#obscure fandom quotes

[drieddpetals]

jesper: *lowkey panicking* "guys i seriously cannot find my airpods"

inej: "maybe you should say a prayer to saint anthony"

jesper: "OH YEAH! what's that rhyme that's like 'saint anthony, saint anthony please come down, something is lost and needs to be found?'"

inej: "yeah that's it"

jesper: *literally 5 seconds later* "OH MY GOD I FOUND THEM"

inej: "see? saint anthony never fails"

jesper: "for real"

kaz: "you seriously think saint anthony helped you find your airpods??"

jesper: "hey man, i'm not about to deny the saints"

[therighthandofvengeance]

It’s an obscure media to you, I actually know it quite well

[karinyosa]

listen i can’t prove that asp bloggers by and large seem to know brinker was based on gore vidal now because of me but brother i will say it was not like that back when there were like 4 asp blogs and all the fanart was anime

[msmc-796-official]

---------------------------------------- >>Terminal Connected - Welcome to the Omninet<< ----------------------------------------

"NO COUNSELLOR NEEDED COUNT FOR A MOMENT OF RAGE"

"ON HANDSOME AMENDS AT THE ENDS OF THE MURDERER;

"THE MONSTER OF EVIL FIERCLY DID HARASS THOSE WHO WRONGED HIM;"

"WATCH FOR BEOWULF, AND HIS TRAITOROUS SHADOWS."

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These lines are from... the saga of Beowulf? Old Cradle literature may yet be unforgotten. (I of anyone should know, my own mech is named for Old Cradle mythos as well.)

You must be Grendel, then; greetings to you, and to the rest of Black Torrent Mercenary Company as well. MSMC-796 welcomes you to the Omninet, and takes heed of the warning given us.

Now, how to respond in kind... ah, I know. A different mythos than you may be familiar with, perhaps, but I think you'll understand.

"But when for the fourth time they were come to the springs,

Lo then the Father lifted on high his golden scales,

And set therein two fates of grievous death,

One for Achilles, and one for horse-taming Hector;

Then he grasped the scales by the midst and raised it;

And down sank the day of doom of Hector,

And departed unto Hades; and Phoebus Apollo abandoned him."

-- Angel

[kittyscarfredux]

when a manga you like gets an anime, but you know that your character of choice doesn't get exposition about what makes them the specialest until like 60 chapters in so none of the currently active fandom will know what you're talking about unless it gets another season in three years and who knows if an asteroid will hit the earth and obliterate us before then.

[sisterdivinium]

I always find it amusing how some people seem to be earnestly shocked by how not every viewer falls in love with Ava from the get go or how some don't really like her at all.

Disliking a main character is not a moral flaw, nor is it a novelty in the history of humans reacting to stories. There are no rules pertaining to how an audience must be fond of a protagonist. Different people like different things, as the saying goes, and, regardless of whether the title of the show is "goofy" or not (it was Forbes' Paul Tassi that deemed it so, if memory serves right), some of us were reeled in by it and expected what it says on the tin rather than following a reluctant hero for a handful of episodes while she avoids precisely that same narrative we might have initially signed up for.

It's both a matter of expectations and values; I've said somewhere before that JC's gang is unbearable to me also because I find no common ground with characters who embody a lifestyle I have seen up close and strongly rejected. They remind me of people I loathed and who certainly loathed me back. Subjective? Entirely, even though I also object to them as characters given how mind-numbingly dull and superficial they appear to me, as they are presented in the show (flat characters instead of round, if you want to E.M. Forster it, but so flat, so thin, that they might be ripped apart any moment). JC's speech on institutions is all pretty and commendable, but it sounds empty when the big middle finger he and his companions are giving to a higher social class is... The remarkable "cause" of crashing at their places so kids can get high on drugs in raves around Europe, apparently. His professed idealism doesn't really go beyond words -- and it's hard to sympathise with that.

Of course anyone could say the OCS also boasts of void discourses, ultimately meaningless words that deform reality, obscure it, manipulate it (the halo bearer, the gift, worth, God, grace, faith...) and they would be justified in their protestation seeing as the church's words are proven to be hollow as the story progresses. I won't argue with you there.

Yet this is thematically relevant considering the show's title. That is what I had hoped to see when I first hit play on the initial episode some time in 2021 (I'm neither of the "original" fans who watched WN as soon as it came out nor of the post-s2 crowd). So when Ava momentarily chooses that other lot, that other nucleus over this one, it almost led me to choose another show (and I have friends who did, despite my guarantees that it would pick up the pace quickly enough).

Now, none of this is meant to point fingers or judge people who loved Ava from the start or even those who might have a soft spot for JC's gang. The only thing this little text aims to accomplish is to explain how we all watch the same thing but wearing different pairs of lenses -- and that is a quality rather than a disadvantage. It means Warrior Nun can speak to all sorts of different people with different interests, values and sympathies, and it once more demonstrates how foolish Netflix's decision to cancel a show with so much potential reach was.

And, if you must know, I came round on Ava later on thanks to the powerhouse that is Alba Baptista's portrayal of her, allied with the clever writing I was treated to in season two.

If the power to change a viewer's opinion and feelings over a character she had disliked doesn't speak to the sheer talent of the people involved in a project, on and off-screen, I really do not know what else could serve as a higher compliment to everyone that brought it to life.

[teeth-kid]

were "[insert media] characters as vines/etc" videos ever good or was i just not paying attention

[yave-ren]

Tag Names/Explinations

Oh to be an aesthetic blog with an esoteric tagging system

Anything for my Sisters

The six Zuringoss Sisters, of which the main character is the oldest. This is a quote from one of my fics. These specific tags reference @/nabooro’s descriptions of The Six, figures of Naboo religion

Yavé - the missing sister | Dressig - the Jedi

Sayé - the child queen | Shiraya - the hermit

Leté - | Enshadu - the dark lady

Nesé - | King Dod Veruna - the king

Vané - | Zenda - the warrior

Edlé - | Rojile - the future

One of my Best Friends was a Jedi

Friendships between characters where at least one is a Jedi

Yavé & Jem - we don’t lie to each other

Ben & Jem

Yavé & Ben & Jem - Jedi extrodinare

Anakin & Obi-Wan -

Han & Luke - Han old buddy | yeah I knew Luke

Obi-Wan & Hondo - at least I think we were friends

Hennik & Fly

We are brave, Your Highness

Naboo Handmaidens

Amidalans

Dérunans

Jiyoonans

Cosâbans

Gyâtakans

Hodâchans

KOR-Knights of Ren

My attempt to keep them out of the main tag

Kylo Ren - Master of the Knights of Ren

Yavé Ren - love over duty

Jem Ren - My most loyal knight

Hennik Ren

Fly Ren

Jaina Ren

Jacen Ren

There’s a Girl in There

Queens of Naboo. The specific quote is in reference to Padmé, from someone trying to analyze her.

Amidala - I’m not sure I was ready

Déruna - heralded as a king before I had a birthday in double digits

Jiyoona

Cosâba

Gyâtaka

Hodâcha

The Force is Strong in My Family

Family dynamics, relationships, and parallels of Force users

Luke & Leia - somehow I’ve always known

Anakin & Luke - I am a Jedi like my father before me

Anakin & Leia - passionate. fearless. forthright.

Vader & Luke - he told me you killed him. no. I am your father.

Luke & Ben

Leia & Ben

Anakin & Ben

Vader & Kylo - i will finish what you started

Skywalkers - family at war

Jaina & Jacen -

Family

Non-Force Relationships

Padme & Luke

Padme & Leia - wise. discerning. kindhearted.

Bail & Leia

Breha & Leia

Anakin & Shmi - then we will see each other again

Han & Ben -

Pass on what you have learned

Master and Padawan. Teacher and Student.

Yoda & Dooku

Dooku & Qui-Gon - you're a much wiser man than i, Qui-gon Jinn

Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan - you've been a good apprentice obi-wan and you are a much wiser man than i am. i forsee you will become a great jedi knight

Obi-Wan & Anakin - i have taught you everything i know and you have become a far greater jedi than i could ever hope to be

Anakin & Ahsoka -

Obi-Wan & Luke - Obi-Wan has taught you well

Yoda & Luke - when I am gone the last of the Jedi you will be

Luke & Ben - the greatest teacher failure is

Luke & Rey

Sabé & Yavé - I am what I am cause you trained me

Saché & Sayé -

Old Friends Not Forgotten

Also described as "whatever the hell those two have going on"

Anakin & Obi-Wan - closer than brothers. more intimate than lovers.

Padme & Sabe - she will always pick Naboo and i will always pick her

Vader & Obi-Wan - you didn't kill Anakin Skywalker. I did.

Han & Chewbacca

Han & Lando

Obi-Wan & Maul - look at what you have become | look what i have risen above

And yet a trace of the true self exists in the false self

Characters that have two selves

Padmé Naberrie | Amidala -

Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader - Anakin is gone. I am what remains

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Ben Kenobi

Tsabin | Sabé

Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - let the past die. kill it if you have to.

Yavé Zuringoss | Yavé Ren - my best student | my failure

Jem Kreyzle | Jem Ren

Sayé Zuringoss | Déruna

Leté Zuringoss | Jiyoona

Nesé Zuringoss | Cosâba

Vané Zuringoss | Gyâtaka

Edlé Zuringoss | Hodâcha

We are encouraged to Love

Ship tags

Anidala -

Obitine - had you said the word i would have left the order | I always loved you. I always will

Hanleia - I love you. I know.

Kyvé -

Stormpilot | Finnpoe -

Kylux -

Saché/Yané | Saché x Yané -

It’s like poetry, it rhymes

Star Wars is when Parrallels

Anidala/Kyvé - we are what they never got to be

Padmé/Yavé - I’m older now than she’ll ever be

Characters

Anything about or relevant to a character, in addition to other tags

Ahsoka Tano -

Anakin Skywalker -

BB-8 -

BD-L0D -

Ben Solo -

Boba Fett -

C-3PO -

Cordé -

Count Dooku -

Darth Maul -

Darth Vader -

Duja -

Dormé -

Edle Zuringoss -

Eirtaé -

Ellé -

Finn - you're a good man Finn

Han Solo - never tell me the odds

Hux - I am not weak. I am patient.

Jango Fett - I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the galaxy

Jem -

Kylo Ren -

Lando Calrissian -

Leia Organa - General? To me she is royalty

Lete Zuringoss -

Luke Skywalker - I became a Legend

Nese Zuringoss -

Mace Windu -

Moteé -

Obi-Wan Kenobi -

Padmé Amidala - queen. angel. senator.

Poe Dameron -

Qui-Gon Jinn - your focus determines your reality

Sabé - the queen's shadow

Saché - the lowly page

Satine Kryze -

Saye Deruna -

Sola Naberrie -

Teckla Minnau -

R2-D2

Rabé -

Rey Nobody

Rey Skywalker

Vane Zuringoss -

Versé -

Yané -

Yavé Zuringoss - sister. jedi. disappointment.

Yoda

Miscellaneous

Anything else that comes up often

The Dragon Monologue (Vader Transformation/“This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever”), ROTS pg. 448-450 - dragon monologue my beloved

Force Ghosts - No one's ever really gone

Lightsabers - this weapon is your life

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover - ROTS novelization my beloved

[mylonelylittlestar]

My little star

Characters: Xavier Summary: random relationship headcanons with Xavier Warnings: None A/N: I've completely fallen in love with Love and Deepspace, especially with Xavier. It's truly hopeless

the type of boyfriend to get you matching pyjamas

he gets you so many that they slowly start to replace all of your own

likes to match with you even if you don't live together, so sometimes he just texts you to ask which pyjamas you're wearing so he can change into the matching one after he showered

if you ever gift him slippers, blankets, or pillows, he will keep them forever (even if it's something goofy like those big fluffy bunny slippers)

the best person to ask for good midnight snacks. He can recommend fantastic instant noodles, chips, crackers, or other snacks that are light and won't give you stomach aches late at night or negatively impact your sleep in any other way

very interested in your skincare routine (if you have one) and will try out any mask or cream that you give him

if you come up with a routine for him (a simple one, maybe, like the basic cleanser > toner > moisturizer), he will follow it diligently, dragging himself out of bed before he sleeps every day to do it because you were the one to pick those products for him and he doesn't want to waste that

he feels like it connects you to him, even if your routine is completely different and a bit more complicated

never cries during movies, no matter how sad they might be, but he does (on very rare occasions) get a bit teary-eyed

he will hold you if you cry during a movie, and he would never even think about making fun of you for it

he does secretly think that it's cute that you get so worked up about a movie

can sleep through anything. a bomb could go off in his house and he wouldn't know that it happened until he woke up

has seen every single episode of any shitty sitcom you can think of at least three times because he occasionally watches them while he sleeps

sometimes he quotes them but because he knows each of these shows so well now he always quotes the lesser known scenes and no one gets what he's talking about

you start to understand his references after a while, so sometimes he will quote some obscure scene from a super unpopular sitcom that got cancelled after one season and you're the only one laughing

secretly sneaks to the arcade sometimes to practice the claw machine game because he wants to get you the plushies you don't have yet (and to impress you)

he ends up getting dozens of repeats of plushies that you already own. he collects in a small storage room in his apartment that used to be empty

he ends up giving them away when the collection gets out of control, donating them to a children's hospital nearby

gets all shy when you find out about it, blushing bright red like a tomato (or a wasabi octopus)

knows about every single 24 hour store in the city because of his odd sleeping habits and always knows what to do no matter what time it is

you can't sleep and want to go on a date at 3:27 am? he knows a place

if someone is mean to you he will try his hardest to deescalate the situation, but he's also fully willing to fight the person if that doesn't work

I mean have you read his Anecdotes 2? He doesn't give a fuck. He'd prefer not to fight, sure, but if it's unavoidable? What is he gonna do? Not fight and defend you? Ridiculous.

The fandom has already started turning him into this soft uwu stereotype, but the thing is that that's... just not him? He's sweet and kind, yes, but that's not all he is. He's complicated! He has layers!

if he ever falls asleep during a date he would feel awful about it for days, even if you reassure him that it's fine and that you're glad that he feels safe enough around you to fall asleep

he tries to make it up to you with a different date and he falls asleep again, which starts a vicious, endless cycle

when he finally does get over his guilt it's only because you fall asleep during a date after you had a long day at work

knows when you cheat in kitty cards, but sometimes he just lets you get away with it, especially if he knows you had a stressful day at work. He hopes that the win will cheer you up

his good night kisses are forehead kisses while his good morning kisses are on top of your head if you didn't sleep over or on the cheek if you did

[garmgeyr]

ENIGMATA: The Path of Storytellers, Skeptics, Poets, and Possibilities

Enigmata is - and will likely remain - a poorly understood path. Its philosophy, after all, defies the concept of “certainty” in favor of endless possibilities, so to understand it fully would be to eliminate Enigmata itself. So far the only factions we know of are the History Fictionologists, who embellish the past with fiction in order to inspire future possibilities, and the Riddlers, who use metaphors, riddles, and other circuitous language to forge multiple meanings in communication. This is not simply “the path of liars and misinformation,” as the fandom has taken to believing. That would be better fit for Elation. Enigmata is instead the path of “what if,” and sits in direct opposition to the cold, systematic omniscience of Erudition.

Defying Erudition does not mean that Enigmata necessarily aims to destroy knowledge or knowing. I would argue that “theory” is an acceptable concept within this philosophy because “theory” itself is innately uncertain. A theory is a theory because there exists the possibility for it to be proven wrong, given enough evidence, the right tools, and time. Instead, Enigmata reminds Erudition that nothing can ever truly be 100% known, and that science is filtered through biases, variables, imperfection, and misattribution. On top of that, reality is created on the individual level, and every single creature in this world experiences it differently. To the Enigmata pathstrider, it is in fact impossible to explain the world with generalizations.

Giving up certainty does not come at the expense of intellect, however. “To stop questioning is to ask pouring rain to relinquish its faith in the glittering stars” is the quote for Enigmata in the data bank, written by a poet who presumably follows the path. The quote itself obscures its meaning with metaphor and leaves its interpretation up to the reader, but also highlights the act of questioning, which by itself creates the unknown and opens the door to speculation. Enigmata is therefore the path of skeptics. Don’t take words at face value, it says. Even Gallagher, one of our only examples of an Enigmata pathstrider at the moment, is described at least once as being skeptical, and frequently warns the Trailblazer not to believe what they see. This is not the path of brainlessness, even if Mythus is represented as a jellyfish, but is ironically cerebral. If there is nothing left to question, doubt, or wonder about, then there is no Enigmata.

Like all the paths though, whether or not you find the followers of Enigmata “good” or “bad” is a matter of perspective. Altering historical records might be offensive to a Candelographo, while writing a story that embellishes the past would otherwise be seen as a work of art. As stated above, Enigmata is not merely a path of lies, insofar as fiction is not foremost labeled as a lie. This is, after all, a path of poets and storytellers, and most of us don’t throw away books because they veer from what we know of reality or truth. Historical fiction presents to us both fact and fiction simultaneously, and asks questions like “what if 17th century Europe had dragons?” Engaging with fantasy in this way allows us to indulge in a whole plethora of alternate worlds that are paradoxically real and fake.

For this reason, there is no better way to introduce Enigmata to us than with Penacony’s dreamscape, which represents dreams, imagination, and memory. All of these things leave real impacts on us, even if they don’t reside in the part of the world we call reality. While just about all of us would agree that dreams and imagination are inherently full of possibilities, what about memory? The path of Remembrance governs memory, and believes that it can be captured and preserved 1:1. Mythus was born from the aeon of Remembrance, however, and represents one of the ways in which memory fails: when we forget details, our brain naturally plugs holes up with fabrications. Enigmata’s corrosion (and it is indeed called such in game) is usually harmless to memory in small quantities, but larger holes lend themselves to more impactful fiction. There is a famous psychological study conducted by Loftus and Palmer in the 1970s that revealed how leading questions and false information can affect eyewitness accounts of car crashes. New information has the potential to overwrite memory - a green car suddenly becomes red in testimony - and Dr. Blues’ quest line illustrates this phenomenon: a person whose body has been “forgotten” by the dreamscape becomes an origami bird with Enigmata’s (Gallagher’s) help. Unlike its defiance of Erudition, Enigmata is a facet, rather than an enemy of Remembrance.

This whole post was actually inspired by the Otherworldly Delights readable, which I haven’t even touched on yet and probably won’t spend much time going over it anyway. This readable describes how one of the Luofu’s storytellers acquired a parrot from a mysterious fan, and how the parrot learned to recite and eventually create stories of its own. This parrot was Youci (the Pure Fiction bird), and while not outright stated to be related to Enigmata, its penchant for reinventing the past all but confirms it to be some sort of History Fictionologist, even though its owner doesn’t believe it has the capability of thought and imagination that humans possess. This story and the description on the Jade Feather (tl;dr : a Candelographo was discovered to have fabricated all of the history she’d recorded since creating a quill from the feathers of her dead parrot) have something notable in common beyond just the parrot: a writer or storyteller acquires some kind of muse that coincides with when they begin creating fiction, but the writer themselves is never attributed as a History Fictionologist.

Mikhail was a prolific storyteller and most of his work was based on his own history. Despite everything he created being clearly fiction, he’s never described as a History Fictionologist. Gallagher is though, and is frequently represented as the statue of a hound. Mikhail even calls him "[his] hound." So I had to wonder — might he have been Mikhail’s “parrot?” Gallagher's purpose would have been to reinvent Penacony’s history, and he does that twice that we know of (first in turning the planet into the “Planet of Festivities,” and second in freeing it from the Order). As we see in Otherworldly Delights, Youci becomes a storyteller itself by first mimicking its master, and then observing the world around it. This echoes Gallagher’s character stories, which shows through a series of notes how he’s created his persona by observing people in Penacony. If he’s not the History Fictionologist himself, then he was a gift from one to Mikhail during the War of Independence. Under this theory, Mikhail - and likely Micah - both knew what Gallagher was, and relied on him for the power his stories held within the dreamscape.

This has gone on too long now, and I still have other theories to write out at some point, but all this is to say that Gallagher continues to be a phenomenal representation of the path of Enigmata: who and what he is remains full of endless possibilities in the face of so much information.

[gffa]

This is a long rant and I apologise if this comes off as too much 😅 I just want to let you know that I'm SO GLAD you're part of the star wars fandom. You're one of the few reasons my interest in this franchise has survived despite the toxicness that it has seeped into everything the past few years. Yes, star wars fandom has always been pretty much a mess but I feel like these days it's somehow gotten even worse. And there isn't even anything coming out that could distract everyone from the constant drama.

Your blog and your posts about the books are always a breath of fresh air in all this. I really appreciate that you take time to make all these long canon references and share them with us. And that you actually engage with canon content! For some reason that seems to be a tall order for most 'fans' these days.

It's exhausting seeing the ice cold takes about the jedi be repeated over and over again by people who seem to have barely even watched the films, let alone read the random book they're referencing to show how the jedi are So Evil and failed poor anakin by Forcing him to let go of his Attachments so they definitely deserved to all get massacred down to the last child!!! And if you push back by citing literally anything canonical to show how ridiculous their takes are they reference a random obscure legends novel (that they are often twisting and also usually haven't even read) And if you point out that, no, Legends isn't canon (and never has been) and we could discuss it as its own separate thing instead of dragging it into canon discussions, they completely flip and say they don't care and to stop taking star wars so seriously 🙄 ( u can probably tell I've had some pretty frustrating fandom arguments recently lol)

It does feel like groundhog day sometimes with the same arguments being repeated over and over again to villainize the jedi while absolving the genocidal mass enslaving space fascists that are Very Clearly the Bad Guys. And it feels pretty much deliberate at this point when people misunderstand star wars' canon definition of attachment and project all their issues in their own lives with their christian upbringing onto the space monks... This has only been exacerbated by people like Headland jumping onto the franchise and doing this with fuckass disney's approval, so now the racist anti jedi youtubers have started attacking this new anti jedi show so if I defend the jedi I get lumped in with them *sigh*

Anyway, I just listened to Padawan's Pride because of your posts and it was fun and a much needed palate cleanser for me after the months of anti jedi takes. I also started reading your jedi citations project and it's gotten me back into reading some other of my favorite jedi fics and maybe writing some of my own. So tldr; Thank You!

Oh, anon, I hear you and I went through a lot of similar feelings over the last few months. In between a lot of IRL stuff coming up and the fandom getting incredibly weird about Jedi fans (soooo much projection going on that it started getting unsettling sometimes) and the same old constant beratement on my posts, I was thinking that I was just too tired to deal with any of it.

It did get hard some days because it felt like no matter how hard I tried to be friendly and make a point to say that everyone needed to be allowed their space whether we agreed or not, that I would still get words put in my mouth or my posts misinterpreted or accused of trying to shut down other people's conversations, when I've never even interacted with that person, I've never reblogged anything from them, never talked about them, just made my own posts about the Jedi on my own blog.

That aspect of how, if we write posts that cite Lucas quotes or moments from the movies and shows, we're taking things too seriously (or the super weird one of how we're trying to "force" people to have to take Lucas' commentary as a holy grail or whatever), then we're taking it too seriously is SO REAL, I have been through that SO MUCH. And it's like, no! Nobody has to take authorial intention into consideration! But if you're going to say that I ~missed the point~ of what Lucas intended with the movies, I'm going to break out the Lucas quotes to show that, no, I didn't miss the point. You're still not obligated to agree, but the point is that I'm not coming out of nowhere with my views and deriding me as not a ~true fan~ or whatever is asshole behavior.

And it's hard to have that groundhogs day feeling, especially because you don't necessarily want to spend that time getting into arguments with people--they are allowed their own space, if they want it! But if they're coming into our space, then yes we get to respond with an essay if we like. (And, hey, some of us genuinely like writing essays, it's satisfying!) But I've found the best mindset for me to have when arguing is: I'm not going to convince this person in front of me and that's fine, they're not going to convince me, either. But there are other people watching this discussion and they are seeing which one of us is being a pill and which one of us looks kinda fun to hang out with.

Which is my way of winding around to what I really want to say--I'm so glad that I can help you want to have fun in this corner of fandom! There's always going to be times to respond with sharp edges to Jedi-critical stuff (especially when it starts dipping into the racist, xenophobic, bigoted nonsense)(not all of Jedi criticism is this, but it does happen all too often), I don't blame Jedi fans for having their nerves scraped raw by people feeling absolutely free to treat our posts like public property instead of them coming into someone else's lane to make a mess. (I've met some very nice Jedi critical people, this isn't about them, this is about the assholes.)

But is it really worth being in a fandom where that's all we do anymore? We can't avoid the negativity, we can't avoid people being assholes to us, but we can work on making the content we want to see at the end of a long day when we get home and log onto the computer and want to see something that makes us feel joyful.

I hope I'm doing my part to make it fun to stick around the fandom, to want to read some of the books or some of the fic, I love the artists who are drawing the cutest Jedi art, I love the fic writers who are writing great Jedi-positive stories, I love people who make silly shitposts about how funny the Jedi fan be, I love people who cry over the deaths of their favorite Jedi, they help make the fandom worthwhile.

It really does make a huge difference, I think! Whenever I need that same palette cleanser, I just take a week or so to push aside all discourse (don't even go look), just pick up some of my favorite Jedi fics, just go looking for some of my favorite Jedi art, reread "Padawan" or "Padawan's Pride" or "Obi-Wan & Anakin" or "The Living Force" or "Dark Rendezvous" and just spend time thinking about the things I love about the Jedi in canon, thinking up headcanons about lineages or nerdy Jedi philosophy arguments or adrenaline junkies, and it helps create the space I want to be in.

Hearing that I can help you with that is a huge boost as well--I hope you know that it helps me in return to know that we can help build something together here in our corner of the Star Wars internet. We're in this together and we can cheer each other up with cute content and I am getting out the pom-poms for you to have fun with that fic! <3

[snek-of-eden]

Star Trek AMV Masterpost (ongoing)

I feel like amvs are so often forgotten in fandom culture, so here's a list of my favourites! All are on YouTube, and all credit goes to the original creators. the links should take you straight there. (the majority of these are spirk, but there's definitely variety!!) some of these are pretty popular, others obscure, but they're all amazing and you should totally check them out. My all time fav ones are marked with a 💙.

Spirk:

Star Trek || A Thousand Years - [Kirk/Spock] -- this one is super well known, incredibly crafted, a beautiful homage to TOS Spirk and their journey that fades seamlessly into AOS through Spock Prime's memories 💙

Kirk/Spock - If I Were Gay -- absolutely hilarious TOS amv that feels like a parody, I laughed my ass off. all the suggestive scenes and hella funny lyrics to accompany it

Kirk & Spock │Renegades -- amazing x ambassadors song, the lyrics fit them so well and the colouring was spot on. TOS going through the original series and the movies!! 💙

Kirk & Spock │ Come right back to you -- exploration of TOS spirk's bond interspersed with show quotes and the most melancholic soundtrack. shed a tear at this one

Spock and Kirk Feel Again - A Star Trek Music Video -- absolute BANGER of a One Republic song, a TOS amv focusing on Spock and Kirk (with some stunning song parallels to Spock's emotions and the lyrics!)

Star Trek TOS | Two Slow Dancers - [Kirk + Spock] -- would you like to cry today? do you want to sob into your pillow? then this is the video for you. Mitski and TOS Spirk together is a gorgeous combo, and the editing is /on point/

Star Trek - Can't Help Falling In Love (Kirk/Spock) -- an oldie but a goodie, Jim and Spock's ballad of love all throughout TOS and the movies

Keep Holding On (Kirk/Spock) -- its the combo you never knew you needed! glee and Star Trek!! show tunes, glitter, and a completely TOS movie based amv about the events of Search For Spock and The Voyage Home

Running Up That Hill (Kirk/Spock) -- Kate Bush cover and Star Trek TOS? yes fucking please. don't diss the Kate Bush, people. ITS NOT CRINGE HERE. all your swoon-worthy, love-for-the-ages spirk content, some suggestive scenes spliced in the middle, a lot of amok time hehe

K/S (Kirk/Spock) - FUN -- adrenaline inducing AOS spirk fighting amv set to Troye Sivan!! some seriously talented editing and a very pretty AOS colouring

Spirk 'Blank Space' -- christ, this video was what got me to actually watch AOS. One of the only AOS amvs I cherish with my whole heart. the song is a cover of Taylor Swift's Blank Space - and imo it's even better than the original. I've ranted about the editing on a lot of these but this one just about takes the cake. fucking gorgeous 💙

Spock/Kirk - Blue (Star Trek TOS/AOS) -- angsty af and set to Halsey's 'Colors', this one'll get you sobbing. more slow-paced. also, both TOS and AOS!!

Spock / Kirk - Stay {TOS/AOS} -- Hurts is such an underrated artist but so many of their songs are spirk coded!! Very pretty edit, lots of parallels

Kirk/Spock - Landslide -- Fleetwood Mac and some lovely melancholic TOS movie reminiscing about Kirk and Spock's relationship as they're growing older and losing their youth

Kirk/Spock - Wait for It -- calling all Hamilton fans, this one'll be right up your alley. TOS fading into AOS and focusing primarily on Kirk and Spock's dynamic through Spock's perspective. fast paced and fucking wicked

Star Trek: Kirk/Spock || Hold on -- the obligatory Hold On amv (I feel like every fandom has one lol). AOS, spirk, some great angst here!

James T. Kirk:

James T. Kirk | I'll Be Good -- absolutely STUNNING exploration of AOS Kirk's character and psyche, done with gorgeous editing and colours and scene selection. I'm not a huge AOS fan but I played this on repeat for a week. Song is I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young, which is incredibly Jim Kirk coded. so so amazing 💙

Icarus | Jim Kirk [HD] -- snappy cuts and a great portrayal of AOS Kirk. Spirky undertones but nothing explicit. super poignant lyrics

Little Talks - Captain Kirk Tribute: A Star Trek Music Video -- captivating, beautifully edited amv by First Officer Nims (who make some of the best amvs I've watched), one of the most meaningful TOS Kirk videos I've had the pleasure of finding. It's constantly in my head, in my heart, in my soul. 10/10 💙

{James T. Kirk} BI BI BI -- all y'all bi Jim truthers, this one's for you. all of Jim's fruitiest moments from TOS (and behind the scenes) gathered into one camp edit and set to the glorious sounds of NSYNC!! featuring "are there men on this planet", "they seem to be bisexual" and Jim nearly kissing McCoy ;) 💙

jim kirk's babiest moments | fanvid -- not exactly an amv but it's close enough!! exactly what it says on the tin - TOS Jim being the most babygirl ever, pouting, flirting with spock and bones, fighting people by throwing himself at them, and much more. go watch it, you'll thank me

Spones:

What's On Your Mind | Spones || Star Trek [TOS] -- a masterfully put together and downright hilarious eighties-themed spock/bones TOS amv!! (featuring both Nimoy and Kelley's voices in the actual song recording)

Spock & Bones • Hopeless place -- two words: RIHANNA COVER. it's short, its AOS, it's fuckin Rihanna. what is there not to love? I have nothing more to say. go listen to Rihanna

The Night We Met || Spones -- Lord Huron and TOS Spones amv, it's just a general lovely video, great editing and the lyrics fit them so well. I felt Lots of Emotions watching this, and so will you

[Star Trek] Spock/McCoy - Please Don't Leave Me -- beautifully put-together video for TOS' Spock and Bones. It's giving so much 'we're divorced but still in love' energy. painful and funny and the bridge of the song is just *screams incoherently* 💙

You Had A Bad Day -Spock/McCoy *Slash* -- sobbing at this one, TOS and absolutely chefs kiss. scene selection is on point, it tells a full story. creator has found what I consider to be the holy grail of Bones' best angsty moments

Star Trek In General:

Star Trek - This Is Me -- I will be preaching about this video for the rest of my fucking life. think of every positive adjective you can; they all do nothing to describe how wonderful this amv is. Greatest Showman is good on its own... when you add Star Trek into the mix something beautiful happens. an absolute anthem of positivity and inclusivity and everything Star Trek is at its heart. Clips taken from every show, but especially DS9, Discovery and the AOS movies!!! probably my favourite on the whole list 💙

Star Trek || I'll keep coming -- very very well done HD AOS amv about the whole cast. feels like a movie. the creator has put so much effort into this and it pays off!! great homage to AOs as a whole

Star Trek | You Are Loved -- AOS tribute to the soundtrack of Lights by Sleeping At Last. Perfect cuts, great lyrics, big fan

[Star Trek: TOS] Party Rock Anthem -- the video for those who want to bust their ass laughing. superb chaos, you will have no idea what's happening and it will be fabulous

Star Trek DS9 - Last Friday Night -- the DS9 group bullshitting around and having a whale of a time for almost four minutes straight. ever wanna show a friend just how weird Star Trek really is? this'll do it. it's like if three hundred punch drunk aliens threw a queer party! wahoo!

Assorted Others:

Garak x Bashir - Hooked -- sexy, dangerous, catchy garashir amv with perfect beat drops and lyrics to die for. fucking sweet, I have this on repeat

Undisclosed Desires | Deep Space Nine -- DS9 Bashir/Garak slash, amazing editing and a sick ass song. Really shows off their - again - dangerous dynamic and the 'I can make him better' 'I can accept his violence' aspects of their relationship

King of Shadow ★ Garashir -- a more intimate, kind-hearted look into Bashir/Garak's relationship, less fast-paced and on-edge. Superb and filled with lies and whispers. love this one!

ϟ twenty years || Jim|Spock|Bones [TOS] -- melancholic but still quick-paced TOS McSpirk exploration. goes through the original series and the movies

Scotty/Uhura- "Hey Soul Sister" -- sweet and utterly adorable lil scotty/uhura amv. fluff fluff and more fluff!! big fan, I am such a simp for the cuteness omg

Garak/Bashir | ST: DS9 | Some Boys -- back on the dangerous garashir shit, this is the stuff of my best nightmares. amazing editing and the song choice is spot on. I've had the single by Death Cab For Cutie on Spotify repeating for a week *heart eyes*

Kathryn Janeway || Soldier -- I'm a big Voyager fan, and this is the perfect tribute to Janeway. It shows exactly how her character works, getting right into her head, and the whole thing is action packed. Paced spectacularly and argh just amazing

Those are some of my favourites!! Please go check some of them out! There are so many more, and the list is growing every day. AMV creators are amazing and I'm kissing you all on the forehead. thank you for your service 💙. I'm in the process of making a public YouTube playlist with all of these on it, so if you want to have that I'll probably link it eventually!!

[ann-atar]

But I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history, true or feigned, with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse 'applicability' with 'allegory'; but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.

-- Tolkien, from the forward to LORD OF THE RINGS

Rather ironically but still in the spirit of recognizing that Tolkien was just some guy, I think this is a hugely important quote, even if Tolkien contradicted himself later in an obscure letter that was meant for a single recipient, or in a few lines of another forward, or in an interview he gave for five minutes on a Thursday at an event in the month of March, etc.

He's not saying that he rejects strict interpretations of his work outright, because his work was inspired by his own experience, as any artist's is, but he rejects the purposed dominion of the author to impose those interpretations, and supports the freedom of the reader according to what their own thoughts and experience sees in the work.

This means that Tolkien thought that readers should not be constrained by the author's intent, not in their enjoyment of a work, or in their ability to interpret a work. His work.

Maybe Tolkien hoped that readers would enjoy his stories, not worry about what he wanted.

This makes sense especially because, as just some guy, he was changeable and inconsistent.

It's the hallmark of a good story, too, that almost anyone, from any background, can find something in it to identify with.

You can still enjoy and understand the story even if you aren't on board with allegorical interpretations of the story. Background and culture and ideology do not determine whether or not your opinion in fandom is valid, and you don't need to understand or share Tolkien's beliefs or experiences to enjoy and develop a nuanced understanding of his fiction.

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐥

( UNTIL OUR SHATTERED SELVES ONCE AGAIN COLLIDE )

chara : alhaitham fandom : genshin impact quote cr : vampire: the masquerade a/n : gender neutral reader ; reader and alhaitham have kids

one. the first time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is entirely coincidental. the first time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is also entirely uncomfortable for both of you, unfortunately.

you do not expect to encounter the infamous scribe, his identity shrouded in mystery and all things intimidating. how easily he manages to slip through everyone's grasp, baffle even the most knowledgeable of researchers and send them into an existential crisis on his whereabouts. so when you hear that it's his birthday ( you also wonder how anyone found out ), you don't think much of it, not really, because how many times have you actually seen alhaitham? like once. for two seconds.

( you will be honest. you thought he was very handsome in the few moments you managed to see him. )

it happens when you seek refuge from the overwhelming projects and ideas that occupy your thoughts, desperate in search of peace and quiet. you open the door to the most obscure room known to man, and there he is.

he's quick to notice you, book in hand as his sharp gaze meets your disoriented and confused one. it is very quiet. you do not think this is the quiet you wanted.

some ( definitely not you, though ) might even say this is worse.

you have many thoughts : one: is this where he always hides? two: is he working right now? or is he just leisurely reading? three: this is very awkward. you are not sure what to say. should you introduce yourself? should you leave, wordless, hope you never see him again for the sake of preserving what little pride and dignity remain?

anyway, between all those ideas and the complete apathy in his visage, you don't come up with a coherent plan. so what do you do?

"i, uh--" you clear your throat loudly, uncertain. "happy birthday?"

you think you might see a moment of amusement grace his features-- you're not sure, too occupied with the heat that rushes to your face in embarrassment.

the first time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is what you also hope to be the last time.

( surprise : it's not. )

two. the second time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is a little better than the previous time. yes, you see him more often now, might even consider him an acquaintance of some sort, but something about your foolishness in that initial impression makes you want to fling yourself into the sun and void simultaneously.

"it was a good birthday present." he says, once again in another hiding spot that you've somehow managed to find. "i enjoyed it."

you think back to a year ago, mind running blank. you most certainly came empty handed.

"what? me saying happy birthday?"

he pauses, looks up and stares blankly at you before you see the slightest hint of a smirk dance across his lips.

"your embarrassment. it was an amusing present."

you stare back, also blank.

no, you are no longer acquaintances with him. you do not care if it took a whole year to even get to this point in your odd friendship. you think he is annoying.

the smirk seems to grow with every moment of silence.

also, you hate him now.

"i am simply so honored," you start, offering him the usual coffee, "that i could be so hilarious."

"you should be. few could compare."

you retract your hand, pull the drink out of his reach at the last minute. he simply raises a brow, expectant, waiting. you maintain eye contact for about five seconds, yet somehow, it feels much too longer. you sigh, feign annoyance in admittance of defeat, and give him the drink.

"happy birthday, dearest feeble scribe."

three. the third time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is a bit different.

he's surprisingly easy to find-- for you, at least, and you are not sure if that's because he lets you find him or if it's something higher that binds you together. but today, you search and search and search, even desperate enough to ask around, knowing very well that you will not find the answer you desire. there is no sign of him. you pop into his office, see everyone's documents left untouched on his desk.

it's weird-- it is, this foreign semblance of anxiety that brews unrest in your lungs. you don't think it's a big deal because it's not, but in the three years you have known him, you've yet to struggle with seeking out his presence.

you take a deep breath, fingers tapping nervously on the gift box in hand. inside there is a book alhaitham has told you about numerous times, expressed interest in yet never managed to find despite his efforts. that was very much a long time ago, so you hope that he'll still enjoy it.

you pause, feel hesitation sink into the pit of your stomach. it is very heavy.

maybe he's already read it, though. that's probably the case, isn't it? surely it must be, given his habit of carrying a book around like it is his own heart.

one, two, three-- you drum your fingers against the box once more, inhale, exhale. you contemplate leaving it on his desk, contemplate just forgetting it entirely, pretend you didn't try to get him a silly gift.

but when you turn around, he stands before you, staring at you with a newfound curiosity. you are not sure what this relief is-- the release of tension wrapped around your chest, the pressure that dissipates in the mere seconds you catch sight of him.

"oh," he starts, approaching you with an ease he does not feel with anyone else, "i found you this time."

you think you'll exchange the usual banter, give him trouble for being so difficult to locate. but instead, you let out a long sigh, find that your heart will not allow you to do so.

"yes, alhaitham," and you cannot describe the blithe smile that finds its way to his lips as you hand him the gift, "you found me."

there is something different in the air ; a tenderness , an unknown, but there is something so wonderfully gentle in the space you share, and neither of you know what to make of that.

four. the fourth time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is the one you think you will remember the most.

you cannot describe this flux & flow that exists between two beings : one seemingly indifferent yet full of intrigue and so entirely human, another that perhaps feels all too much and knows the heart more than anyone.

you have known him for four years now, strange encounters turned to comfort found in companionship and morning coffees together. but there is a strange shift and stagnancy all at once, the silence turned to something almost uncertain.

what is it, this feeling? you cannot identify it, and perhaps in protection of another, you should not.

no, you are not avoiding alhaitham. you know very well what day it is, know the typical routine of busting into a room, finding him with so little difficulty that it is almost as if you share the same soul, bound and knowing of it all. you are the one who shies away from the world this time, burdened by a heaviness that roots itself in your chest, spreads and wraps itself around the hollows of your ribs. you'll see him later, when you're ready.

you pause, lean your head back against the wall, close your eyes. you almost want to laugh. ready for what? how very foolish this all is.

you do not know how long you remain there, mind running a mile a minute until it exhausts itself, succumbs to slumber.

when you wake, he sits at the table before you, focus put forth into the book he holds. you blink, shake off the grogginess, wonder if you are imagining. a glance at the clock and the surfacing feeling of panic ; an unwanted quiet and a very much familiar scene that played out years ago.

the scribe glances at you, closes the distance quicker than either of you expect. he pulls up a chair before you, wordlessly takes a seat.

there is something unreadable in his countenance yet something that speaks volumes. he leans towards you, almost as if gauging your reaction, but you do not move away.

"you didn't say happy birthday to me."

beneath the weight of the silence, you purse your lips, fail to hold back your laughter, pat his knee gently in apology.

"you're too intense, birthday boy. i thought something was wrong."

"you have not said it." his gaze shifts from your eyes to the serene smile on your lips. he stills, wonders how to go about foreign territory. "are you alright?"

the silence returns. you place your hands on his shoulders, hope that this might be enough for now.

"sorry, sorry. happy birthday, alhaitham."

"you aren't answering."

the gentle expression you wield turns into one of reluctance, of something troubled and unbearably torn. something burns in your chest, but you will not call it love, even if there is a yearning that is not meant to be kept at bay, even if you've known that's what it was this whole time. you won't call it that because it doesn't really mean anything, not really, not when you are too cowardly to act upon it.

you want to excuse yourself, pull your hands back, but he grabs your wrists, reverent.

"i would like to know," his thumbs ghost over your skin, encouraging, "please."

it burns so terribly much, this cruelty that beats in your chest. the words of confession threaten to choke you, but you can no longer swallow them. it burns. your eyes sting.

you are so cowardly.

"i'm not alright." you begin, throw caution to the wind, feel the tears trail down your face as he wipes them away with a touch so tender that perhaps they spill even faster. what does it matter anymore? you cannot choose to live with this, unheard, unknown. what does it matter? "what am i supposed to do with all this love, alhaitham?"

his fingers trace your skin, delicate, before his hand cups your cheek. still, he does not say anything ; you wonder if you should prepare yourself for the heartbreak.

"you found me four years ago. do you remember that?"

"yeah. it was embarrassing."

"for you, yes."

"alhaitham."

"the point is," he clears his throat, "you've always managed to find me ever since then without fail. no one else has done that. i could have moved, found peace somewhere else, yet you somehow became the source of it."

a pause, a lingering hesitance.

"i would like to be with you," he tells you, closes the gap that separates you even more than you thought possible, "if you'll have me."

you swat his shoulder lightly, feel your face burn up. you didn't think he was capable of being so cheesy.

"now you're the embarrassing one."

"i'm not the one crying. answer."

you wipe your tears away, very sure you are the epitome of a mess, but alhaitham waits patiently.

"fine. i will have you."

"thank you." he chuckles at your tone, knows it is a contrast to what you truly feel. "what a touching sentiment."

you roll your eyes, cast a half-hearted glare in his direction as your arms wrap around his neck. you pull him close, hope to remember the way he looks at you so softly. he hugs you, warm, and you hope that he doesn't point out that your tears return tenfold.

"happy birthday, alhaitham."

five. the fifth time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is the first time he slips a ring on your finger.

"you're crying again."

you rub your eyes a little too aggressively, minding the cool metal that's found a home in the belonging of you. spots weave and in out of your vision, certainly not helping when you start tearing up again once you look at what lies in front of you. there is a hollowed out book that contains a jewelry box, a sight that invokes nostalgia as you realize the book is a story you once cherished very dearly in youth.

"does this mean i'm your birthday present?"

he hums in amusement, kisses you on the temple, then the nose.

"i would ask for a refund, then."

"if you do not think i will throw this ring at your face so fast--"

nine. the ninth time you wish alhaitham a happy birthday is the most chaotic one, you think, and that certainly says something, given the course of your relationship.

you sleep soundly in his arms, the sunlight blessing your skin with orange and yellow hues. you shift ever so slightly, feel him stir in response. he has always been a light sleeper, but you suppose you are now, too, especially with--

"careful." his hold on you tightens, voice deep and heavy with sleep. "the cavalry is coming."

you hear footsteps, rapid, approaching. one, no, two-- and you feel his hand on the small of your back as he presses you just a bit closer as if he could protect you from the impact that is soon to come.

the door busts open -- it is very loud, both of you think, and your children come bustling in, climbing into bed and separating you in an instant.

( alhaitham doesn't know how they do that. he could have an iron grip on you and his kids would overpower him in two seconds. )

he doesn't really know what he hears-- there's a lot going on between the "good morning", "why are you still sleeping?", "wow, you're so old now", and "happy birthday". he groans as his daughter launches herself onto his chest, her laughter bringing a lightness to his heart as she wishes him a happy birthday for the fifth time in about three seconds. your son follows right behind her, the pressure on his chest much heavier.

suddenly he cannot seem to breathe very well.

it's loud. very loud, alhaitham thinks, but hearing his family laugh and seeing your children move away to shower you with kisses makes him feel such a profound tenderness that he did not ever expect to experience. he says his thanks, once or twice, maybe a thousand times, until you manage to get the little ones to prepare the table for breakfast, and then it is quiet once more.

it's almost immediately that he pulls you to his chest again, grateful for too many things that he doesn't ever dare tell you ( because he knows he will not live it down, and besides, you already know ). you laugh, run your fingers through gray locks as you kiss his nose.

"happy birthday, love."

[chaifootsteps]

I think this is less a media literacy thing and more a lack of education/determination to Stan at all costs but like

it's really something to see that some of the fandom's measure for what does count as coercion or slavery is literally just

"did the victim enjoy it or not though?"

when that's not. the damn. point.

The point is that buying or selling someone is slavery, period, end of.

Putting someone in a situation where they have to have sex they don't want is sexual extortion and coercion, period, end of.

It's really gross to see the show actively encourage a narrative that not only obscures these very obvious definitions but actively refuses to acknowledge Blitzo is a victim in these scenarios and then the fandom blames him for attempting to make the best of it

like that winceworthy slavery take asking whether or not, quote - "black children [had] the opportunity to have a cute day with their master's kid"

Um, how "cute" the day they had together is immaterial. It literally doesn't matter. Something being mildly enjoyable for the person who was forced into it does not suddenly make it right.

also the bit that is poor media literacy - Blitzo didn't want to go, had to be dragged away and guilt tripped into going and when he was there he was bored and annoyed until he made up a game to steal stuff to fulfil his father's wishes (which he was also forced and guilted into doing). even the text of the episode itself shoots this argument down because whatever 'enjoyment' Blitzo had was just him making the best of it in a situation he was forced into (and the fanbase still lambasts him for calling Stolas' interests 'boring' when he's never met this rich kid before in his life and is being forced to spend time with him, away from his real friend Fizz. like how dare he act out or be honest if it hurts Stolas' feelings)

like they can nitpick Blitzo was only bought for a day and not owned by the Goetias, but his time was still bought, still coerced. same as present day Blitzo is stuck with adult Stolas not because he wants to be there.

like if the show had decent writers these parallels would be intentional, but they're so obviously not because then they'd have to acknowledge the fact that Stolas is both complicit in and directly involved in perpetuating the unjust systems of Hell

The fact that anyone in the year 2024 who isn't a crusted over Kentucky senator is looking at any scene of coercion or slavery and asking "But did the victim enjoy it?" is honestly terrifying.

[touchlikethesun]

karasuno on the interwebs (headcanons)

hinata, yamaguchi, and noya are all tiktokers, and hinata and noya focus more on sports content (think gym bros but like wholesome), whereas yams just talks about whatever's on his mind, and has somehow gained the biggest following out of the three just doing that. (ppl like his vibe and think he's adorable...)

tanaka, daichi, and kageyama are the ludites. it's an active choice on daichi's part (he had socials in middle school but deleted them all to focus on school/volleyball), but kags and tanaka have just gen never felt the urge to create an acc anywhere.

tsukishima, kiyoko, and asahi are all active on instagram. tsukki posts his photography with obscure kanji as the captions, kiyoko posts aesthetics and quotes and the occasional selfie or photo with friends, and asahi just posts whatever is going on in his day that made him smile :)

suga is on tumblr. he started on aesthetic tumblr but has been secretly apart of fandom tumblr since starting high school.

yachi is technically active on stan twitter, and she posts. a lot. like all the time. most people actually follow her for her insane random thoughts. (tsukki is also secretly really active on twitter and he uses his acc as a place to sub tweet and vague and generally be a menace. yams is the only one irl that knows his acc)