one big thing i think people outside fandom (like, all fandoms, fandom in general, not any particular one) tend to misunderstand is they know it’s a subculture of people who are weirdly deeply invested in fictional media, and they hear about drama caused by people in those subcultures being unhinged in not-fun ways, and they think the unhingedness comes from the fact of being overinvested in works of fiction.
which is a natural assumption, but in my experience that’s not really the case? like in my experience the drama llamas in fandom are usually not the ones who are just genuinely very deeply into the fiction. i’ve known people who are basically thinking about star trek or x-men comics or supernatural pretty much 100% of their free time and ime that type of person is usually very nice and surprisingly functional in their regular life. when someone’s a constant nexus of fandom drama it’s usually not that they are obsessed with the actual work of fiction the fandom is about, it’s at least one of the following:
what they’re obsessed with is not the source material but their unhealthy parasocial relationships with one or more of the people who created it
what they’re obsessed with is not the source material but some elaborate shared-universe subset of fanfic about it that’s only barely related to the original at this point, and/or an esoteric reading-against-the-text reinterpretation of the source material (often if the canon is active and ongoing this leads to becoming actively hostile toward it for its inevitably increasing failure to conform to their preferred fanon)
what they’re obsessed with is not the source material but the fandom itself and gathering clout within it, so that the source material basically only exists to them as a tool for scoring points in increasingly arcane fandom disputes
and very often you get the same person doing 2 and sometimes even all 3 of these, and that’s where the trouble really starts
Also the drama is not a function of fandom, unless we use an extremely wide definition of what a fandom is. Some amount of drama is inherent to people coming together and interacting over something they are passionate/intense about. Every interest based group has drama.
The local politics council in my town are weirdly intense about intersections and roundabouts and right of way traffic rules, apparently. There has been capital D Drama in the tiny, utterly irrelevant to anyone usually local “newspaper” about a completely harmless and not noteworthy intersection in the middle of nowhere.
People who are organised in things like gardening clubs, or in home owner associations or something? Can get so intense about the rules for lawn mowing, and who in the neighborhood does it wrong. Really, Frank and Patricia want to leave a section unmowed! Cancel the fuckers, right now! The audacity! The misguidedness! In return, the fans of natural gardening in the neighborhood are running a campaign to Save The Bees! and plant native wildflowers. The wildflowers are now slowly but surely migrating into one of the perfectly manicured lawns. Drama is imminent!
Sports fans (definitely a fandom) are known and accepted to be intense and passionate about their favourite teams. I know a guy who, if his team lost the game on the weekend, will mope until Wednesday at least. Sports fans are socially much more accepted to wear scarves and shirts of their fandom, to bring fandom mugs to work, to talk to anyone about fandom at all times.
And to anyone who isn’t in the gardening fandom, or the football fandom, the drama, conflicts and also the joys of these fandoms will seem over the top, because if you aren’t into the fandom thing, it will seem weirdly intense to you, and possible be annoying. That’s the nature of the thing. The drama does not come from the fandom, no matter if it’s football or gardening or a TV show. The drama comes from the people.
A girl at my school tried to seduce one of our (super straight-laced) math professors. She ACTUALLY sat on his desk and had a super low-cut shirt on and everything and actually leaned over to him and according to eye-witnesses:
Girl: “Oh professor, I’m really struggling but I would do ANYTHING to pass this class.”
The professor leans in until his face is just inches from hers and whispers in the same seductive tone:
“Study”
Before promptly getting up and walking away just leaving her on the desk.
“We keep making our service worse, cancelling shows before their time, hiking up the prices, and generally ruining what once was a decent product–piracy keeps wining somehow. 🤷”
Don’t pay a single cent to Tumblr, its merch, or the checkmarks. 4 blogs erased in about 48 hours, fuelled by transmisogyny. If you want to read more about it, look up the usernames of the blogs involved and scroll through the posts. There’s no shortage of explanations or perspectives from the transfems on tumblr. And tbh I’m worried that more will be deleted for speaking out.
Me and dozens of other Palestinian bloggers have been on the receiving end of no shortage of harassment, threats, stalking. There are several users who consistently create and recreate accounts that come back to harass us everytime we block them, to spout the most heinous, genocidal, racist drivel that no one else receives on this website, because we’re Palestinians and we’re outspoken on our right to exist in peace and as sovereign people. This is the least of it.
The knowledge that staff can actually take care of this problem, along with the nazis, the white supremacists, and the TERF epidemic, that I don’t have to deal with the shit I do on this website every day - but don’t - and instead use their moderation capabilities to delete trans women’s blogs arbitrarily?
Dispite their reputation, cats are very very socal creatures. Cats do the equivalent of this for you when they sit in front of your laptop and put their arms on the keyboard or put their paw on your phone while you’re using it. This is their love language, it’s how they show that they like you and care about what you care about. They don’t understand why you care about it but they’re trying.
If you turn around and do the same for them they’ll be absolutely delighted. Sometimes when our youngest cat goes to the scratching post I scratch it with him too and he loves it. He’ll gets so into the scratching that he ends up climbing it cuz he wants to scratch with his back paws too. If they’re chirping at the window I’ll sometimes go over to see what they see and they usually scoot over so I have room beside them to see the offending bird or insect and they’ll purr like crazy cuz they’re so happy I’m helping them
I love doing this with our cat! And he loves it too. Because he thinks we share his interest, he’ll share them with us too. One time I walked into the bedroom and he was sitting on top of the shelf by the door. I asked him “what’s up?” and he started chirping and meowing to me and looking up at the ceiling. I followed his eyes and there was a fly up there. This little dude saw me walk into the room and immediately told me his exciting news about what he was up to. I love him so much.
Do you ever think about how pornography, like science fiction, reflects modern day economic anxieties? Asking bc I just saw one where in order to stay in an Airbnb she had to wear a chastity belt and she didn’t even leave a bad review after
these days the pizza guy is too busy working for three different apps to even fuck you
One of my favorite pornos (for nonsexual reasons) was this one about 4 women working as interns under one dude. They all know that only one intern is getting a full-time job, so they all decide to suck it out of the manager’s dick, which devolves to an orgy. At the end after they wipe the cum off, the girls argue about who’s getting the job, when the manager says “Girls, girls! You were all great, but the company’s shutting down and we’ll all be laid off at the end of the week.”
That’s the funniest shit I’ve ever heard maybe I should try watching porn
Not to be a prude this is just so bleak. something about everything said here is so bleak like talking about porn so casually like its the sunday comics
sorry mother superior should we be making jokes about the next church bazaar
collapsing onto my fainting couch, scandalized and overcome with the vapors that someone discussed media with visible ankles
talking about media that reflects the public consciousness’ anxiety about an increased job instability and economic desolation and the bleak part is that the conversation involves a penis
oh wow! hey if you take pills check this out. new medicine taking meta just dropped.
according to these models, out of the 4 tested postures, the best position to digest pills is laying on your right side. standing upright has a similar time to laying in your back at twice as much as laying on the right side, and laying on the left side is the slowest by far.
laying on right side: pill dissolves in around 10 minutes.
standing: pill dissolves in 23 minutes. laying on the back has a similar time.
laying on left side: pill dissolves in up to 100 minutes.
if you want your medicine to kick in fast, try laying on your right side! if you want your medicine to kick in slower, try laying on your left side.
This makes sense! I learned from a doc that if you have gas pain or nausea, you turn on your left side to make it easier for your stomach to send stuff through. The goal in turning left is to NOT absorb, but to release.
Turning on your right can make nausea/gas pain worse because it has to fight gravity to exit your stomach/body. So, yeah, lying on your right would make things absorb faster because it’s going into the stomach lining, which is the point.
Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey
I was going to reblog this anyway for the useful info but the last addition fucking sent me
On of the less intuitive things about love, I’ve found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.
I didn’t realize it until recently, but I’ve always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.
It’s only as an adult, now, that I’m beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.
I cut my friend’s hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over “bothering me” and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.
My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.
Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn’t have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We’re getting together for a visit next week.
It’s hard to need things, if you’ve trained yourself not to. It’s hard to want things, when you don’t know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don’t know where I’d be without the people who rely on me.
I’ve heard a lot of people say, “Nobody will love you unless you love yourself”. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about it. It’s not right, but it’s not wrong, either, I think.
“Nobody will love you unless you love yourself”… I’ve always taken that to mean, “You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person”.
Now, I think it’s sort of inside-out.
“Nobody will love you unless you love yourself”… because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.
Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.
It’s not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It’s giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It’s giving someone the security of being part of someone’s life.
Margaret Hilda Thatcher, Baroness Thatcher, LG, OM, DStJ, PC, FRS, HonFRSC (née Roberts; 13 October 1925 – 8 April 2013), was a British stateswoman and Conservative politician who served as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 1979 to 1990 and Leader of the Conservative Party from 1975 to 1990. She was the longest-serving British prime minister of the 20th century and the first woman to hold the position. As prime minister, she implemented economic policies that became known as Thatcherism. A Soviet journalist dubbed her the "Iron Lady", a nickname that became associated with her uncompromising politics and leadership style.
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