#i remember watching edits of superwholock all the time

[sophiesrambling]

just realized that the fact that the impala can travel through time and space makes it just like the tardis on wheels which just throws me back into the superwholock hell I'm having war flashbacks time is a flat circle somebody shoot me

[variousqueerthings]

okay I watched good omens s2 yesterday with my partner, and I was genuinely very surprised -- I think if you've grown up through superwholock/merlin/the 100/teen wolf type shows where (with the exception periodically of doctor who) you kind of had to make up the good show that something could have been in your head, that colours a lot of your viewing, and to be honest I thought season 1 of good omens was a fine little piece, honoured the book while modernising it somewhat, it was a nice, fun, low stakes time, with a couple of things I might have wanted a tad different but nothing overall awful.

so I was seeing all this meta and gifsets and discussion, while I was waiting to give s2 a watch with my partner and thought "ah, people have made up the good show in their heads again" not that I assumed s2 was going to be a bad show, but that people were taking extra deep plunges into possibilities, the way fandom does, and that was fine. I knew there was a big ol kiss, I had a sense of some kind of argument at the end, and that it was setting up a s3

I also knew that mainstream reviews were calling it (politely) self-indulgent and dependent on whether or not you enjoy david tennant and michael sheen having a good time for just under 6 hours

all in all, expectations of a somewhat mainstream show without too much to think about, a nice, fun low stakes time, moving on...

(EDIT: AND THEN I WROTE A LOT OF WORDS SO YOU CAN IMAGINE THAT MY REACTION WAS QUITE DIFFERENT)

as it turns out it seems these things that were being written on tumblr were discussing the actual text of the show and not things you could extrapolate if you squinted and tilted your head a little to the left as I'm so used to doing, so in fact there is much to think about!

and my first thought was "this is like when you read early discworld books that ask a question like a joke, only to find that over time the answer to that question becomes very serious (and also can be funny at times of course)." how terry pratchett would pick and pick at tropes and notions and social ideas and go "oh now hold on, this seems strange..." starting way back when he thought it was odd that women warriors always seemed to be dressed in metal bikinis and then realising he hadn't done a good enough job of subverting the trope, simply by depicting it and calling it a bit silly

why do goblins always get treated as the villains? what's with this divine succession of kings business? where are the female dwarfs? who do we treat as disposable?

good omens season one went: "haha what if heaven and hell were intensely incapable, bureaucratic, corrupt, and uncaring of the work they did, and we took an angel and a demon and had them actually care? wouldn't that be... a bit silly?" (and it was)

good omens season two went: "what are the consequences for caring when the people who have power over you are incapable, bureaucratic, corrupt, and uncaring? what are the forces that supersede systems built on fear, ignorance, and violent conformity? can people change and break out of/challenge/break down these structures by caring?"

and this was set up with a neat little sleight of hand (to reference aziraphale's switch-and-bait in the episode with the nazi zombies), because the majority of season 2 does feel a bit indulgent: hey, remember those two wacky angel-and-demon characters? watch some more wacky things they did through the ages, watch them take a sojourn through 1827 Edinburgh and do a magic show during the Blitz, and... stop the death of Job's and Sitis' children (actually maybe that whole segment ought to have been what they call "A Clue")

see them try to figure out a kooky mystery, all the while setting up a cute little same-gender romance on their street. watch as everything points towards a happy ending that's all about the two of them realising what they've been to one another all these thousands and thousands (and thousands and thousands) of years- but hold on. lest we forget - and the show has made this point over and over - there are powerful people who control them, who hurt them, and who plan on hurting others, throughout the whole season, and as it turns out they know what they've been to one another for far far longer, and know how to pull their strings...

season 2 then, has to show us these things, not because they're indulgent (well, maybe occasionally, but the apology dance is still important), but because in order to make the ending a tragedy, we first need to understand, properly, the impact that they have had on each other. we need to understand that Aziraphale relied heavily on Crowley to be his moral compass and leaned on black-and-white thinking in order to deal with things, because if it's all grey then where does he fit and what has it all meant and heaven has to be the good guys, even as Job's and Sitis' children are ordered to be killed, it's all he ever had...

and Crowley was always an anchor, needed to trust that Aziraphale was different, needed to bend to every whim that Aziraphale has, because otherwise what's his worth in all this? After having been already deemed worthless by the heaven that Aziraphale needs to believe in?

and that, simplistically described, is the narrative that we're seeing in s2, and alongside that the ways that the changes they have upon each other are noticed, and monitored, and placed under suspicion, and finally... broken up, not by the clumsy, brute force that's been attempted over and over again, but by a promise to return into a violent, controlling system and to "make it better from within"

and all of this is wrapped up in two queer relationships + a third queered-within-the-text relationship that creates the inverse of how it ends for Aziraphale and Crowley (so far). queer love -- whatever shape that has -- is explicitly the shape of non-conformity within this narrative, including within the symbolism of angel-and-demon love of Gabriel and Beelzebub, which in the context of the systems created is considered queer (and one can argue till the cats come home about casting cis actors, about angel-and-demon notions of gender/romance/sexuality, but the "queerness" comes from building something non-conforming to the systems they exist in), and enforced by the explicitly our-world-definition-of queer romance that Nina and Maggie have going on (which, while less high stakes, still contains the background controlling relationship that Nina initially is in)

all of this to say, that I disagree that s2 meanders, or that plotlines happen for the sake of showcasing Aziraphale and Crowley without purpose, or that characters get sidelined (I'd say it sets up a whole host of interesting characters to further get into actually), or that it's strictly mainstream easy-access narrative that's just an excuse for the main creators and actors to get back together.

the love is the point, and this show takes its time to show the love (and the unequal boundary-setting, and the fact that one of them has an undiscussed tragic backstory, and the desperation to belong again, and the fear instilled by oppressive systems, and and and), so that we understand why those last 15 minutes happen the way that they do

it's sleight of hand, and like all good magic, you don't notice until it's happened

[headful-of-worms]

It crazy how it’ll cut to a particular shot and I immediately know what iconic line is coming up or remembered how a thousand artists redrew this particular scene. It crazy how involved in this fandom I was lmao.

Oh my god I started rambling in the tags and I maxed out limit of tags. I guess in higher than I thought

I can’t believe I forgot about the hot lesbian squad in season 3 of Voltron

[instantpansies]

Haiii againn :3

Uhmmmm

I was wondering what your general mml hcs are :p

okay i think i'm finally prepared to answer this question!!! i'll preface this by saying i'm much more obsessed w phineas and ferb than milo murphy's law. i love mml very much but i don't have nearly as many Thoughts(tm) about it as i do pnf... even so here's what i've got

i'm not just saying this bc he's the voice actor, i think milo would listen to weird al. that and like '90s-'00s pop hits (basically canon anyway)

melissa has adhd and can't function without variety. she's always multitasking, fiddling, taking hard classes to keep herself occupied

definitely she's the type to really want one of those treadmill desks

that's part of why she gets along so well with milo, it's never the same with him. he's exciting

melissa is the most online of the main kids i think. she probably plays fps games and argues with people who disagree with her on twitter

i think melissa would be a vocaloid fan, lydia got her into it and she passed it on to amanda

btw lydia has been a miku stan since third grade

also melissa likes metal. i have no proof of this but i think she'd like it. good for studying

zack cannot stand metal though, it's grating and he can't hear the lyrics

on the topic of the main kids, i'm not super into shipping or anything but my philosophy is, they all have two hands. so casually speaking i really like the dynamic of simultaneous milo/amanda, amanda/melissa, melissa/zack (i'm not wild about them but if we don't go overboard zalissa is fine), zack/bradley, bradley/milo. they are in a circle holding hands and i like them a lot :3

however like i said that's just for funsies and i dont really really ship anyone there. i do like the dynamics of that particular arrangement though lol!

sara was a tumblr user during the equivalent of superwholock, now that that's not really a thing anymore she's gotten more into analysis and the more geeky side of dr zone fandom. she still watches the old edits though

okayyy i'm kind of obsessed w cavendish and dakota so they r always spinning around in my brain

i think brick and savannah are newer agents than dakavendish, which is why cav is kinda bitter. despite working for the agency for longer, he got stuck with the worst equipment and the most unfulfilling job possible

cav is probably a little frustrated at dakota because of this, but i'd think after so long working w him he's realized that it's not dakota's fault they can't seem to climb the ladder. they're just like that. but obviously he hasn't accepted his fate as we see in the show

dakavendish have been in the same semi-romantic semi-platonic situationship forever. neither of them has said a word. if they knew what a qpr was they'd really like that but they've never heard of it so instead they're just stuck Like That. hopeless idiots my beloved

cavendish watches ancient aliens and all those other sorts of shows about supernatural conspiracies. he half believes them. dakota watches them with him, ironically.

anyways back to the kids. lydia and buford met once at a concert for some famous orchestra, they don't really hang out but they email back and forth sometimes and exchange recipes.

lydia and amanda have been best friends for as long as anyone can remember. it sometimes seems like lydia is just amanda's sidekick, but she just prefers to step out of the way and do her part from behind the scenes. it's less stressful for both of them.

amanda hates candles. just can't stand them. they smell too strong, or never smell right, or they pose a fire hazard, or the shape doesn't fit the vibe she's going for.

related to that i think amanda has some pretty strong sensory aversions, especially to smells and certain textures

milo's backpack is essentially a pocket dimension. it's his hammerspace, so he doesn't need to think too much about what fits or not. he packs it every morning, but the stuff basically comes from already in that hammerspace. there are times when he packs the wrong things (which we see in one episode), but that's because they aren't stored in the backpack and are instead inaccessible to him

basically im saying milo is mary poppins and he can hypothetically access anything he needs at any time. issues only arise when he is caught unaware and unprepared, and that is very rare

milo and sara really like going to creeks. especially when they were little they would go to the nearest creek or pond and wade and look for creatures in the water

baljeet ran a boy bands fan blog back when the lumberzacks were active. he was shouted out once on their old social media and it's still one of his proudest accomplishments.

this isn't really an mml hc but baljeet kind of reminds me of a friend who runs a blog and a youtube channel about some really niche tech and programming stuff, and is also just a normal guy on the internet, so i think baljeet probably does smth similar

amanda and melissa have been academic rivals for a long time, but they have a mutual understanding and it's never gotten nasty. bradley thinks he's melissa's academic rival but honestly she doesn't see him as competition at all

bradley has a pretty big sweet tooth. i'm basing this off the whole carla thing if it wasn't obvious, but he definitely stops by coffee shops after school and gets the sweetest drink he can. ice cream fan as well

tbh i unfortunately do not think much about mort or chad. i dont have any hcs about them

same with the murphy parents :( i like them a lot but i dont have any thoughts abt them rn

elliot is bradley's older cousin who never really got along with him but their parents made them hang out when they were little. i'm going off vibes only here

okay so yeah that's all i can think of for now!!! i'm sure i will think of more later lmao but anyways. mml is such a good show

[nervosims]

tank baby girl

Sims Tag

tagged by the lovely @esotheria-sims <3. finally done with exams so i have more time to sim!

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

death by flies. the thought of being picked apart into nothing is so deathmetal. i've always been partial to some body horror, i never kill my sims off though <3

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

alpha all the way! i like to incorporate some maxis-match, but i just can't really vibe with the plastic-y aesthetic of ts4.

sims 2 pure maxis match is cute though!

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

absolutely not! i wish more of my sims were fat, actually. i love different bodyshapes (and it's the one thing that annoys me about ts2).

4. Do you use move objects?

dude when don't i

5. Favorite mod?

i'd say anything that makes the game look prettier; defaults, lighting mods, etc. i can play without any gameplay mods at all,,, just gimme the defaults!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

sims 3 showtime! i got it before getting the base game because i didn't know you needed the base game. i remember watching quxxn and falling in love with it. still my fave expansion (yes i know it's shit)

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

i simply don't <3. i mentally called it play mode and never realised this debate was even a thing lmao. but i'd say it like LIVing if i gave a fuck.

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

tbh i've never felt connected to any sim i've made. i made a legacy save in ts3 that got lost to corruption and just struggled to form connections to my sims ever since (there's something to unpack there). premades are safe because i know the game won't swallow them whole i guess.

9. Have you made a simself?

nope! i just don't think it'd fit. my ex-gf used to make me in the sims 4 and pose us together! she's probably drowning me in pools now though.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

probably absent-minded, artistic, clumsy, good sense of humour, and grumpy. but i have zero perception of myself so idk

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

they're all a bit grim so i can't decide

12. Favorite EA hair?

hairsweep! the og lesbian bayonetta. i never replace this mesh. it's just too good.

13. Favorite life stage?

adults (boo i know).

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

i do a bit of both. i enjoy all aspects of the game and it's good for the brain to be able to switch.

15. Are you a CC creator?

a shitty one! i have a tag, but it's all stuff that nobody but me would put in their game (i'm yet to learn anything substantial lmao).

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

i'd like to hope i do!

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

sims 2! it would be sims 3 but it's so impossible to play with semi-decent specs. the game is too poorly optimised, but it holds a special place in my heart.

18. Do you have any sims merch?

oh bro i wish. that'd be neat

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

i sure do! just speedbuilds, but i'm hoping to branch out into a full let's play when i'm finished w/ round 3 of strangetown lmao.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

i'd say i care less about a sim being pretty. sims 3 sims were hideous, and i'd always edit them. but, with ts2, i kinda love how unhinged sims can look. so, even with strangetown, i wanted the sims to have unique features (circe's asymmetrical grin!). i love the genetics system.

bro, 12 y/o me wouldn't let gunnar's chinless profile fly.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

it's just nervosims! but i don't play ts4 so it's never used. my old origin got banned because me and my friends shared the password.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

damn i can't choose only one </3. i love them all!

23. How long have you had a simblr?

i've had this simblr for a little over a year. but i've been in and out of simblr for around 3. i've been on tumblr for way longer (unfortunately). like, skeleton war, colour of the sky, superwholock tumblr.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

clip studio paint! i just add scanlines and a vignette. my reshade does the heavy lifting tbh. though, i'm trying to get pretty screenshots without it rn; my graphics driver is acting up and reshade isn't working for me.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

in terms of existing packs? none. i like all the stuff i have now.

in terms of future packs? none. simmers are greedy as hell asking for more. enjoy the fucking game.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

showtime!!! idgaf if it's a bad expansion it holds a place in my heart.

i'm tagging @alexbgd @alice-in-strangetown @annieshowell @wi-fu and whoever else wants to. feel free, no rush <3

[vergilsfavoritebee]

I posted 4,229 times in 2022

16 posts created (0%)

4,213 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@phoenixyfriend

@decisiontoleave

@storylinecaroline

@tartrazeen

I tagged 141 of my posts in 2022

#heartstopper - 11 posts

#charlie spring - 9 posts

#nick nelson - 9 posts

#eeaao - 8 posts

#nick and charlie - 7 posts

#heartstopper comic - 7 posts

#heartstopper tv - 7 posts

#mine - 7 posts

#heartstopper netflix - 7 posts

#so true bestie - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 99 characters

#but it’s so important for queer ppl to have other queer ppl in their lives outside of relationships

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think people crush on Nick Nelson so hard because most of Heartstopper’s audience identifies way more with Charlie. But I really hope there are people who are like, “Where’s my Charlie Spring? 🥺”

Because wishing for a person who is out and proud, supports your coming out journey, is really smart and thoughtful, has badass music taste*, and built-in amazing friends is just as valid a thing to wish for as a goofy, sporty, golden-retriever partner with heart eyes.

🍃🍂🍃🍂

*you may disagree about Charlie’s taste, but I’m sorry, Charlie liking Radiohead and The Strokes matches my fantasy, sorry about it. And from the comics we know he likes Chloe Moriondo, The Vaccines, and Muse.

318 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#4

I made this just to gauge what people think. Is this accurate?

tumblr eras

2010: beginning of mainstream

true microblogging platform

fuckyeah! blogs

there were actual celebrities on tumblr

2012-2014: twee “tumblr girl” aesthetic and peak fandom (superwholock & homestuck)

“sides” of tumblr (i.e. “science side of tumblr, explain!” and hipster vs. fandom sides of tumblr)

I feel like viria’s and burdge’s PJO and HP art was especially big

“I like your shoelaces”

2014-2020: peak “tumblr discourse” (think Steven Universe and the rise of TERFs); kinda faded out after the kinning wars and that whole rabies thing

2015: John Green/fishingboatproceeds C*ck Monologue and end of post edits

2017-2019: peak musical theater fandom (Hamilton, Be More Chill, etc.), Voltron fandom

2018: p*rn ban and mass exit

2020: ATLA revival (fr that’s all I remember from 2020 tumblr)—jk remember November 2020? election results, Stacey Abrams, destielgate/superhell, et. al.

2021-present: collective memes that are only important on tumblr (e.g., horse plinko, it’s me i’m the ps5, slug reacts, blorbo, bug ass)

lots of general celebration of queer media (very different from early tumblr where it was all speculation and shipping)

Elon bought twitter, so kind of a new era for tumblr

also, of course, Dracula Daily

960 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#3

To the Nicks who will likely never see this post:

🍃🍃🍃

Most of the pre-existing Heartstopper fan base and certainly most of the fans on Tumblr are the Charlie Springs of the world. And for them, this show is about the possibility of healthy romance (i want to believe in romaaance) and creating a loving queer community.

But, gosh, I hope the Nick Nelsons of the world find this show. Now that Heartstopper is in the mainstream, I hope the people who have more marginalized identities, who never thought about being anything other than straight but for whom straight doesn’t feel *quite* right, those who deal with toxic masculinity/femininity and don’t feel like they have real friends, this show is for them as much as the Charlies.

And I hope the Nicks who watch this show seek out their Charlies, Taras, Darcys, Elles, Taos, Isaacs, etc. and find a community that loves them for who they are. And I hope one thing you Charlies, Taras, Darcys, Elles, Taos, Isaacs, etc. take from this show is to reach out. This show is so good at demonstrating how being yourself makes others want to be themselves, too!

Much love to the beautiful people on this hellsite:

💖💜💙,

💖💛💙,

🖤🤍💜,

💚🤍🖤,

💖❤️🧡💛💚💙💜,

❤️🧡🤍💗💖,

💛🤍💜🖤,

💙💗🤍💗💙.

1,143 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#2

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1,292 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Joe Locke Appreciation

Listen I know Kit absolutely BODIED Nick Nelson but Joe Locke also absolutely killed it.

Like his nervous giggles? His chemistry with the entire friendship group? Every interaction with Tori? And he’s already portraying Charlie’s mental illness so well and subtly. That boy is killin it.

3,174 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[stripe-conlon]

The bone stealing witch was specifically from New Orleans because it was *every time* it rained which is why New Orleans generally buries their dead in above ground crypts that look like pizza ovens, but if you can’t afford that you’re buried in the ground so she was specifically stealing bones of the poor. Bone stealing is bad enough, but bone stealing from people who couldn’t afford to protect their bones is worse.

People 1) noticed and 2) went nuts whenever the background of the site changed like two shades of blue.

The moreos guy.

2013-2015 was full of high key bullying anyone who identified as ace, ran an ace inclusive blog or was an ace ally, one of the bullies also claimed to be a Catholic priest in the San Diego area named Father Angel. I remember that specifically because I ended up writing the diocese an email saying “this person is claiming to be a priest, here’s what they’re doing, and here’s all the reasons why, if they are a priest, a priest shouldn’t have a tumblr blog in general.” Don’t remember what happened to them because after I wrote that email I blocked the blog and didn’t follow up. Thomas Sanders went from Tumblr’s darling to public enemy number 1 almost overnight for publicly being an ace ally and his fans still have this “cringe” status today because of that.

Every time same sex marriage was legalised somewhere, there would be hundreds of posts of “(fictional couple) can get married in (place that legalised it) now!” Followed by the puking rainbow gif.

People always talk about superwholock, but I also found rise of the brave tangled dragons kind of annoying.

The absolute vitriol between Sherlock and Elementary fans. I was a sherlock fan who didn’t generally participate in the fandom and certainly not in the hate between the two but I accidentally followed an Elementary fan who did and it was just…I’m sure I’d like Elementary if I watched it, but I cannot get past the behaviour I witnessed from that fan.

Back when we could edit previous reblogs when we reblogged, the absolute sexual harassment of John Green to the point he disappeared from social media as a whole for a long time and routinely deletes his TikToks if they get too popular for his comfort.

I really can’t believe I’ve been on this hell site for 8 years

[spamaohno]

i have had an account on this hellsite for a decade now. i have seen the rise and fall of superwholock, hetastuck and rise of the brave tangled dragons. i not only witnessed but participated in the mishapocalypse. i watched dashcon happen in real time. i can remember when tumblr user pizza would apparate to every tumblr post. I remember when this site was obsessed with the onceler, and flower crowns on serial killers. i remember when the reblog button used to be at the top of posts, and when the op of a post would be indented every time someone new would reply. i remember when you could edit other peoples words and the john green cock balls post and taylor swift sharing recipes on her tumblr and how ace attorney fans added objections to everything all the time and how tumblr as a whole wanted to fight two random people on facebook for saying tumblr was boring. at one point i scrolled through “do you love the color of the sky?” posts at least five times a day and it was annoying as fuck. sixpenceee. imagine how is touch the sky. adventure time. gravity falls. fun pizza. HIVliving. steven universe. supernatural fandom adding gifs to every post no matter the context. Harry Potter. crave that mineral. phan. i witnessed the renaissance of this site and ultimate “fall of rome” so to speak, post-porn ban and cringe culture. my worldview was significantly shaped by this site as a teenager, which yes, that’s incredibly bad and toxic and yes, there have been dozens of bad opinions on this site since the beginning of time and yes, there’s no way it was healthy for me (or anyone at the time) to be stuck in a vacuum and consuming so many hot takes and blatantly incorrect “facts”, but at the same time… there was no better place to comfortably be a cringey teen in the 2010s. no, this site was not without bullies and assholes and just shitty people in general, but i think that it was honestly incredibly freeing as a downtrodden, depressed child to have this space where art, writing, and shared interests no matter how obscure were so prevalent, and where i could find comfort just being who i was, liking what i liked and discovering myself without severe judgement. i don’t think that modern teenagers have that kind of space any longer, anywhere, and in spite of all the plethora of bullshit that tumblr has spewed out or created or been a party to throughout the last decade, i am thankful for the time i was able to be me with people who were also being themselves and for the friendships that i created at that time which have prevailed for a decade and hopefully will prevail for ten more.

[castlesinchaos]

I thought about making a separate tumblr for my current minecraft/dream smp hyperfixation, but then I remembered that I have shamelessly pumped superwholock/X-men/literally-any-obsession-I’ve-ever-had-regardless-of-time-spent-obsessing onto this blog since fuckin 2013 and the only thing that makes this one different is the fact that I’m not letting myself enjoy it unapologetically. :-/

Edit: I was going to leave it at that but I think I’m going to elaborate actually.

The biggest difference between the mcyt community, and all of the other fandoms/communities I’ve been a part of for so long is how old the communities themselves are, as well as the average age of the people in those fandoms. And in a lot of cases that’s what makes the dsmp/mcyt more toxic most of the time, especially (recently) for girls. Let me explain.

The minecraft YouTube community is obviously not a brand new thing. There’s creators like Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, even old server players like Tobuscus, hermit craft etc. But the thing about the Dream SMP community specifically, is that DSMP only got popular in the last year or so. Specifically, over quarantine the server grew exponentially, as did its fan base. This fan base, tends to be younger people (I’m talkin 14 and under), and is predominantly male for the majority of the content creators (especially for the “largest” creators on the server (ie, Dream, Tommy etc).

Now, I’m not saying this growth is bad. It absolutely is not, the creators have put in time and effort and care and it shows in the way they engage with their communities, in the way they put out for us, the way they have tried to create a safe space for their fans. But the problem with quick and exponential growth in a young fandom ESPECIALLY when that fandom consists of pretty young fans, is that a large part of that community is going to have little to no previous experience in a large fandom. (Now, this has much harsher consequences and can lead to a lot of risk for young fans who don’t necessarily realize the need the protect their identity/personal life from potential community predators, but that’s a post for another time), but the biggest consequence I see and experience from this sort of situation is fans not knowing/understanding what is acceptable in the fan space and the repercussions of their actions.

I’m talking specifically, in what tends to be male members of the community, the use of slurs or offensive language constantly, berating other fans who do x y or z (ie, people who only watch Dream for his speed runs/YouTube videos berating people who only watch him for DSMP/lore or Vice versa), more specific to the gaming community but male viewers not respecting or validating female content creators (don’t even get me started on the way Hannah, Niki and Puffy are treated and viewed by some fans), AND MOST IMPORTNATNTLY: toxicity surrounding how the fanbase engages or participates in the community. most of this happens inadvertently or without realization from the fans doing it.

This creates a VERY tense relationship both between female and male (and NB fans because there is a large portion of the NB community who watches mcyt/dsmp), and young and old fans. Women feel like they’re not welcome in the community, they are shamed for watching and participating in the communities, they are belittled and shamed for art/writing/any contribution to the fan base they make and at the end of the day it can be a VERY hostile place for female/NB fans.

Young fans don’t have a good example of how to act or respect (both content creators and fans) boundaries, they tend to be adverse to education on the things that they’re doing wrong, and often they will continue to behave as they do until someone they respect addresses their behavior. And the problem with a predominantly young fandom, is there isn’t a whole lot of older fans to do that correcting, and when there is young fans tend to have alienated them already and therefore don’t necessarily respect them.

I also want to address that I’m not saying this is only the case for the mcyt/dsmp community/fandom. I’m just saying the conditions that created the community (short timeframe, exponential growth, predominantly young and male audience) has contributed to current state of the community. Other fandoms also had periods like this, the main difference, and where it becomes more personal for me, is that these periods of growth and toxicity happened YEARS ago, and the community as well as the people who engage in it has “grown up” a bit, so to speak. When you look at shows like Doctor Who and Supernatural and Sherlock, those shows have all been going on for 10-15+ years and the fanbase has also grown with it, overall becoming a more welcoming place and a place where fan created content is appreciated by a lot of the fanbase. (It’s also important to note a key difference here between the physical consumption of mcyt/dsmp and traditional shows like DW/Sherlock/SPN, with the latter there’s a consistent hiatus that allowed for a huge influx of fan created content like art/writing/theories. A lot of the fan base came to rely on this content to fill the time until the “canon” returned. and in doing so that put a higher appreciation on fan content and creators (which tended to be predominantly female ((something that is also common for the dsmp community)), which overall contributed to the destigmatization and toxicity surrounding fan content.)

At the end of the day I’m not saying mcyt communities or the Dream SMP community is all bad, or even irrepairable. I am saying that as a female and LGBTQIA fan, I have inadvertently internalized some of the ultra toxic sentiment surrounding participation in things like fan art, fan theories, and general fan engagement, and I want to be comfortable sharing these things that interest me and keep me engaged in the community on my blog that I’ve had for 8 years with the same shameless enjoyment that I’ve lent to other fandoms, and I think we can get to that point, it’s just gunna take some self realization from the community. Thank you for coming to my ted talk :)

[citizen-zero]

this is so petty of me and I know it is and I know it literally doesn’t matter but I just saw someone refer to themselves a “3-year veteran of Tumblr” and I feel the righteous outrage of an avenging angel because how DARE you. you joined in 2017 and you’re calling yourself a VETERAN?

you weren’t even here for the curse of the bone witch. you weren’t here when superwholock ruled this site with an iron fist and the Onceler cast his many dark and long shadows over the land. you did not bear witness to the first real-time run of the “x fandom grab your y” thread. you have never known a time when posts could be edited and so you were not present for the birth of the John Green cock-sucking monologue. do you even know who Tie Belt is? or communismkills? have you ever found yourself embroiled in drama over someone appropriating dissociative identity disorder by claiming to have fictional characters as headmates? were you here to watch sixpenceee try to practice unlicensed unqualified psychiatry, or to find out about her family using children for domestic labor? do you remember Cole Sprouse’s social experiment? I bet you’ve only ever seen the All or Nothing post in screenshots on other websites.

you weren’t even here for DashCon.

and you call yourself a veteran. after only three years. this is an outrage. this is stolen valor.

[reinerphatasshole]

Look Lahey, its a ShitHawk

hey cows, im turnin g 18 in about a month and after watching a strange aeons vid about tumblr i decided to hop back on here.

this is wild

i feel scared, like is this what bad nostalgia is?

anyways, I’ve remained on other social medias fairly consistantly, specifically instagram (quan_michale) so i havent really had a time capsule of myself on the internet when i was like 13, 14, 15 years old like i do here.

Like i have photos of myself, but here I can really see what I was thinking back then, which is wild.

The funny thing is that this site looks exactly the same, and seems to operate the same. Is the culture still the same? Like i understand that shit like superwholock is long dead by now, but are people still the weird little screeching goblins like i remember? I hope so...

Its also funny seeing what I was into. After I left tumblr, i abandoned my anime/fandom phase pretty heavily, although i still watched things like Steven Universe up until its end (which was disappointing and i was barely hanging on), I left my annoying?? phase behind..

Idk how to feel about it. I feel it was necessary for my growth as a person, we all kinda grew out of it somewhat kind of. But at the same time I did it to fit in.

Anyways, at this point in Quarantine I’ve started reconnecting with my past loves like anime. (NOT sherlock or su tho lol). I literally binge-read Tokyo Ghoul last week and kind of rediscovered my love for it (my taste was great for a middle schooler). Its sort of odd seeing all the edits i made of it though, and I want to apologize to any artist who’s art I might have stole when I was 13 and turned into god-awful edits and quotes because I had no concept of copyright.

I’m not sure how to close this off, Im not even sure Ill revisit this site again. In the end I only really used it for the p0rn, but they’ve had that shit defunded for a long time now so idk what my use is for this place.

But if you got any ideas lemme know.

I might come back every once and a while to dump my brain out, but that shit’s for moi and my need to actually write down what im going thru in this pandemic.

also bonjour my remaining 106 followers, u still here?

[adampage]

Wow ten years! What do you remember about the early days of tumblr? Next year is my 10 yr anniversary and i want to reminisce :)

I remember when I would literally scroll all the way down to the last post I’d seen on my dashboard and make my way up. I remember the reblog button being at the top of a post. I remember the reblog button opening another tab to reblog it. I remember checking a specific hashtag and it wasn’t filtered by the most popular, it was just a feed of what people had tagged it as. I remember HAVING to check the tags every day because I wanted to see what new things were there (which I still do for specific tags). I remember gifsets getting TONS of notes all the time and most of them being reblogs. I remember superwholock and reblogging doctor who shit even though I didn’t even watch the show but seeing my DW fan friends reblogging all the shit made ME want to reblog it. I remember destiel being the most famous ship of all time. I remember everyone live-blogging shows and people actually reblogging other people’s liveblogs. I remember the mishapocalypse. I remember tumblr crashing three or four times and everyone losing their minds. I remember John and Hank Green having blogs and people asking them things. I remember being able to EDIT OTHER PEOPLE’S comments bc I used to hate seeing misspellings skdkdjfh or just outright deleting a comment I didn’t like without deleting the comments after it or before. I remember sending fan mail to my friends, super long letters about how my life was going and then receiving letters back and having to remember what the fuck it was that I said???? I remember asks not being rebloggable. I remember having like fifteen of my IRL friends on this site??? and them seeing my blog??? I remember tiddies and cocks on my dash at fucking random hours of the day and night. Uhhhh. I remember a lot of it lol.

Also congrats on nearly ten for you too!!!!

[lazypeanuthologram]

SuperWhoLock was fun, tho??? Like I didn't get into the community, but i adore watching people just... having the time of their lives with harmless things. I love when people share their interests or whatever. And it wasn't just teens, either, i stumbled on some good fics/edited videos by adults, one of which was a professional film editor that i can't remember the name of (unless im getting him mixed up with something else). Like....whats wrong with being happy?

On a more professional note, i have *never* worked in a place where fandom wasn't expected. People talked about their fandoms all the time, sometimes with customers. Where the heck are these people working where something as mundane as fandoms isn't discussed????

Why are you defending embarrassing behavior? Cringe culture isn’t perfect, but it’s why we don’t have to put up with SuperWhoLocks anymore. There’s way less annoying people because shaming helps people give up bad/cringy behaviors.

i would absolutely rather be mildly annoyed by happy people enjoying stuff im not into than miserable people who feel embarrassed about everything they do. ill take a million superwholock kids any day over 1 weirdo adult who enjoys making people feel bad

[thepokyone]

Superwholock Extravaganza: Sherlock Edition

Gif not mine

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff; violence

Words: 4477

A/N: The final installment of my Superwholock Extravaganza is here (finally)! I hope you guys enjoy reading this ridiculously long fic!

Episode 4: Werewolves of London

You glanced behind you, panting. Your back was pressed against the rough bricks of the alleyway, and you were praying that the thing that had been chasing you for the better part of the night had finally given up. There was the scuff of shoes against pavement, and you knew whatever-it-was was still hot on your trail. You were exhausted, sweaty, and dirty. The night had seemed to wear on forever. You hadn’t returned to 221B for fear that whatever was tracking you would follow you in, and you didn’t want to put the boys in danger.

You heard the puff of breath from farther down the alley and edged quietly along the wall, your fingers digging almost painfully into the brick wall. You slipped around the corner, holding your breath as you heard footsteps and scuffling from around the corner. You continued inching along the wall, away from the corner. Maybe if you could reach the dumpster, you could mask your smell - assuming that was what the monster was tracking you by. Too late. It sprung out from behind the corner, growling, and you sprinted away, down the sidewalks of London and continuously mumbling “oh shit” under your breath. At the very least, the moon had disappeared and the sky was quickly lighting up. Dawn was here. All you had to do was hang along a little longer.

You could still hear it behind you, and you could swear you felt its breath on your neck. Pressing yourself to go faster, you put on a new burst of speed and skidded around another corner, the dazzling light of the sun hitting your face and warming your body, which was clammy with sweat. The footsteps stopped behind you as you slipped past the small groups of people. Finally, you slowed enough to glance behind you. Whatever was chasing you had disappeared with the moon. Gasping, you hailed a taxi.

“221B Baker Street,” You said, the fear slowly fading in the light of day.

The taxi driver glanced at you through the rear view mirror, looking slightly concerned. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” You said slowly. “Just… long night.”

“If you say so,” He said, but didn’t look convinced.

You spent the rest of the ride in silence, resisting the urge to doze off on the quick drive. Paying the man, you climbed out of the cab and limped towards the door. Adrenaline gone, you were aware of how much your body hurt. Sherlock met you at the door, swinging it open. “Where have you been?”

“Nice to see you too,” You said sarcastically, ducking under his arm and into the flat. Quite honestly, you were relieved to see Sherlock. “I’m going to get a shower.”

“You’ve been gone all night! What the hell have you been doing?” He quickly answered his own question. “You’ve been running? All night? From what?”

“Look, Sherlock, I’d really rather not talk about it right now,” You said wearily. “I just want to get a shower and sleep for a day.”

“Y/N -” He tried.

“Sherlock, if you prevent me from doing either of those things I swear I will punch you,” You warned grouchily, grabbing the sweats and tee shirt you had stowed in his bedroom and making your way to the bathroom. “We can talk about it later.”

Sherlock seemed to realize he was fighting an uphill battle, because he agreed. “Fine. But I want to know what’s got you so spooked that you didn’t just come back to the flat, or at least call.”

“Deal,” You said, shutting the door to the bathroom behind you.

Shadows. Growls. Pain. Fangs. Pain. Moon. Blood. Pain. Death.

You bolted upwards, chest heaving, feeling Sherlock’s hands on your shoulders. “It’s alright, you’re alright. It was just a dream, Y/N, just a dream.” Your chest heaved in a sob, and you buried your face into Sherlock’s chest. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back. “You’re safe  now. Shh, I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

“I thought I was going to die,” You said between sobs, your breath coming in and out in short bursts. “Last night. I thought I was going to die.”

“We’ll deal with that later,” Sherlock said. “But I need you to listen to me. If you keep breathing like that, you’re going to hyperventilate and pass out. Just breath with me, okay? 1, 2, 3, in. 3, 2, 1, out. There you go.”

After several minutes, your crying subsided, and air chafed against your throat, still raw from staying out on the London streets all night. “I’m okay,” You said between shaky breaths. “I’m okay.”

“Yes, you are,” Sherlock soothed, his hand still rubbing your back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“My phone died around nine last night,” You divulged. “That’s why I couldn’t call. I remember the moon was out, it was bright. The streets were pretty empty, and I couldn’t get a taxi. So I decided to walk home. Take a shortcut.”

“Y/N,” Sherlock groaned. “Taking a London shortcut at night? You could have been killed!”

“I’m getting to that,” You said irritably. “Please, Sherl, just let me finish. No interruptions. Please?”

“Fine, fine,” He said. “Continue.”

“I got about halfway back to Baker Street. I was cutting through an alley. It was dark, shadowed by the buildings, must have been nearly 10 at that point. I remember because the moon was providing a little light. There’s a point where the alley I was taking met another. I heard noise from the other alley, and paused. I guess I just shook it off, kept going. But I felt like I was being watched, so I picked up the pace a little bit.” You paused, taking a breath. “Then something growled. I thought it was just a stray dog, or something, and glanced behind me to see some sort of… monster. It was like a person, but wasn’t. We sorta just locked eyes, and the eyes were feral, empty. I just knew it wanted to kill me.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t…” Sherlock started, but quickly trailed off at the look you gave him. “Right, no interruptions. My apologies. Please continue.”

“I turned and ran. I could hear it, whatever it was, behind me. The alley felt like it went on for miles before I eventually ended up on a road. I decided darting through traffic was better than the alternative, and for a few minutes I thought I had lost it and headed towards the direction of 221B. And then… there was another one. It wasn’t the same as the first one, Sherlock. It looked the same, feature-wise, but the face was different. This one was a girl. So I ran like hell in the other direction. It chased me for hours. I was too scared to come back to the flat, I didn’t want it to break inside. Eventually dawn came, and the thing, whatever it was, left once the sun was out.”

Sherlock was silent for several long minutes. You wondered if he thought you were crazy. Eventually, he spoke. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“That’s very comforting,” You muttered sarcastically. If it weren’t for the fact that you had known him forever, you’d probably wonder how he sometimes seemed to read your thoughts. “It still doesn’t explain what’s going on, though.”

“I can… make a few calls,” Sherlock said slowly. “I have some acquaintances who might.”

You glanced up at him, tears still damp against your lashes. “You never mentioned any acquaintances.”

“Yes, well, it never came up,” He said. “You should get some more sleep. You still look exhausted.”

Nodding, you moved away to lay back down, curling up on the bed. “Sherlock?” You asked, voice slightly muffled by the pillow. He hummed in response, indicating that he was listening. “Can you stay for a little while? Just until I fall asleep.”

There was a pause, and you felt the mattress shift before he responded. “Of course.” You burrowed into his side, the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling you back to sleep.

Several hours later, you woke up feeling much more alert and refreshed than before. Sherlock, not surprisingly, was gone, though the sheets where he had been laying when you fell asleep were still warm. He hadn’t been up for long. You wondered, in still-sleepy bemusement, if he had fallen asleep too. Stretching, you eventually climbed out of the safety of the bed, pulling a hand through your messy hair as you padded into the sitting room. John was seated, watching the TV on low volume, and glanced up when you came in.

“Hey,” He greeted. “I came as soon as Sherlock called. He said something had happened last night, but he needed to run off and wanted me to stay and make sure you’re alright.”

“Thanks, John,” You said sincerely, sitting down in Sherlock’s chair. The detective didn’t seem to mind you sitting in it, as long as he wasn’t using it. Otherwise, you’d sit on the couch or Sherlock’s lap (though that was only when you wanted to get him flustered). “What time is it? When did you get here?”

“Around three. I didn’t get here long ago,” John said. “Half hour, if that. Do you want to talk about what happened last night?”

“Not really,” You said. “Not right now, anyways. I told Sherlock last night. I just… don’t know if I can relive it right now.”

“I understand,” The army doctor said sympathetically. You realized that, out of everyone, John was probably the one who understood the best. He knew what it was like to be forced to relive unwanted memories. “I’ve just got some trash telly on, not much else playing right now.”

You offered him a smile. “Good enough for me.”

Sherlock returned a couple hours later. John had made sure you had changed into other clothes and made yourself presentable, rather than sitting around all day. It had made you feel better, even if you didn’t want to admit it. You were reading some crappy romance novel when Sherlock entered. He was always confused as to why you read the things - you said it was because you wanted a glimpse of what a ‘normal romance’ would be, not that you wanted one. It seemed boring. At the very least, Sherlock kept things interesting.

“Good, you’re up,” Sherlock said briskly. “I visited an old… friend, of mine, if you will. I was right, it’s more up his alley.”

You blinked. John, too, looked confused. “I’m not following.”

“Monsters, Y/N,” Sherlock said, clapping his hands together. You jumped. “Monsters.”

“Right,” You said uncertainly. “I wasn’t aware that you believed in -”

“Actually, I do my best not to think about it,” Sherlock said flatly. “Regardless, he has contact with a couple brothers who can help.”

“I’m still very lost,” John said. “Sherlock, you’re making that ‘everyone knows what’s going on here’ face, but I don’t know what’s going on. So please, continue to leave me out of it.”

Sherlock looked slightly amused, though his expression quickly sobered. “I’m referring to what happened to Y/N last night, when she was coming back to the flat. She was chased by a monster.”

“Wha… wait, you mean like an actual monster? You were serious?” John said disbelievingly. “I thought you were talking about some creep or something.”

“It was like a human, but not,” You told John, putting your hands under your thighs to keep them from shaking. Sherlock noticed anyways, of course, giving you a knowing look. “They had like… fangs. But not vampire fangs. And almost claws, maybe? And their eyes… there was no humanity in those eyes. It was like… a rabid animal. I don’t know. I didn’t want to lead it back to 221B, so I spent the whole night running terrified around London.”

John grimaced. “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe…” He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. “Anyways - who were the two brothers that are going to help with whatever this is?”

“I’ve never personally met them,” Sherlock said, pacing around the room with his hands clasped behind his back. “They’re coming from America. Apparently, they’re the best hunters in the world. Word spreads among their type, I suppose.”

“Hunters?” You echoed. “Of what? Those… things I saw last night?”

“Among others,” Sherlock said. “Hunters of the supernatural. I learned about their existence when I was in high school. Ghost terrorizing the school.”

“Ghost,” John said weakly. “Ghost? Did you just say… he just said ghost.”

“It’s all real?” You asked. “Ghost, vampires, werewolves, all of it?”

“Yes. I decided to stay out of it. Some don’t, though, which is fortunate, as they kill what would be trying to kill us. Like that thing you saw last night, Y/N,” Sherlock said.

You swallowed roughly. “Do you know what it was?”

“I have a general idea,” He divulged. “From your description, it sounds like a werewolf.”

“But it didn’t have fur!” You blurted out.

Amused, Sherlock’s lips quirked up. “They typically don’t. But one bite will still turn you, and silver still kills them. To be quite honest -”

“Though we’d probably prefer it if you weren’t,” John interrupted.

Sherlock ignored him. “- I’m surprised you weren’t bitten, at the very least. Killed, at the worst. I’m very glad you weren’t though.”

“You sure know how to charm the ladies, Sherlock,” John said with an amused smile.

You weren’t offended in the slightest by Sherlock’s words - you knew what he meant. “So werewolves are a thing. Great. When will these brothers be here?”

“I assume after they manage to get a flight over,” Sherlock said. There was a knock on the door.

John glanced at Sherlock. “Were you expecting anyone?”

“No,” Sherlock said as Mrs. Hudson led the strangers in. There were three of them, one of which was dressed rather oddly. The other two, a red-head and a man with brown hair, were behind him.

“Hello!” The oddly dressed man, who for some reason was wearing a tweed suit and a bowtie, greeted you with a cheery smile. “Oh, Sherlock Holmes, I can’t believe it! Brilliant man, absolutely brilliant! I’m the Doctor, by the way! Just the Doctor, though I do wonder why people call me that sometimes.”

“Sorry, what?” John asked, after you and he had shared confused glances.

“Oh!” The Doctor, or whatever his name was (whose name was just ‘the Doctor’?), looked even more excited, if that was even possible. “And John Watson! Just as smart as Sherlock, in his own way. More people-smart, if you will! Sherlock is a bit lacking in that department.”

Sherlock looked like he was on the verge of strangling the man, and you sighed and stood to your feet. “I’m Y/N. Who are your friends?”

The Doctor looked as if he had just remembered something important. “Oh, right! This is Amy and Rory Pond!”

“Williams,” The man, Rory, intoned, but the Doctor didn’t look like he much cared. That, at least, reminded you of Sherlock. Especially when it came to Lestrade’s name.

“They’re my companions,” The Doctor explained. “Now, I’m not just here for a social visit, though I really wish I was since your brain, Sherlock, really is remarkable -”

“Doctor,” The redhead, Amy, interrupted.

“Yes, right, on topic,” The Doctor said, pulling a strange, wand-like tool out of his jacket pocket. “See my screwdriver here has been getting some odd, very odd readings -”

“That doesn’t look much like a screwdriver,” John said, crossing his arms.

Sherlock had been strangely silent, observing the odd strangers with the eye of a man who really wished he wasn’t looking at what he thought he was. “You’re the madman in the box!”

“Oh, yes, very mad!” The Doctor agreed cheerfully, before quickly backpedaling. His face was confused. “No, no, wait, how did you know that?”

“Well, for one thing, you just confirmed it,” Sherlock said dryly. “For another, my brother runs the British government. He lets things slip sometimes.”

“You mean, you hacked in to look at what he had on the topic,” You interjected with a teasing grin.

The Doctor didn’t seem to mind that Sherlock knew, a cheerful expression still on his face. You wondered if he was ever calm. “Ah, yes, Mycroft Holmes! Just as clever as his brother, twice as powerful, all but runs the British government and is doing a bang-up job, too!”

Amy looked like she wanted to disagree, but quickly decided against it. “Doctor? Why did you bring us here, other than to meet Sherlock Holmes? Which is interesting, don’t get me wrong, but we don’t typically take leisure trips. Even if we try, running for our lives is somehow always involved.”

“I’m getting to that, Amy,” The Doctor said, still using his screwdriver to investigate the room.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously.

“Taking readings,” He said, as if it was obvious. “And you, Y/N Y/L/N, are giving off some very peculiar readings.”

“Wait, how do you know my name?” You demanded. “I’m hardly ever on the news!”

“I’m a time traveler!” He said.

“Unfortunately, that is not the strangest thing I’ve heard all day,” You muttered.

“Dammit, Cas! Could you possibly make that any less pleasant!” The low voice of a man right outside the door caught everyone’s attention.

“Guess 221B is the place to be tonight,” You joked with a grin.

“I apologize,” Another voice answered. You guessed that was Cas, whoever that was. “Your human bodies are less accustomed to my form of travel.”

“Those would be the Winchesters,” Sherlock sighed, moving towards the door as Mrs. Hudson returned.

“Sherlock, you would not believe what I just -”

“Mrs. Hudson, perhaps you should go lay down,” Sherlock said sympathetically, waving in the three men. “You look like you’ve had a long day.”

“But Sherlock -” She tried to resist.

“I really insist that you do,” Sherlock said, placing his hands on her shoulders and leading her down the hall. “How do you expect to keep your health otherwise?”

He reappeared a few moments later and closed the door. The three men were having an awkward stare-off with the Doctor and his companions. The Doctor was staring at the shortest of the three inquisitively, face scrunched up in confusion. “Well then, what are you?”

“I am an angel of the Lord,” The man said.

Of course. Right. Obviously.

“You’re a what?” The Doctor asked.

Once everything had been cleared up, and you had been allowed time to retell what had happened to you last night, the Winchesters had disappeared with Castiel (who really was an angel) to get their gear. The Doctor was lost in thought, the only sign of movement being the sonic screwdriver he twirled between his fingers. Rory and John were having a conversation about medical stuff. Sherlock was deep in his mind palace, leaving you to make awkward small talk with Amy.

“So, a time traveler, huh?” You asked.

“Yep,” She said. “Gets a bit tiring at times, what with all the running around.”

“I understand that,” You said. “Trying to keep up with Sherlock is like trying to keep up with a track star!”

“It’s the same way with the Doctor! I’m like ‘Oi, slow down!’ and he speeds up!” She said. The two of you shared a laugh, a bit more at ease now, continuing to chat until the Winchesters and Castiel finally reappeared.

“Well, I’m glad I haven’t had lunch,” Dean said, tossing his bag down on the couch. “Could you tell me again how many werewolves you think you saw, Y/N?”

“At least two different ones,” You said. “But there could be more, I don’t know.”

Dean nodded. “Now, from what I can tell we only have tonight to find those werewolves, and we can’t cover the whole city by ourselves. Which means you’re helping us.”

“I don’t want to go back out there!” You exclaimed. “The last time I was out there, I almost got killed!”

“Welcome to our world,” Dean said dryly. “Look, we have to make sure they don’t kill anyone else. Which means everyone needs to be out there. Including you and your friends, Doctor.”

“There’s no cure?” The Doctor questioned.

Sam shook his head. “None that we could have ready in such a short amount of time. A majority of the time, the cure isn’t even successful. We can’t risk letting them go on a bloody rampage tonight. Which means they have to be killed. Sorry.”

The Doctor frowned, but raised no more arguments. Dean took back over. “Wolves hate silver. It’s the only thing that can kill them. Silver knives, bullets, et cetera. I have enough knives in here for us each to have one. Dean and I both have silver bullets, and we have one extra for someone experienced in carrying a gun.”

“I’ll do it,” John said. You had no argument about that, and neither, it seemed, did anyone else.

You all went out in groups of three. Well, sorta. You were with John and Sherlock, and the Doctor took his companions. The Winchesters went together, though Castiel would be acting as the in-between to ensure that things were going alright. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you had never been more terrified in your life. You were still tired from the night before, but a mixture of fear and adrenaline kept you awake and alert.

“This is where I first saw it,” You murmured to John and Sherlock, gesturing farther down the alley the three of you were currently standing in. “Though there’s no telling if it’ll be there again.”

“Shh,” John hissed, noise from down the alley gaining your attention. The three of you crept closer, Sherlock nudging you behind him. Secretly, you were thankful, though you would never tell him that. The man had a big enough ego on his own. A snarl sounded as you drew closer, and you gripped your silver knife tighter. A figure appeared, the same woman that you had seen yesterday. Sherlock gave you a questioning glance, and you nodded.

The werewolf woman still had her eyes glued to the three of you. You kept glancing around, making sure that no others were sneaking up on you, and looked back in time to see her bound forward. You took a step back, giving John room, and the soldier took her down with one shot. Sherlock nudged her with a shoe, ensuring the woman was dead, and you prayed for Cas to come take care of the body.

The angel appeared along with the whisper of wings. “Well done. Dean and Sam have also killed another werewolf. They also managed to discover that this was a small pack, with only four members.”

“Good,” You murmured, nodding at Cas before he disappeared with the body. Only a small smear of blood was left behind. “Two down, two to go.”

The three of you continued on. Sherlock glanced around. “Where did you see the second one?”

“That was the second one, Sherl,” You said. “The first was a man, and this is where I saw him. I met that girl across this street.”

Castiel reappeared. “The Doctor and his companions have been attacked by three werewolves. The information was incorrect. Sam and Dean are already there, but may need your assistance.”

Without further warning, Castiel grabbed John and Sherlock and disappeared. “Well, great,” You muttered sarcastically. “Alone on the streets of London once more.”

Deciding to continue on (who knew if there were any more werewolves out there?) you stepped out on the sidewalk, jogging across the road towards where you had encountered the now-dead werewolf. You slipped into another back alley, hearing more scuffling. You told yourself it was just a homeless person. Hopefully.

The thing is, it was a homeless person - a dead one. He was being mauled by another werewolf, who was ripping through to the man’s heart. You whistled. “Here boy!”

The werewolf’s head snapped up, and he growled. You shifted into a crouch, your grip so tight against the knife your knuckles were white. But, to your credit, your hand was steady. The werewolf sprang, moving to leap on you, and by some stroke of luck, your knife plunged through muscle and bone to pierce the heart. Unfortunately, you were also flattened by said werewolf, who was now dead but very heavy.

“You took one down on your own,” Castiel said, sounding impressed. You started in surprise at his voice, and he pulled the werewolf’s body off of you and offered his hand.

You took it, using it to hoist yourself up. “It was an accident, honestly. I was terrified.”

“Rightly,” The angel said, looking understanding. “I believe all the werewolves have been killed. I looked all over the city before I came to get you, and couldn’t find any other wolves.”

“Wait…” You said slowly, peering at him. “Why didn’t you just do that first?”

He blinked. “I suppose I did not think about it. I apologize.”

“As long as nobody is dead, all is forgiven,” You said, only half-joking.

“Your friends remain unharmed,” Cas said with a comforting smile. “I shall dispose of this werewolf and then take you to them.”

He disappeared with the werewolf’s body with the flap of invisible wings, leaving you alone. “Okay then,” You muttered, deciding to stay put.

Castiel returned less than two minutes later. “I will take you back to your friends. Be warned that the feeling of my travel may not be pleasant for you.”

“Duly noted,” You said. The angel placed his hand on your shoulder, and you were off.

Turns out, the after-effects of angel teleportation didn’t like you at all. You had to sit down for five minutes before feeling sure enough that you weren’t going to pass out or throw up (or both).

Sherlock still ended up helping you back to 221B, which was only a couple blocks away. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory had departed, with the Time Lord stating there was an emergency in Victorian London that needed to be taken care of. Dean, Sam, and Cas were walking back with you, Sherlock, and John. Every so often, Sherlock would give you a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“What?” You finally found yourself asking. “What’s that look for?”

“What you did was dangerous,” He said.

“I’ve stood against Moriarty, Sherlock,” You stated. “Danger is relative.”

It didn’t seem to matter, though, since for several weeks after the incident Sherlock kept a closer eye on you than usual. And, of course, the three of you had come to a silent agreement: the Winchesters could take care of the supernatural stuff. That definitely wasn’t your area.

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

Hello y’all!

For our assignment, we had to write about our ways of use of communication and what we expect of this study and what to do with our degree (future plans in the communication field).

Let’s start with the basics: I don’t have any plans.

That is why I am using a real life social media platform for this assignment. Not because I see myself have a career in the social media field, but because almost everything related to media goes through the hell hole that is my *drum roll* blog!

Yes, this is the raw thing. You’re reading a blog post that I’m writing on my actual blog and that’s also published on my actual blog. That’s why it’s also in English (written without spelling check, mind you, so forgive me for possible mistakes). Maybe some of my mutuals will send replies and I will totally include them in the final assignment. With other words: guys, send me an ask if you wanna stay anonymous. I sure as hell will, because no way I’m going to give any of these people reading it in class my url.

(Verena, Ine, I’m talking about you two!) (Maybe Marjan as well?) (Cee?)

But yes, I am Yuè (I added the accent on my name when I was six), I am currently studying communication sciences at the university. I am not naming said university since I am semi-anonymous on tumblr. 

That being said, if any of my followers have paid attention and they know something about Dutch universities, they might already know...

Why did I chose this bachelor study? Honestly, I have no clue. Because I liked it? 

Okay, let me talk about this a little bit more. As you can see, I am on the lovely social media site named tumblr, often described as “literal hell” by its users due to tumblr’s unlogical system. Then why am I still on this site? Because, like many, I am a fan. I’ve been on tumblr since the days of Superwholock.

Guys, I know all the 121 episodes of glee almost by heart. Remember when Jesse sang Bohemian Rhapsody while Quinn was giving birth in 1x22? Or when Blaine made handpuppet versions of everyone and they sang What Does The Fox Say while wearing tacky animal masks in 5x07? Oh, oh! Remember when they brought back Matt for only one line in 6x12? THE ZOMBIE MASH-UP IN 2X11! Man, glee was wild.

Why is this relevant to the assignment? First of all, I never pass an opportunity to talk about glee. The amount of glee I’ve used during the Dutch equivalent of high school is unreal. Second, because it might make it easier to explain why I ended up chosing for communication studies, even though I had absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing.

I always looked up to the so-called “meta writers”, people who broke down every scene and (over)-analysed every aspect of the scene. I read it and I loved it. Media are two ways: the sender and the receiver. The fans’ interpretation of some scenes made glee glee for me.

Not only that. I like all kinds of media, and being surrounded by other g(l)eeks on tumblr made me realise that. I never knew it was possible to study something like that, until Alex and I went to that one university in Amsterdam for this Arts, Media and Culture course that totally sucked. That day, I came across “communicatiewetenschappen” and I’ve never looked back. 

So now I am here. I am probably reading this in class with you and I am probably feeling some embarrasment, but I am going for the real thing here, so no editing after I post this.

I am so fucked, am I?

Now, what am I planning to achieve with this study? Again, no idea. 

I kinda live in the moment. Wording it like that might make it sound edgy, but really, it’s not. It’s kind of stressfull. Remember during Inleiding in de CW vaardigheden, we had to use mentimeter to write down our childhood dream. I was the one with: “Ik had geen idee. Dat heb ik nog steeds niet.”

But you know, I guess I still have 3 or 4 years to figure it out. By now, I really like looking into generational differences when it comes to media use, especially since my two younger cousins are practically the same generation, yet they’ve grown up in such a different world thanks to media. Yesterday, my 7 yo cousin was watching vloggers on YouTube on the SmartTV with the help of his brother’s XBox. If you would’ve asked a 7 yo me if I wanted to watch YouTube, I would’ve asked: “What’s a JoeToep?” Meanwhile, my grandma doesn’t even know what vloggers are. 

Hell, I even had to explain the entire phenomeon to my dad and uncle once.

Another thing that I am quite passionate about is representation in the media of minorities. And yes, of course I care about all, but personally, Asian representation (remember when they kinda really whitewashed Blaine in glee? Yeah...)  and the portrayal of LGBT characters are most important. 

Outside the academic life, I like to play on my Nintendo consoles and cry about musicals. Ever since glee ended 2,5 years ago, I’ve mostly moved to being a huge Broadway fan. See that icon? That’s from my favourite musical (Darren Criss as Hedwig Robinson in Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Broadway, for the ones who want to know) and I am actually listening to the original Broadway cast recording of Legally Blonde: The Musical as I write this. Apart from that, I doodle a lot.

I think that’s it?

Yeah, it’s probably time for me to wrap this up, publish this, and try to find a way to format it in a usable way for class.

Bye!

[monty-green]

listen like... i know you all like to look at the past with some strong rose-colored glasses of nostalgia on but like... i was here on tumblr in 2013 and it wasn’t some safe haven where the most cringe-inducing thing was the existence of superwholock like...

people were still bullying others off of this site in 2013 and i distinctly remember at least one or two instances where there were nights that people throughout fandoms would have to spread messages of love and support to artists (usually minors at that) who were getting mercilessly bullied and being told that they should kill themselves over their ships and their art and the superwholock fandom itself had a few memorable times where we feared certain members of the fandom would commit suicide sometimes because of all the unwarranted hate they were receiving

also, there was without a doubt tons of discourse, but it was usually more related to television shows and movies and a bit less linked to real life things (like the current, seemingly never ending ace discourse). like, people were having discourse over whether or not it was okay to make “hail hydra” jokes (which like... it isn’t, but in that climate it was well accepted despite being obviously anti-semitic), and that’s just the most notable thing i remember from that time period. there was an entire “say-no-to-superwholock” blog documenting the cringe-worthy things (as well as racist and homophobic and other shitty things the fandom did) that were going on, and the creators of that blog obviously got sent a shit ton of anon hate and were eventually shut down by tumblr. there was a lot of fighting within fandoms and certain fandoms purposely distanced themselves as far as they could from the superwholock fandom because it was such a toxic place and people (rightfully) didn’t want to be involved in a community that was misogynistic, racist, and fetishized homosexuality, and the major decline of the superwholock fandom and the immediate criticism of each show’s flaws there after i really believe is what (at least partially) paved the way to the current discourse on racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, and other horrible things that are still currently embedded within fanbases.

i guess the point of this is to say that tumblr has always been a sort of shitty place and just stop looking at the past as if it was some sort of much better place where the worst thing was the superwholock fandom. also, in case you all are forgetting, one of the most major scams happened back in 2014 lmao dashcon was without a doubt only able to thrive because of the climate of tumblr of that time because it was so heavily focused on fandom loyalty and you pretty much had to be part of the “in-group” (read: the superwholock + mcu + also homestuck usually?) to fit in on the website. Anybody that wasn’t within that “in-group” was met with usually confusion and sometimes even hostility because somebody dared to insult (aka, rightfully criticize) their favorite show, and it was only a great time if you were either an aesthetic blog watching from the distance or if you were within one of the few accepted fandoms

additional edit: totally just remembered the entirety of “callout culture” which basically consisted of one user disliking another, so they would drag up any post they made (even if it was from like three years ago and they had apologized at least ten times since that post was made) that was Problematic and would get their own follower army to go send fucking anon hate to whatever user they didn’t like... oh and uh, usually this was either minors fighting with each other, or grown adults harassing minors. obviously, both these situations were shitty in their own ways, but yeah no i genuinely remember grown adults harassing 15-16 year olds over problematic posts they made when they were 12. yes, this was a real thing.