedagogy. So with almost all professional jazz musicians under the age of 40 having enjoyed at least some degree of formal jazz education, it is not unreasonable to suggest that among jazz musicians, and so within jazz itself, Giant Steps may well be the most influential jazz album of all time.

Coltrane’s solos have been transcribed and analysed by countless scholars, he has been the subject of hundreds and hundreds of academic dissertations and there have been seven biographies of him in the English language alone, the most recent Lewis Porter’s definitive John Coltrane: His Life and Music. Indeed, so much has been written about Coltrane that it might appear you need a doctorate of music to go anywhere near his recordings.

Nothing could be further from the truth, as Giant Steps demonstrates so eloquently. His music contains universal values that still speak to us now – the essential humanity of his work, the sheer joy of music making and the power and energy of his playing that even today can be both moving and uplifting. These are values that can be enjoyed by anyone and everyone, just as Coltrane intended."

- Stuart Nicholson / Jazzwise

Photo: by Burt Goldblatt

[juguiuw]

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-uhmm...I'm a rat(that means I play LoL, ups)

-maybe kinda obvious, but my fav color is pink Uwu

-I'm a minion irl but all my characters are tall-

-I'm studying pedagogy :3 I'm Ms. Jugui(?

-The first serious drawing I ever made was a Hatsune Miku in 2014- 💀

-I used to be an EXO fan Chanyeol I love U

If I have not been posting so much stuff if bc I´m lazy, uni makes me lazy

And I'm busy reading settphelios fanfics

[wortzentriert]

A Summary of the Pedagogy of Charlotte Mason

Introduction

Charlotte Mason was an English educator (1842–1923) who over the course of a long career established a teachers’ college and several schools and authored a six-volume work on her new philosophy of education for home and school. She advocated a rich, high-quality, interesting curriculum for all children, not merely to “educate” them, but also to guide them in the development of character and cultivate in them a lifelong love of learning.

At Trinity School we seek to implement many of Mason’s insights and ideas. Below you will find a summary of some of her major tenets and techniques and the way that they are implemented in Trinity’s program and curriculum.

Five of Mason’s Basic Ideas

1. The child is a full person.

Mason observed that, though young, children are already full persons. They are made in the image of God, and they are worthy of respect; they are also sinful and thus in need of restraint and guidance. They are created desiring to learn. They are not passive, merely waiting to be filled with information, but are active seekers, eager for ideas.

2. Education is the “science of relations.”

By this Mason means that a child wants to be knowledgeably connected to and related to the world, and it is the task of education to enable and foster this.

3. Children deserve a rich curriculum.

Mason believed that children can tell good materials from poor ones, and accordingly, she advocated a curriculum that allows children to interact with the best materials available and ones suited to their developmental stage. This includes “living books” (well-written, worthwhile books, the classics of all eras); classics of art, music, and literature; and ample opportunity to interact first-hand with the actual materials of nature and science.

4. Learning should be teacher-guided and self-directed.

Mason sought to “fan the flame” of the child’s innate curiosity and love of learning. She did not encourage the self-directed learning in which a child creates his or her own curriculum; rather, she planned a wide curriculum, chose materials, and then stood back. She noted, “The function of a teacher is to design learning experiences, not principally to convey information.” Her phrase “masterly inactivity” describes the work of the teacher: lecturing little, not getting between the students and their books, pictures, or science, but remaining immediately available to guide or stimulate the students whenever the need appears.

5. Atmosphere educates.

Mason believed that children unavoidably learn from the atmosphere of the home and classroom. Whether we intend it or not, they will detect and learn carefulness or laziness; politeness or disrespect; self-discipline or intemperance. Homes and schools need to intentionally create an atmosphere that encourages and supports the desired character and behavior in our children.

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Mason’s Techniques

At Trinity we seek to implement a number of Mason’s techniques that make learning more efficient, more effective, and longer-lasting: narration, nature study, picture study, and scheduled free time.

Narration

In narration, the teacher (or the student, if older) reads a selection from an age- appropriate “living book,” that is, a well-written book offering a complete, coherent thought from a writer who is knowledgeable about and cares deeply about a subject (a primary source) or who has deeply absorbed the subject from others (secondary source). After this one reading, the class “tells back” or narrates back the selection. This method teaches students to pay careful attention to their material the first time they hear or see it. In the careful observation and in the retelling, they make the material their own. This learning is both time- efficient and effective in terms of long-term retention; it reduces the need for teacher-centric lecturing and increases the opportunities for students themselves to interact with the materials.

Nature study

In nature study, teachers lead students outdoors to observe and/or collect actual specimens. Students later draw or paint the natural items they saw or collected, sometimes creating a “nature notebook” in which to catalog and describe their finds. This type of study is accessible to children both young and old; it relates them to the physical world while developing their powers of observation and creating in them a lifelong appreciation for the flora and fauna in the world around them. This is in contrast to the dry, second-hand, “textbook” science that can seem unrelated to the outside world.

Picture study

In picture studies, the teacher shows students a picture (of a famous painting or photograph, for example) and gives the students a period of time in which to study it. When the time is up, the picture is turned over and students tell back from memory what they remember about the picture. Like in narration, the students sharpen their powers of observation and memory, and in the studying and retelling they make the pictures “their own.”

Scheduled free time

Mason insisted that children need “free time” in which to pursue their interests, read, reflect, and simply play. In her schools, students spent the morning actively engaged in their subjects, and they devoted their afternoons to nature, music, reading, and play. At Trinity, we seek to build into our schedule the time for children to pursue self-directed learning, with their teacher close at hand to provide direction, stimulation, and support.

Charlotte Mason and the Classical Approach

Mason’s philosophy differs in some significant ways from the more traditional classical approach. In the classical model, students are seen as passive vessels waiting to be filled with knowledge, and the main pedagogical method is the lecture, which conveys information from teacher to student. Mason, on the other hand, viewed students as active learners whose natural curiosity and desire to learn is to fostered and encouraged through teacher-guided, self-directed learning. The classical approach centers on learning that respects the three stages of mental development (the Grammar, Logic, and Rhetoric stages), while Mason’s philosophy highlights the three realms of education: formal in-school education, formal out- of-school education (such as music or art lessons or organized athletics or clubs), and informal education (learning that takes place around the dinner-table, for example, or during unstructured free time activities).

Both of these approaches are similar, however, in their emphasis on the use of the highest possible quality curricular materials, whether in literature, art, music, history, or science. Neither approach advocates undue acceleration: the classical model holds that students learn best in a program suited to their developmental stage, while Mason believed that children both need and profit from ample, unhurried opportunities to discover things for themselves and develop an enduring love of learning.

Trinity’s educational philosophy seeks to implement the best from both these approaches. We join the classical framework of the Trivium, which respects our students’ stages of development, with Mason’s insights on the child as active, interested, engaged learner, to create an educational program that we believe will lead our students to think clearly and critically for themselves and to develop a lifelong love of learning.

Mason often said, “Education is a life, an atmosphere, a discipline.” In the following chart are summarized some of the ways that we aim to implement Mason’s philosophy at Trinity School.

Concept Implementation

Education is a life, and the food of mental life is ideas.

- Children are eager to learn and want to learn many things. (They want to be related to God, to people, to things, to ideas.)

- Children are discerning learners.

- Children are capable of learning for themselves.

- Offer a wide, rich curriculum in art, science and nature, Bible, history, and literature.

- Make use of nature, outdoor play materials, and especially living books.

- Use the highest quality materials available. - Emphasize the “classics,” more original sources, fewer textbooks.

- Avoid what Mason calls “twaddle.”

- Use a teacher-guided but self-directed pedagogical approach whenever possible.

- Less lecturing, more interaction with actual materials provided by the teacher or available on the school grounds.

Atmosphere educates.

- Children learn from their atmosphere, whether it is good or bad.

- Provide an orderly atmosphere that energizes, stimulates, and encourages students.

- Provide an atmosphere that is neither childish nor overprotective.

Education disciplines.

- Education forms habits in children.

- Develop children’s powers of attention (through narration) and observation (through nature and picture studies).

- Provide an environment that encourages self- control, independent thinking, and listening to and obeying God.

[fanhackers]

Meet the Volunteer : Shyamala

Hello there!

I, (she/her/hers), am Shyamala—feel free to rhyme that with Pamela—and I’ve been posting with Fanhackers for a few months now. I’ve an M.A. in English Lit and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing, and I’ve been writing fanfic since I was a kid. As an Indian, I often lurk in the liminal spaces of crossovers, and my fandom consumption tends towards podfic and race, two mainstays of my academic interests in fan studies.

As a creative, my original work focuses on young adult and new adult writing, mixed in with queer desi joy. I started out as a fanfic writer who then ventured into original writing; as such, I am very interested in both writing pedagogies of fic writers as well as the interplay between original and fannish work, particularly when it comes to creative practices of writers.

As a magpie nerd who likes learning shiny new things, I’m happy to chat! You can find me lurking on twitter. Live long and prosper!

[charlesbarnett]

Harmony in Transition - From Rocking Stages to Shaping Minds as a Middle School Teacher

Charles Barnett Education has made a stunning transformation from strumming guitar chords on a raucous stage to orchestrating lessons in a bustling middle school environment. This seemingly incongruous transition, from the vibrant energy of a rock band to the challenging rhythm of an educational setting, became a beautiful symphony of change for him. This shift in roles didn't just occur, but evolved harmoniously, intertwining the melodious charm of his music with the intricate artistry of teaching. In this profile, we delve deeper into Charles Barnett's remarkable journey, exploring the trials, triumphs, and surprising intersections encountered along his path from musician to educator.

Our protagonist thrived in the realm of music. The dim glow of stage lights, the electric hum of amplifiers, and the camaraderie of bandmates formed the backdrop of his early years. As a guitarist, his fingers danced across the frets, weaving melodies that resonated with audiences in darkened venues. The rush of adrenaline and the euphoria of a live performance were his daily companions. However, life is a symphony of changes, and our protagonist found himself at a crossroads. Seeking a new crescendo, he decided to channel his passion for music in a different direction. The transition from a life of constant motion on stage to the structured environment of a middle school classroom was both daunting and exhilarating. Charles Barnett Greenville SC

Charles Barnett, the man who had once reveled in the limelight of the music industry, found himself in a new role as a middle school teacher where he faced an assortment of challenges. The massive concert stages of his past were replaced by the smaller, but no less significant, stage of a classroom. The cheers of adoring fans were now exchanged with the curious and eager eyes of young students. His new rhythm section was not a band, but the daily tasks of lesson planning, grading, and classroom management, each day presenting a new melody of tasks to be harmoniously orchestrated.

One significant challenge he faced was adapting his unique communication style. In the classroom, he quickly unearthed that the language and rhythm of music did not always seamlessly translate into the language of pedagogy. As a result, patience and flexibility became his guiding principles as he endeavored to connect with his students on a completely new wavelength, one that required a different kind of tuning. His journey was undoubtedly a symphony of learning, filled with various movements and crescendos, each contributing to the masterpiece of his new career.

Despite the initial disparities, our protagonist, a young and ambitious individual, soon uncovered unexpected parallels between his two worlds. As he delved deeper into the realm of music, he realized that the discipline required to master an instrument mirrored the same level of dedication needed to excel academically. The long hours spent practicing scales and perfecting his technique were not so different from the countless hours spent studying textbooks and solving complex equations.

But the parallels didn't end there. The teamwork ingrained in the dynamics of a band translated seamlessly into collaborative classroom projects. The man found himself effortlessly applying the same principles of harmony and synchronization he had learned from playing in a band to working with his classmates on group assignments. Just as the different instruments in a band come together to create a harmonious melody, the diverse skills and perspectives of his classmates came together to produce exceptional results. In a delightful twist, the man discovered that he could use musical metaphors to explain complex concepts in the classroom. The classroom became his stage, where he would passionately deliver his lessons with the rhythm and cadence of a seasoned performer. His students were captivated by his unique teaching style, as learning took center stage and became a captivating experience for all.

Despite the initial disparities, our protagonist soon uncovered unexpected parallels between his two worlds. The discipline required to master an instrument mirrored the dedication needed to excel academically. The teamwork ingrained in band dynamics translated seamlessly into collaborative classroom projects. In a delightful twist, the man found himself using musical metaphors to explain complex concepts, turning the classroom into a stage where learning took center stage.

One of his most profound realizations was the transformative power of music in education. Drawing on his musical background, he introduced innovative teaching methods that incorporated rhythm, melody, and harmony into traditional subjects. History lessons became a symphony of narratives, and science experiments were conducted to the beat of carefully selected tunes. He witnessed firsthand how music bridged gaps, fostering a sense of community among his students. The once reserved and disparate group began to harmonize, finding common ground through shared musical experiences. As a result, the classroom became a vibrant, inclusive space where every student felt their unique melody was an essential part of the ensemble.

Charles Barnett's journey from musician to educator had an exceptional impact on his students that went beyond the conventional academic sphere. His background ignited a passion for self-expression and creativity among his pupils. Influenced by his musical journey, several students found themselves drawn towards the world of art, forming bands and spearheading school performances. His ability to connect with his students on a more intimate level, sharing anecdotes from his time on the road and the significance of persistence in the world of music and education. This fostered a mentorship that went beyond traditional teacher-student dynamics. His guidance did not merely disseminate knowledge, but also played a significant role in nurturing the seeds of confidence and ambition in the youthful minds he interacted with. This unique blend of teaching and mentorship underscored the profound influence he had on his students.

In the grand orchestra of existence, our central figure, Charles Barnett, discovered that shifting from his life as a musician to becoming a middle school teacher didn't introduce a jarring note, but rather a symphony of harmonious advancements. The prowess polished on the vibrant stages resonated powerfully within the boundaries of the classroom, as each academic lesson took on the vitality of an intricate musical composition. His unwavering dedication, impressive adaptability, and sprinklings of musical enchantments not only helped Barnett find fulfillment in this fresh role, but it also seeded an indelible impact in the budding lives of numerous students. His journey, punctuated by harmonious chords of passion and the effortless integration of a wide array of experiences, stands as a compelling testament to the transformative power of passion in steering one's life towards a meaningful and resonant existence.

[transformativeworksandcultures]

TWC 35: Fan Pedagogies

Transformative Works and Cultures, No. 35, Fan Studies Pedagogy, edited by Paul Booth and Regina Yung Lee (March 15, 2021)

Editorial

Paul Booth&Regina Yung Lee, Fan studies pedagogies

Theory

Lauren Rouse, Fan fiction comments and their relationship to classroom learning

Linda Zygutis, Affirmational canons and transformative literature: Notes on teaching with fandom

Ellen Wright, Exploring film history by using fandom as a pedagogical tool

Ross Peter Garner, Acafan identity, communities of practice, and vocational poaching

Praxis

Erika Romero, Including new media adaptations and fan fiction writing in the college literature classroom

Keshia Mcclantoc, Students as fan, or Reinvention and repurposing in first-year writing classrooms

Dominic J. Ashby, Evaluating fandom: Using blogging and a grade contract to promote fan labor in the classroom

Connor Dyer, Critical pedagogy and visual culture art education in a cosplay-based curriculum

Kimon Keramidas&Fiona Haborak, Context, cosplay, and (re)configurations: Centering the geek at the heart of science fiction pedagogy 

Symposium

Júlia Zen Dariva, Second language vocabulary acquisition through fan fiction on the Archive of Our Own

Lori Morimoto, Paul Booth, Ross Garner, Melanie E. S. Kohnen, Bethan Jones, E. J. Nielsen, Louisa Ellen Stein, & Rebecca Williams, Toward a queered and/as affective theory of fandom

Crystal S. Anderson, Transcultural fan studies in practice: A conversation

Kathryn Conrad&Jamie Hawley, Fandom and pedagogy in a time of pandemic

Yang Lai, Chinese celebrity fans during the Covid-19 pandemic

Multimedia

Lori Morimoto, Alternative pedagogies at Fan Studies Network North America 2020

Effie Sapuridis, Wealth and heteronormative romance tropes in Harry Potter fan fiction

Daiana Sigiliano&Gabriela Borges, Creative production of Brazilian telenovela fans on Twitter

Steven Greenwood, Broadway YouTubers and musical theater fandom

Rick Pulos, Madonna and her multicultural fan community

Vitoria Ferreira Doretto, The reviewer's role in Brazilian K-drama fan subs

Aianne Amado, A brief review of fan studies in Brazil

Review

Carissa Baker, "Theme park fandom: Spatial transmedia, materiality and participatory cultures," by Rebecca Williams

JSA Lowe, "Everybody hurts: Transitions, endings, and resurrections in fan cultures," ed. Rebecca Williams

[fanauthorworkshop]

The Fanauthor Workshop is back!

In 2017, I (@bettsfic) ran the first Fanauthor Workshop as an independent study. Since then, I've had a lot of requests to bring it back. I'm glad to say it's finally time!

Check out my website for more information, or just keep reading.

About

The Fanauthor Workshop is a biannual Zoom course for writers of fanfiction. My goal is to create a supportive space for fanauthors to receive constructive feedback on fanfiction, original fiction, or creative nonfiction. If desired, I also provide guidance on moving outside of fan spheres to traditional publishing or other creative writing programs such as MFAs.

Participants of the workshop receive:

Attendance in a 6-week course during which you’ll provide feedback to your peers and workshop one piece of your own work, up to 6,000 words.

Access to the Fanauthor Workshop Discord server, where you’ll be able to chat with other workshop members, plus a private channel for your group specifically.

A one-hour consultation with me to go over your workshop feedback, come up with a plan for revision and/or publication, or anything else you’d like to discuss regarding your writing.

2022 Sessions

Spring

Applications open January 15 and close March 12.

Spring session will take place on Fridays, April 15 through May 20.

Group A: 12 to 2pm EST

Group B: 6 to 8pm EST

Fall

Fall session is TBD, most likely October through mid-November, with applications opening in late July/early August.

How to Apply

Eligibility

Anyone over the age of 18 who considers themselves a participant of fandom and who is familiar with fanfiction may apply.

Cost

$250 USD, to be paid via PayPal prior to the start of workshop. All proceeds go toward startup capital for OFIC Press, a publisher of book-length works from fanauthors. (See @oficmag for more info and vibes.)

I recognize this amount may be a hurdle for some, so please don’t let it deter you from applying. If you’re unsure you can pay this amount in full, we can set up an installment plan.

The cost is now "pay what you think it's worth." At the end of the workshop, you'll receive an invoice for $1 USD, at which point you can "tip" the amount you feel the experience was worth, depending on your budget and other factors. I hope this makes the workshop more accessible.

All proceeds will still go to startup capital for OFIC Press.

Application requirements

To apply, you will need:

A brief cover letter discussing your fan history and goals as a (fan)writer (more specific instructions in the link below).

Maximum 2,000 words of your writing, either original fiction or fanfiction. This may be previously published/posted work.

My Qualifications

I have an MFA in creative writing pedagogy and significant coursework toward a PhD in English.

I've taught English composition and creative writing at the university level for five years.

I've been a writing coach and freelance editor for the past two years.

I'm a published author and I've won several awards (see website for more info).

I've written and posted over two million words of fanfiction.

To learn more about me and what I'm about, here's my newsletter. I've also compiled all the writing advice asks I've answered over the past five years, so you can get a sense of my views on writing and teaching.

If the information you're looking for isn't listed here, check out the FAQ or send me an ask. The Fanauthor Workshop is also on twitter.

Or if you're ready, you can apply here.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Flatmates - Harry Styles

i listened to kiwi while writing it so i strongly advise to listen to is while reading as well. without any further ado, i present you this flatmate!harry fic with some steamy smut!

word count: ~9k

warning: smut

masterlist

You were desperate to find a place to live, to say the least. You’ve always had trouble remembering deadlines and important dates, and thanks to this charming trait of yours, you successfully missed the deadline of the college dormitory applications. After a day of solid panic you started looking for cheap apartments, but living off campus seemed to be something only rich people could afford. Rents were ridiculously high and you were certain you couldn’t afford to spend thousands of dollars for a room smaller than your pantry back at home. You watched ad after ad, making calls all day for a week straight, but at the end, you always went to bed with the thought that you’ll have to live under a bridge through the first semester of your freshman year.

It was until a friend of yours, Rita, who was mature enough to apply to the dormitory in time called you with the best news you could receive.

“This friend of my future roomie is looking for a flat mate. You gave me his number, maybe you could give him a call and see if the room is still available. Just tell him Kimberly gave you his number, I’m sure he’ll offer you the room on a nicer price.”

“Oh my God, you just saved my life!” you gasped, almost feeling like crying. “I owe you big time, Rita!”

You called right away, not wanting to waste any time and maybe have the room already rented by then. A deep, male voice answered the call in a soothing British accent.

“Harry Styles,” he said in a calm tone.

“Hey! My name is Y/N and I got your number from Kimberly. I’m looking for a place to live from September and I was told you have a room to rent?”

Harry sounded a little hesitant at first, asked a few questions about you to have a better picture of you, but eventually offered the room. You quickly agreed that you’d be able to move in at the end of August. You were thankful you had one less worry about school finally.

August rolled around the corner faster than you expected and in no time, half your life was packed up into boxes and suitcases as you and your dad drove two hours on a Saturday to get you all settled in your new home. Up until this point, you hadn’t seen Harry just yet. Though you did search up his name, but he was the kind to never post about himself, but mostly about guitars, landscapes and animals. His Instagram was dry, no trait of what he looked like or even the slightest hint about himself. There was only one photo that featured the outline of a guy, which makes it clear that the person was fully naked, no trace of any clothes hanging on his body, but it was completely dark, so nothing could be really seen. However the tag on the figure made you think it wasn’t him, so it didn’t matter. His Facebook seemed even sadder, barely any posts, not even a decent profile picture. You were surprised to see there are people who don’t really use social media, but you didn’t take it as a bad sign. Harry must be a private person and you had nothing against that.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to move in with a guy you’ve never met before?” your dad asks as the two of you are unloading the car in front of the apartment complex. Glancing up you shrug your shoulders with a little excitement, knowing that you are only minutes away from finally seeing the person you are gonna spend your next months living with.

“He sounded like a decent person, and I really don’t have any other choice, dad. Or do you want me to sleep in a park or something?”

“God, no. You really should be more careful about those deadlines next time,” he sighs kissing the top of your head before shutting the back of the car once everything is set on the ground.

“Don’t worry, I already bought a calendar so I can keep better track of everything.”

When you first told your parents that you’d be living with Harry, they didn’t seem to be a fan of the idea, but they realized you weren’t really swimming in options at the moment so they eventually come to peace that their daughter is going to be living with a guy. They didn’t make a big deal out of it, knowing well you were an adult now practically who can make choices for herself.

The two of you manage to bring everything up to the third floor and you ring the doorbell since you don’t have your keys yet. You immediately recognize Harry’s British accent as he calls out a “coming!” from the other side of the door and a few seconds later it opens, revealing him.

Your first thought is that he is tall. Very tall and oh my! How handsome! His green eyes find your gaze and his dimples come out as he smiles at you happily. This man is surely a nice sight, you think to yourself, but you quickly bring yourself back to reality as he takes a look at all the stuff surrounding you.

“Y/N, why didn’t you call me that you were here? I could have helped you!” Taking a step outside he stretches his hand out for your dad. “Nice to meet ya, you must be Mr. Y/L/N. I’m Harry.”

“Nice to meet you,” your dad nods at him shaking his head before Harry grabs a box from the floor himself, holding the door open for you.

“Come on in!”

The three of you quickly bring everything inside from the hallway and you finally have a moment to look around. It’s not a big apartment, but seemingly perfect for two people. Walking in you have a small kitchen on the left and a little dining area on the right with a simple table and four chairs around it. Further inside is the living room, it’s nicely furnished very bright thanks to the large windows across the front door. On the left there’s a door that leads to the bathroom and on the right there’s a small hallway, two doors on each side. The two rooms are exactly the same size, so there was no need to have a discussion about who is getting which room. Not that you were gonna go against Harry when he literally saved your life with letting you stay with him.

The place seems tidy and neat, it’s clear that Harry takes good care of his home and that is for sure a relief.

Your room has a double bed, a desk with a chair, a dresser and a built in little closet. Everything is white or a light beige color, nothing extreme and you already have plans about how you want to decorate it to make it cozier.

“I left two shelves free for you out of the three. I have a few hair products, but I figured you’d need more space,” Harry tells you when you put a smaller box into the bathroom that has all your toiletries.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you smile at him.

Your dad sticks around a little longer helping you unpack some of the bigger boxes, then you walk him down to his car before he leaves.

“Please call your mother often. You know how much she worries about you,” he asks as he pulls you into a quick hug.

“Will do.”

“And call us anytime you need help. Two hours is not that far away, I can always come and get you.”

“I’ll be alright, dad, but thank you.”

You watch him climb into the car and he rolls down the windows waving in your way as he leaves from the parking lot. You stand there until he disappears on the corner and then go back up to your apartment.

Harry is sitting in the living room when you get back, some quiet music playing from the Bluetooth speaker as he reads a book. He glances up at you and you flash him a smile closing the door behind you.

“Your dad seemed quite okay with you living with a guy.”

“He had time to get used to it. They’re not that strict though.”

“That’s cool. I was thinking, maybe we could order some food when you’re done unpacking and just get to know each other a little more.”

“That sounds great!” you smile, but can’t ignore how fast your heart is beating in your chest. Harry surely has an effect on you that you’ll need to gain control over if you don’t want to make living together hard for yourself.

It takes quite some time to unpack everything and find the right place for your stuff, you don’t even finish by the time the food arrives so you decide to leave the rest for tomorrow.

The Chinese food is all set on the table when you walk out and Harry is getting two plates for the two of you.

“Settled in?” he asks as you take one of the chairs and he sits across you.

“Not fully, but I’m getting there,” you chuckle as he hands you your order. “Thank you.”

You talk over the food, just getting to know each other and you finally get a better picture of Harry. It’s his third year of college, he is studying music and pedagogy, intending to one day use music as a helping tool for kids who have learning difficulties. He is a big fan of collecting vinyls and quite passionate about trashy rom coms.

“Really?” you chuckle when he mentions how his Netflix queue is filled with romantic movies.

“Guilty pleasure,” he nods smirking.

You tell a little about yourself too and he seems genuinely interested, which feels nice. You would have hated if he found your interests boring and negligible, but that’s not the case.

“How come you couldn’t find a roommate for so long?” you ask the question that’s been in the back of your mind for quite a while now. Both of you are done eating and you’re cleaning up the table.

Nothing really stood out about Harry just yet, it’s quite a mystery for you why he couldn’t find someone to live with him.

“Well, you could say I’m a little picky in this field. Lived with my best mate first year, and though I absolutely love him, he was horrible to live with. Felt like his personal maid the whole time. When Niall moved in with his girlfriend and I had to move on my own I promised myself I would choose carefully. Lived with a PhD student last year, he was pretty great, but he moved out when he graduated, and I couldn’t really find someone I liked since then.”

“Glad I passed then,” you chuckle as you take the dishes and start washing them while Harry stands next to you, leaning against the edge of the counter.

“You seemed like a decent person to live with, I hope I won’t be wrong about that,” he chuckles, but you can tell he is still a little scared you might turn out to be a total asshole.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too much trouble. I’m quiet like a mouse and clean up after myself.”

“That’s all that matters,” he smiles. “Alright, I have some things to finish, I’ll be in my room if you need help with anything.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

He waves in your way before disappearing in his bedroom.

You spend most of your Sunday unpacking what was left and running errands, buying groceries so you don’t have to go to the store every other day during the week. You occasionally meet Harry in the kitchen or the living room, but you both just do your own thing and it’s totally fine by you.

School starts quiet smoothly, Harry was kind enough to give you a rundown of where you’ll find your lecture halls so you don’t really get lost around campus, easily finding your way.

Friday afternoon you and Rita are sitting at a café near campus to discuss the first week of school. You don’t have any classes together, so only grabbed lunch two times all week, but didn’t have more than twenty minutes together before one of you had to run to a class. Now you are both comfortably sat in a booth with two cappuccinos and plenty of time to talk.

“So, how is living with Harry?” she curiously asks.

“He is great! Though we don’t meet that much. He has a band so he has practice three times a week, spends the rest of his time at home reading or watching TV.”

You ate dinner together twice this week, but you haven’t really had the courage to join him in the living room when he was watching TV. It sounds stupid but you figured maybe it would bother him if you were out there with him. And since he didn’t invite you either, you just stayed in your room mostly.

“Kimberly told me he is hot, is that true?” she asks with a smirk as she takes a sip from her hot drink. You immediately feel your cheeks heating up.

“Well, he surely is a good looking guy,” you breathe out.

“Lucky you! There’s not much of those in an all girls dorm,” she pouts and you chuckle. “So are you gonna make a move on him?”

“That’s not gonna happen,” you shake your head laughing.

“Why not?”

“Because we live together and if he rejects me that would be so awkward for the rest of our time living together.”

“But you can’t know for sure if he would reject,” she points out, but she can’t bring up one thing that would change your mind.

“It’s better not to take the odds. I don’t want to end up on the street.”

 As the days go by, things start to get busier in your everydays. Assignments and papers start to pile up so you have to start working on them if you don’t want to leave everything to the last moment. You become a regular in the library, the atmosphere is great for you to get into the flow and get a lot of work done.

It seems like Harry is in the same shoe, he is often in and out of the apartment, sometimes only spends home just a couple of minutes before he leaves again. However they slowly get accustomed to each other, learn the ways the other likes things and work up a schedule for things. Harry learns that Y/N likes to take a shower twice a day and washes her hair usually on Wednesdays and Sundays, so he doesn’t try to take too much time in the bathroom on those days. He also notices how she doesn’t have time to wash the dishes after herself on Thursdays when she just runs home to have a quick bite before she has to leave for another lecture, so they came to a silent agreement where Harry cleans up after her on Thursdays while she takes up on the dishes on Saturday when Harry leaves to band practice at eight.

They work well together and soon enough all of Harry’s doubts about Y/N fade into nothing and he realizes he has made the right choice with her.

Usually she stays at the library until seven on Mondays, but this week they are closing early because they are rearranging a whole department, so Y/N leaves a little after five. She pays a quick trip to the grocery store before she heads home. Opening up the door she immediately hears the music playing, one of Harry’s vinyls is twirling around in the record player and she hears the water running in the bathroom. Setting her bags on the counter she starts unpacking the groceries.

The music and the running water pushed the sound of her arriving down, Harry didn't realize that you were home early when he opens the bathroom door, singing to himself wearing absolutely nothing as he wants to go and grab a pair of clean underwear, but he is shocked to see you standing in the kitchen.

“Shit!” he snaps, hands immediately flying to cover himself as he sprints back to the bathroom quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.

Your cheeks are heating up immediately even though you didn’t see anything you weren’t supposed to, the counter top covered him just right above the critical line, but it’s the first time you’ve seen his upper body completely naked.

Even though it was just a spit second, the sight of his many tattoos and the defined V-line leading down to his crotch burned straight into your mind, leaving you flustered and shy all of a sudden.

“Sorry! I should have let you know I was coming home early!” you call out turning around, as if he was about to walk out naked again. Harry chuckles lightly as he returns, this time a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t be silly, you don’t have to check in when you come home. It was my fault, I shouldn’t just walk around naked assuming you wouldn’t be home.”

You should, you think to yourself gulping as you turn around and dare to look at him again. You don’t see less than just a few seconds ago, his chest is glistening from the dampness, his curls are still wet and you are having a hard time not to stare at the tattoos on his lower stomach, so you busy yourself with the rest of your groceries as he walks into his room and returns in a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt.

“Any plans for the weekend?” he asks disappearing in the bathroom, but he leaves the door open and you hear him shuffle around, probably fixing up his hair. He uses some kind of mousse that keeps his curls perfectly and also happens to smell like mango and some kind of citrus.

“Um, not really.”

“We’re playing at this bar with the band, wanna come and watch us?” Walking out of the bathroom he switches the light off before walking to the couch and opening up his Netflix account on the TV. His invitation surprises you, but it also feels nice he wants you there.

“Oh, sounds fun! Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! I can have a table reserved for you, if you’d like,” he smiles at you before turning his attention to the screen.

“That would be great, thanks.”

You feel like after your little encounter it’s probably not the best day to join him at the TV, especially because you can’t stop yourself from blushing every time you look at him. The sight of his naked torso pops up in your mind every time and there’s no way you can just casually sit on the couch with him without your body lighting up on fire.

 Rita is excited when you tell her about the invitation, you don’t even have to convince her to go with you since she is dying to finally meet Harry. When he leaves in the early afternoon on Saturday he assures you that there’s gonna be a table reserved under your name, and off he goes to practice, leaving you alone for the rest of the day since he tells you he won’t be back before the concert tonight. Rita comes over around six and the two of you get ready together.

“You have to wear something spicy,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you while you sit at your desk applying mascara to your lashes.

“I don’t want to overdress, it’s just a bar.”

“Yeah, but Harry invited you. I bet he wants you to see him play.”

“Of course he wants, why else would he invite me?” you ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t get it,” she chuckles turning to you, hands on her hips. “He wants you to see him play because it feeds his ego. Maybe even turns him on.”

“Stop acting like there is anything between us. We are flatmates and that’s all.”

“I think he wants to be more, you’re just too pussy to make a move yourself,” she shrugs turning back to your closet.

“Stop calling me a pussy for not wanting to make it awkward for the two of us to live together. I’m pretty sure Harry doesn’t see me as anything more than just the person he lives with.”

“Then we have to change that. And I think this is the perfect dress for that.”

Rita pulls out a little black dress you bought about a year ago, but never really got around to wear it. It’s so tight, pushes your tits up way too much for your liking, you’re not even sure why you bought it in the first place.

“I’m not wearing that,” you shake your head.

“Are you afraid he might get a boner from you in it?”

“Rita!” you snap at her, but she just chuckles.

“Look, if you’re so sure he doesn’t want you like that, why does it matter what you wear?”

She has a point. It’s not like this dress will change anything and it would be nice to wear at least once in your life this stupid dress if you bought it.

Grabbing it from her hands you throw it to the bed and start undressing as she claps in victory.

You remembered right, the dress leaves close to nothing to the imagination when it comes to your figure. The fabric hugs your figure tightly, and you put on a lacy bralette that peeks out at the top of the dress, kind of covering some more from your skin, since the dress doesn’t do much in that field itself. Rita tries to convince you not to take a jacket, but you throw your denim jacket on, feeling the need to have something give you the slightest sense of being covered.

You arrive at the bar twenty minutes before the concert starts and it’s a good thing Harry reserved a table for you, because the place is packed. You’re not sure if it’s because of them or it’s just a regular Saturday evening.

The little stage is all set up, but you see no sign of Harry anywhere as the two of you settle at your table with a drink. Luckily, the bartender did not ask for an ID, he was too busy looking at your chest. At least there’s one good thing in this dress.

The drum set at the back has the name of the band on it and you smile reading it. The word ‘Stylish’ is printed on it with bold blue letters, referring to Harry’s last name, who is most likely the front man of the band.

The place is buzzing and the two of you enjoy being out at a bar concert. When the lights go down you finally spot him walking out of the back followed by a guy and two girls.

“Welcome, folks,” he greets the audience, his accent filling up the place over the chatters. A round of cheering answers him, making him smile. “Thank you for coming out tonight, we hope to entertain you in the next hour. Our name is Stylish and now let’s get down to business,” he smirks and just as he takes a step back from the mic, the band starts playing. Harry grabs a guitar himself before stepping back to the mic and then he starts singing.

They play a mixture of covers and original songs, the transition between them is so smooth you sometimes forget it’s a whole different song that’s playing. Harry is clearly enjoying the spotlight, his presence on the stage is so natural and capturing, you often catch yourself forgetting about the rest of the band.

One song follows the other and you don’t even realize how fast this hour passes by. Harry sometimes stops in-between songs, entertaining the audience with small jokes and just casually interacting with them.

“Our last song is up next, so let me take a moment to introduce the band,” Harry speaks into the mic while softly playing the guitar so it’s not completely quiet as he talks. “At the drums, the amazing and talented Sarah Jones!”

A round of applause fills the bar as Sara waves around smiling widely, before Harry moves on to the next member.

“Playing the piano, the wonderful Charlotte Clark!”

Charlotte plays a short melody on the keys matching up with what Harry has been playing, before she also waves at the audience.

“The guy who is a way better guitarist than me, Mitch Rowland.”

Harry’s comment makes the audience laugh and Mitch just nods shyly, a smile pulling on his lips under his mustache.

“And this handsome Brit who sometimes acts like a comedian,” Sarah starts leaning closer to her mic. “Harry Styles.”

It’s no surprise that Harry gets the biggest cheering and he smirks sweetly, his fingers still strumming on the guitar. The clapping and screaming slowly dies down and as Harry steps back to his mic they start the last song.

It’s quite an upbeat, funky song, you just can’t resist dancing around on your chair and seemingly Rita is enjoying herself as well, cheering with her beer in her hand. The song comes to an end and they all line up at the front of the stage bowing down together as the whole bar cheers on them as one person.

“Woah, this was… something else,” Rita breathes out once they disappear at the back and chatter fills up the place once again and the lights come back.

“They smashed it!” you nod in agreement. You figured they are good if they get asked to perform, but this was way beyond what you were expecting.

Looking around you are hoping to see Harry somewhere, but they must be celebrating somewhere at the back. Maybe he won’t even come out, you think to yourself as you finish up your beer.

“I’ll get us another round,” you tell Rita as you make your way to the bar.

There are quite a few people waiting to be served, so you squeeze yourself into the crowd and hope to get to the front soon.

“So how did you like it?”

You jump in surprise when you hear Harry’s voice coming from behind you, and turning around you see how close he is standing to you.

“Hi! I didn’t even see you sneak up on me,” you chuckle making him smile as he squeezes himself next to you. The two of you finally reach the front, but the bartender is serving someone a little on the left so you have to wait. “I loved it, you were like a proper rockstar up there!”

“Thanks,” he chuckles and his dimples show up on his cheeks. The bartender finally gets to you and Harry is quick to order for the both of you. “’S probably better if I place the order since you’re not twenty one just yet.”

“Didn’t have any problem ordering the first time,” you smirk smugly and Harry raises his eyebrows at you before his eyes wander down your body for a second.

“I bet you didn’t in this dress.”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of how daring your outfit looks, so out of reflex, you pull your jacket tighter on yourself, Harry’s smile quickly fades as he realizes that he made you uncomfortable with his comment.

“I meant that you look really pretty. Definitely makes you appear a little older though.”

“My friend wanted me to wear it, I would have been fine with something else,” you admit as the bartender places your order in front of you and Harry pays for the whole thing.

“Glad she convinced you,” he grins down at you and you can feel your cheeks heating up once again.

He helps you carry the drinks to the table and Rita quickly puts her phone away when she sees who you are returning with.

“Harry, this is my friend, Rita. Rita, this is Harry,” you introduce them and Harry shakes her head smiling.

“Nice to meet you,” he nods kindly.

“Oh, same goes for you,” Rita smirks and you roll your eyes at her.

“I’ll go get the rest of the band, do you mind if we join you guys here? There are no empty tables.”

“Sure,” you nod smiling before the crowd swallows Harry.

“For fuck’s sake, you have to make a move on him, Y/N!” Rita turns to you as soon as he is gone.

“Would you stop?” you chuckle.

“No! This dude is so hot I forget my name when I look at him! And you live with him! You can’t miss this chance, Y/N.”

“I’m not missing anything. We live together, it’s not worth it.”

“Not missing anything?” Rita looks at you as if you were mental. “You are literally missing everything!”

“I’m done with this conversation,” you tell him just when Harry appears again, this time with two of his bandmates, Sarah and Mitch are following him smiling, hand in hand.

“Charlotte had to leave early, but this is Sarah and Mitch,” Harry introduces them as they join the two of you at the table. “And this is my flatmate, Y/N and her friend Rita.”

You all shake hands as Harry sorts out the extra beers he has ordered so everyone has a drink on their hand.

It’s no surprise, but Sarah and Mitch prove themselves to be just as cool as they seemed up on the stage. And the best thing is that they don’t shy away from sharing funny stories that include Harry.

“So have you been looking for a new place to stay, Y/N?” Mitch jokes. “I’m sure you’ve had enough of Harry by now.”

“Very funny,” Harry laughs at his bandmate’s comment.

“To be honest it’s pretty fine so far. He is a pleasant person to share your home with,” you say with a soft chuckle.

“What’s one thing you hate about living with him?” Sarah asks and Harry pretends to be hurt over the question.

“Who said there’s anything she hates?”

“Shush, I was asking her!” she hushes at him making you laugh.

“I really can’t point out anything in particular. Maybe he has been very careful, luring me into believing that he is the perfect flatmate so I get stuck with him.”

You stay for a while, just chatting and having a good time until the bar starts to empty out and you decide it’s better if you head home as well.

“We have to take care of the equipment, are you leaving or do you want to wait for me?” Harry asks you.

“We’ll just call an Uber, don’t worry about it,” you smile at him.

“Alright, see you at home.”

You say goodbye to Sarah and Mitch and part your ways with them as you and Rite head outside.

“I hope you noticed how Harry was looking at you,” Rita smirks at you when the two of you are sitting at the back of the Uber.

“What are you talking about?” you sigh leaning your head against the seat.

“I caught him staring at you quite a few times.”

“He was just probably looking at me when I was talking. Don’t try to talk something into it that’s not true.”

“Alright, I’ll stop,” she replies holding up her hands. “But I still think you are missing out on some amazing dick.”

You awkwardly glance at the driver who is hearing everything you say, but Rita seemingly doesn’t mind that you’re not alone.

“You know what? We should give Tinder a try.”

“What? Why?”

“If you don’t want to make a move on your hot flatmate, we need to get some satisfaction from others.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Oh, you are not,” she chuckles. “But you will be when you match with the hottest guys on campus.”

You let Rita believe that she convinced you to sign up for Tinder, but you get out of the car with the intention of never downloading the app, like ever.

Walking into the apartment you grab a clean, oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties since your sleeping shorts are all dirty, but you were planning to do the laundry tomorrow. You decide it’s not a big deal and the shirt will probably cover enough of your body.

You take a quick shower to get off the thick smell of the bar that’s stuck on your skin, taking your time moisturizing yourself once you’re done. When you get dressed you see that the shirt does cover your bum, but if you lifted your arms up it surely shows a big portion of your ass, so you’ll have to be careful if Harry arrives.

You’re lounging on the couch watching a rerun of House M.D. and scrolling through your phone when Harry arrives.

“Hey there, rockstar!” you greet him teasingly and he just chuckles shyly.

“Is it gonna be my new nickname?”

“Well, you really were one tonight, so I think yes,” you nod making him laugh. Walking further inside his eyes stop on your bare legs and he is quick to notice that you’re not wearing any pants, like you usually do. You immediately tug on the end of the shirt to cover more of your skin, but it’s not really working.

“Ehm, I’ll go and take a quick shower,” he informs you before disappearing in his room first and then rushing into the bathroom.

Looking down at your attire you decide it’ll be better if you threw on some sweats. Harry clearly got a little uncomfortable seeing you so bare, so it’s better to cover up. You’ll just take them off when you go to bed.

Harry doesn’t take too long in there, and when he joins you on the couch you are pretty sure he took a cold shower since no steam followed him when he left the bathroom. His eyes flicker to your now covered legs, but he doesn’t say anything, just makes himself comfortable next to you.

“You like it?” he asks nodding at the TV.

“Yeah, he is such an asshole, but it’s funny,” you huff. “Hey, I took a few pictures tonight. Wanna see if you like any of them?”

“Sure,” he nods pushing himself up a little as you unlock your phone and show him the photos you took of him and the band while performing.

Some of them ended up really cool, you were able to catch the lights and their movements just the right way, especially one stands out where he was holding out a note, basically screaming into the mic, he really looks like a rockstar on that one.

“Can you send me this one?”

“Done,” you smile at him and glancing over you see that he opens the Instagram app on his phone. You watch him crop and adjust it a little bit, then tag his bandmates and finally, he posts it.

“Wow, this is the first picture on your page with you actually on it,” you tease him.

“So you’ve been stalking my profile?” he smirks at you.

“I wanted to check you out before I moved in, but your social media was no help in that.”

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of posting that much, but this was a cool picture.”

“It’s an honor to know that I took the first one featuring you.”

“Actually, this is the second one, but it is the first one where my face is visible,” Harry tells you before turning his attention back to the TV, but the gears start to turn wildly in your mind, trying to remember which picture could be the other one.

Later, when you’re lying in your bed with your door closed, you pull up his profile and stat scrolling down. Most of the pictures fall out, because they have absolutely no trace of any human being on them. But then you stop at the one that features a black silhouette of a man, the one you thought wasn’t him.

Opening up you tap on the tag and see that it leads to Mitch���s profile, but now that you’ve met him, you’re pretty sure it’s not him in the picture. So you take a closer look and as you go over the small details, like the line of his neck, how wide his shoulders are and the untamed curls, you soon realize that it is indeed Harry in the photo.

You push down a moan when realization sets in, because that means that you’re staring at the naked silhouette of Harry and it immediately starts a fire between your legs.

“Jesus,” you whisper as you let yourself stare at the photo a little longer. You weren’t expecting it, but it’s surely making you feel some kind of way.

Locking your phone you throw it to your nightstand before you bury your head into your pillow. You have to press your thighs together quite tightly to make the throbbing sensation stop so you can finally fall asleep. Well, it takes some time before that happens and it’s quite torturous.

  Unlike how you planned, Rita finally gets you to download Tinder and give it a try. She helps you set up your profile, and though at first it feels incredibly awkward, you slowly adjust to being out there on the virtual market.

You start swiping left and right whenever you are bored during classes or you’re having a break from studying. Your matches start to pile up and soon enough you start getting messages as well. You reply to the ones you like or find funny and creative, giving them a chance, but not many end up going too far. Somehow the conversations always die down and you lose interest in the person.

Only one guy gets as far as asking you out and getting a yes as an answer. Jordan is a physics major and seemed like a nice and funny guy through the messages, good-looking too, so you decided to give it a go.

So Friday evening you dolled yourself up, put on a nice blouse with your favorite skinny jeans and black heels, ready to head out to your first ever Tinder date.

As you walk out of your room you find Harry in the kitchen in his basketball shorts and a simple black t-shirt making himself a cup of tea. The shorts are hanging low on his waist and as he reaches up to get the hones from the cupboard you get a glimpse of the soft skin on his lower waist. You quickly look away before you could have any further thoughts about what else is under the waistband of his shorts.

“Oh, where are you heading all dressed up?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

“I actually have a date,” you admit nervously as you grab your keys and put it away in your purse.

“Lucky guy,” he smiles and you can feel your cheeks heating up again. There’s just something in the way he compliments you, it makes your knees go jelly.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later? I’m not sure when I’ll be back,” you tell him grabbing your jacket from the hanger next to the front door.

“Have fun,” he nods before you walk out.

 Jordan proves himself to be quite frankly the same guy you got to know through messages. He takes you to this Mexican themed bar and you are just chatting over some exciting looking cocktails, but you find yourself zoning out sometimes.

What is Harry doing right now? Is he staying at home? I should have asked if he had any plans. Maybe he is hooking up with someone right now.

You find yourself thinking about way more than you probably should and it’s making you lose your shit. So maybe this is why, or because Rita told you to just go with the flow, but when Jordan asks if you want to go up to his place you say yes.

It’s as awkward and bad as you were expecting, unfortunately. There’s a reason why you don’t hook up with every random guy you go out with once. You are totally on different pages, but when you are lying under him on his bed, you just know there’s no way out.

It’s not that he forces you, because you’re sure he would have stopped if you asked, but it would be so awkward to just walk out because you weren’t feeling the vibe. So at least one of you should enjoy it.

You should deserve an Oscar for that orgasm you fake, it’s so believable. Jordan doesn’t seem to notice that you felt absolutely nothing, just frustration and impatience, he tries to make you stay the night, but you save yourself with a lie that you have to wake up early in the morning so it’s best if you head home.

Your frustration just grows on your way home. You were really hoping to get laid tonight, so maybe that could stop you from fantasizing about Harry, because your thoughts have been wild since you found out that he is the one on that Instagram picture. It doesn’t help that he has been walking around shirtless quite a lot.

Shameful or not, you even touched yourself once thinking about him. You were home alone after a particularly boring day so you thought you’d just get yourself off. Before you could realize where your thoughts have wandered, you were moaning his name as you came hard. You couldn’t look into his eyes that day when he came home, he probably thought you were nuts, basically running away from him.

It’s almost midnight when you get back home, you were expecting Harry to be asleep by now since he has band practice in the morning, but you are surprised to see light coming from his room. As you close the front door, kicking your heels off he walks out, of course, without a shirt, his glorious body on full display.

“Hey, how was your date?” he asks as you step to the fridge to get yourself something to drink. You’ve been so damn thirsty since Jordan was… done with you, you could have asked for some water at least, but you just wanted to leave as fast as possible.

“Ugh, don’t even ask,” you whine, leaning against the counter.

“That bad?”

“Worse,” you roll your eyes and Harry chuckles softly.

“Come on, it couldn’t be that bad if you came home so late.”

“Well, it did start off nice, but I shouldn’t have said yes when he asked if I wanted to go to his place.”

“Oh.”

“Worst sex of my life, I wanted out the moment we arrived, to be honest,” you honestly say, feeling a little weird that you’re talking to Harry about it, but you just want to get it off your chest.

“Then why didn’t you just leave?”

“Dunno, I just… I was hoping for just a little satisfaction, but I guess I asked for too much,” you sigh finishing up your water and you walk past him with the intention to grab your pajamas and have a shower that would wash away the happenings of the night, but Harry’s voice stops you.

“Not everything is lost just yet.” Turning around you give him a puzzled look.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He bites into his bottom lip and lets his eyes travel down your body, his intent gaze sends a shiver down your spine. When his eyes return to your gaze your heart is wildly beating against your chest.

“I mean that… I can make you feel good, if you want.”

Your mouth hangs open and your eyebrows shoot up at the blunt offer he just made. At first you’re not even sure you heard him right, but as you replay his words you realize that you indeed heard him crystal clear.

“Are you messing with me right now?” you ask, feeling like it’s all just a joke. He did not just offer to satisfy you because you complained to him about how bad your date was.

Harry takes a few steps closer to you, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“Not really. You want to get off and I would love to be the one to help you with it.”

“But… we live together,” you say and realize how stupid this just sounded, but you hope he gets what you were trying to say.

“So? Does that mean we can’t fuck?”

The way he said that makes your legs go weak for sure. You’ve been fantasizing about things similar to this, but those were nowhere near to actually hear him propose the idea of fucking.

“But… it’ll be weird, won’t it?”

“Only if we make it.”

He walks closer, closing the distance between the two of you and he cups your cheek in his hand as his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but you already know you gave in. There’s no way you can say him no, not after weeks of dreaming about the exact same thing.

“Just stop thinking,” he tells you before pressing his lips against yours.

He kisses you hard and you gladly let his tongue push into your mouth within a second, kissing him back with the same passion. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands travel down on your sides until they reach your ass and they give it a bold squeeze, making you moan into his lips. You feel him grin as his hands move over to your thighs and he urges you to jump and so you do, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Though you keep your eyes closed, kissing him hard, you can tell he brings you to the couch, laying you down to your back, holding himself up above you. He starts kissing down your jawline and neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin. His hands grab the hem of your shirt and you lift yourself up a bit so he can pull it off, throwing it away to somewhere behind the couch. While his lips are sucking on your breasts wherever they are bulging out from the lacy bra, his hands work fast on your jeans, undoing the button and the zipper, tugging them down until you can just kick them right off.

“Matching set? You were really counting on having a good time tonight,” he mumbles against your tummy as he kisses his way down on your body.

His right hand reaches up and cups your breast before it slides under you and easily unclasps your bra. You quickly slide the straps off and throw it to the side, so now you are lying under him only in your panties, whimpering and panting at every kiss he leaves on your body.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he hums glancing up at you, sitting between your legs as he slides just one finger over your soaking wet panties, running it along your throbbing center.

“Fuck, I want you,” you breathe out.

“How exactly do you want me?”

“Jesus, just eat me out, Harry!” you shamelessly moan and he smugly smirks before he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down, throwing it to the ground.

Now you’re lying completely naked in front of him, and he pushes your knees farther apart, looking down at you with lustful eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he growls as he gets closer and without a warning, he licks into you.

You moan in sensation as he starts sucking on your clit, his tongue working perfectly against your bud. Your hands find their way into his hair and you grab a handful of it in each. Oh, how many times you’ve thought about doing this!

“Harry!” you cry out when you feel him push a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out a few times before he adds another to it. He quickly picks up his pace as he keeps sucking on your clit, getting you closer to your orgasm with every lick.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” you moan, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you struggle to even breathe.

“Cum for me, baby,” he mumbles against your wet clit and just a few more pumps later you came, screaming his name.

“Fucking hell, Harry!” you breathe out when he climbs up on you smirking.

“You think you can handle another one?” he asks, pecking your lips softly. Looking down you see how hard he is and even if you were on the verge of dying you would have said yes. There’s no way you let him get up from this couch unsatisfied after the orgasm he just gave you.

Instead of saying anything, you push on him until he is sitting on the couch and you have your knees on his sides.

“I think you are a little overdressed, aren’t you?” you ask teasingly as you bring a hand down to his erection, cupping it through his shorts and underwear.

Harry cranes his neck so his lips could meet yours again as he lifts his hips up, pushing his shorts down along with his boxers. You sit back down to his lap and his erection presses against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you ask breathlessly, but Harry shakes his head.

“I would last, I just want to fuck you,” he growls and you swear to God that was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Condom, we need a condom,” you tell him, still kissing his lips.

You get off him and he quickly runs into his room, shortly returning with a condom between his teeth. He rips the package on his way and falls back to the couch, rolling it on carefully. When he is done you swing your leg over him and get on top again, holding onto his broad shoulders. He grabs the base of his cock and lines himself up to your center and you give yourself a moment to admire his naked beauty right in front of you.

You look into his sparkling eyes and leaning down you kiss him hard as you slowly ease down to his length, his cock slowly filling you up fully.

“Oh fuck!” he moans at the feeling of you around him. His fingers dig deep into your waist as you stay still for a few moments, adjusting to his length. “You alright?” he asks breathlessly. Your eyes meet his and you nod a little before you start moving.

It takes a few moments to find the right pace and get yourself comfortable, but when you finally do, you just can’t stop. His hands are on your ass as he guides your hips a little and you feel the rings on his fingers against your heated skin. He buries his face into your neck nibbling and kissing on the soft skin wherever he reaches.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot, Y/N,” he grunts when you let your head fall back, feeling your orgasm slowly building up again.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum again,” you pant, picking up a faster pace, desperate for release.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good!” he moans wrapping his arms around you as he holds you still, stopping you from moving, but instead he starts thrusting into you, his cock buries so deep into your pussy, your eyes roll back into your head from the feeling.

“Yes! Don’t fucking stop!” you scream as he keeps fucking you hard.

It doesn’t take too long until you fall completely apart and cum again, your legs basically turning into jelly. Just a few thrusts later Harry cums as well, thrusting deep into you a few more times as he moans into your neck.

You lie completely numb on him, his fingers gently stroking your naked back as you try to come back to reality. When you lean back and your eyes meet again you are still speechless.

“I’ve literally wanted it since the day you walked into this place,” he admits with a soft chuckle.

“Really?” you giggle shyly.

“Oh, really. Seeing you around, sometimes without a bra under your shirt completely killed me most of the time.”

Your cheeks are heating up, you didn’t think he noticed when you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Don’t be so shy, you have amazing tits, you are not allowed to wear a bra anymore around here,” he teases you grinning as you laugh and leaning down you kiss him shortly.

“I had quite a few fantasies about you too,” you admit making him raise his eyebrows.

“Really?”

“Mhm, especially after you walked out of the bathroom naked, even though I didn’t even see your dick then.”

Harry chuckles lightly as he pushes his hair back from his forehead, resting his head against the back of the couch.

“So…” you shyly start, ”what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that… we live together and we just fucked. What does this mean for the future?”

“Well, I thought that next time we could do it the right way. I could take you out on a proper date, and then fuck you on the kitchen counter.”

You laugh at how blunt he is, but you love the idea he just proposed.

“Okay. Sounds fine by me.”

[kechiwrites]

🌱 the greenhouse: kechiwrites’ masterlist🌱

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

miguel o’hara (spiderman 2099)

quick study

      summary: geneticist miguel o'hara x obsessed lab tech!reader

[pt. 2 wip]

werewolf!miguel drabbles

CALL OF DUTY: MWII

simon “ghost” riley

ghost x medic reader

i: it’s not his fault you’re a brat...

ii: ghost visits his favourite medic, indecency ensues

iii: ghost demands an apology (request)

iv: not quite heart shaped, valentines special

v: choking hazard, thanksgiving special

toxic ex!ghost x reader

baby blue masterlist

erotica writer ghost x fan reader

captain john price

request: captain price says goodbye the best way he knows how

meet cute with price in paris

johnny “soap” mctavish

request/kinktober: soap helps you get back at your ex

könig

gentle touch (kinktober 2023)

      summary: konig x massage therapist!reader

request: more of könig whimpering

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

steve rogers

final girl [dark] (kinktober 2022)

   summary: for steve, you are a very special victim property lines [dark] (kinktober 2023)

   summary: it’s hard to turn down a suburban god.

ari levinson

are you still watching? (kinktober 2022) [wip]

  summary: you and ari make the most of your movie dates

DC COMICS

bruce wayne

sneaking suspicion [wip]

    summary: your ultra rich boyfriend takes you shopping to apologize. again.

HAIKYUU!!

wakatoshi ushijima

approval series (smut pile mafia au collab fic)

       summary: “Toshi’s hands linger on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing up and down the side of your throat and you think, you hope to God he will kiss you and press his forehead against yours like he does when you’re alone and he’s content and comfortable and pliable under your fingers. But he doesn’t kiss you.”

pt. 1

pt. 2

koutaro bokuto

bokuto + dirty talk

       summary: bokuto is just not great at dirty talk, he excels at other things.

atsumu miya

“car bro” atsumu drabble

        summary: “car bro atsumu who’s not your boyfriend, but not not your boyfriend”

don’t make me say it (kinktober 2022)

      summary: it’s not your fault osamu is the better twin, atsumu just rubs you the wrong fucking way. enemies with benefits college au.

mixed seeds (group hcs)

fave hq men + what they call their dicks during dirty talk

hq men as sugar daddies [wip]

hq men as frenemies with benefits [wip]

JUJUTSU KAISEN

kento nanami

diligence (kinktober 2022)

     summary: kento takes careful note of what you like, just in case you want repeat performances

tepid (kinktober 2023)     summary: nanami kento x escort!reader

ryomen sukuna

pedagogy

   summary: best friend’s brother!sukuna takes advantage of yuuji’s tutoring sessions.

BNHA

enji todoroki | endeavor

asphodel (hades!enji + persephone!reader)

      summary: “I was joyfully gathering the flowers, and then the earth beneath me gave way, and there it was that he sprang out, the powerful lord who receives many guests.”

sweet dreams (succubus!reader)

      summary: no synopsis, just hungry succubus y/n looking for a midnight snack

katsuki bakugo | ground zero

tension headache (ground zero + publicist!reader)

      summary: Being Ground Zero’s publicist comes with its own set of challenges, luckily there are quite a few benefits to sweeten the deal.

eijiro kirishima | red riot

spit or swallow (dentist!kirishima)

      summary: “he works diligently above you, latex gloved hands occasionally brushing your nose, jaw and throat. He’s nothing less than gentle with you, angling your face where he needs it with feather soft touches and honey smooth direction.”

mixed seeds (group hcs + multi character fics)

katsuki, deku, and shouto as dads

kerberos (natsuo, touya, and shouto todoroki x reader)

     summary: it’s shouto’s birthday and you’ve had a lot to drink.

[transformativeworks]

TWC Releases Issue No. 35

TWC's no. 35 on Fan Studies Pedagogies is out! This issue focuses on fandom in the classroom and includes a multimedia section.  As always, TWC is looking for fan contributions to its Symposium section, so if you have written meta, take a look at the submission requirements! Read more at https://otw.news/twc-releases-ac40e

[affective-vernacular]

From Fandom to Collaborative Education

Arcosanti, January 2019 (not quite Brutalist, but a beautiful concrete beast nevertheless).

Through my research of Tumblr-centered discourse and theory it became evident that the notion of fandom is prevalent. My initial thought was that this is not the Tumblr I am familiar with - I associated the term fandom with obsessions over TV shows like Dr. Who, the oeuvre of Joss Whedon, or My Little Pony, as well as Comic Con, Gen Con, Dragon Con, and any other nerdy conventions. (No offence to the nerds, I too have periphery nerd interests, I just hadn’t yet associated them with Tumblr). Early in my research I wondered whether I did in fact follow fandoms through Tumblr but simply never thought of them as such, and this was confirmed while reading Annette Koh’s (2020) critical essay of urban-themed Tumblr fandoms:

The concrete behemoths of mid-twentieth-century #Brutalist architecture had Tumblr fan clubs who celebrated the much-maligned buildings as exemplars of design rather than failures of modernism…Niche fandoms found each other and shared their transformative works, what fandom calls the creative adaptation of other people’s published work. There was a Tumblr devoted to redesigning subway maps for greater legibility, which struck me as a kind of fanfiction for public transit. Cartography as art was enthusiastically embraced, with a boomlet in hometown maps constructed from hand-lettered neighborhood names. Maps also rendered unfamiliar cities knowable, the overwhelming massiveness of Moscow or London or Tokyo turned into a friendly tangle of crayon-colored subway lines (pp. 337-338).

It is true, I am a member of the brutalist fandom, I’ve been following architectureofdoom and bauzeitgeist for years. What other fandoms am I a part of? Antique art ephemera, strange compositions, outsider art, demure collage, 60s psych GIFS, old photos of old buildings, retrofuturism, poetic space memes – my fandoms may be less nameable, but they exist, there’s a defined aesthetic connecting me with my followers and those I follow. Not only did I frequent Tumblr to experience ‘a mood’ or the affect created by my highly curated dashboard feed, but also to connect with the feeling of being around people who get it. Without having to ever explicitly state the fact, it felt like I had managed to surround myself with likeminded people in a nebulous world that existed within me, through the internet, and within others as though we connected as a kind of hive mind ruled by twee poetics, light melancholia and beautiful absurdity.

In 2017 Allison McCracken, who has extensively researched Tumblr phenomena and co-edited the 2020 ebook: a tumblr book: platform and cultures, wrote an article that focuses on the “peer education” (p. 151) that the digital platform fosters. My Tumblr participation waned in 2015 as I neared the end of my 20s, yet it seems that just as I left, an increase in collaborative activity, information sharing and circulation began within and amongst Tumblr communities, which mirrored and reverberated off the rising erratic political and social energy that continues today. McCracken sees more in the platform than just a meeting of minds: “For many youth, Tumblr has become an alternative, tuition-free classroom, a powerful site of youth media literacy, identify formation, and political awareness that often reproduces cultural studies methods of media analysis” (p. 152).

The consideration of Tumblr as a vibrant, multimodal digital space of intersecting thoughts, evolving literacies, symbiotic pedagogies and ongoing cultural critiques, evokes the New London Group’s (NLG) call for a redesign of educational approaches. Their collaborative 1996 article, "A Pedagogy of Multiliteracies", radically suggests a designer-like approach to the revisioning of teaching methodologies. NLG’s focus was on the notion of multiliteracies, both “to account for the context of our culturally and linguistically diverse and increasingly globalized societies... [and to] account for the burgeoning variety of text forms associated with information and multimedia technologies” (p 61). Is it possible that Tumblr has organically developed into the kind of pedagogical environment that NLG was envisioning? Not only does the platform allow for the rapid exchange of cultural information, but also supports and fosters various text technologies, while concurrently allows users to design both their outward-facing persona, and their incoming feed of content. NLG further describes their technologically and culturally diverse vision:

A pedagogy of multiliteracies, by contrast, focuses on modes of representation much broader than language alone. These differ according to culture and context, and have specific cognitive, cultural, and social effects… Multiliteracies also creates a different kind of pedagogy, one in which language and other modes of meaning are dynamic representational resources, constantly being remade by their users as they work to achieve their various cultural purposes (p. 64).

In a current reality where we are constantly balancing our mindless technological obsessions with news-induced anxiety and wellness sentiments, it’s exciting to see that the space within a social media platform echoes, cultivates and carries forward a radical call for change from our recent past.

Whether used as a “backchannel” (2018, p. 363) within a formal education setting, as Melanie E. S. Kohnen advocates for in "Tumblr Pedagogies", or simply integrated into one’s recreational learning routine, Tumblr affords its participants with a space to explore content, learn socially, and connect to other likeminded individuals and their own sense of self.

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