There’s something broken in nerd culture.
There’s something broken, and painful, and wrong, and if we don’t correct it—hell, if we can’t at least learn to see it, to recognize it in ourselves, to notice when we’re being this ugly—we are going to spoil the very things that we cherish. The things that misguided posts like these are, however clumsily and cruelly, trying to protect.
Who ever told you that your fandoms belong to you?
I don’t care what it is. A band, a book. A television show. No matter what it is, at some point you stopped thinking about it as “a thing I like” and you started thinking about it as yours. And there’s nothing wrong with that, so long as you remember that it’s a feeling, not a fact. So long as you remember that that feeling is best, is most powerful, when it is shared.
How dare you, OP on the bottom right. How can you say—scream—"no, it’s not allowed to be your thing, go away" of fucking The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Have you READ Perks? Because far as I can tell, that novel (and movie!) is all about the intimacy and necessity of inclusiveness. It’s about how we’re all broken inside, all desperate, all searching for a family to call our own. For people who will love us for our jagged edges; people whose own jagged edges fit against ours like puzzle pieces. It’s about finding the beauty in mediocrity, in discovering more in people than you ever thought they could give you.
How dare you tell anyone they don’t get to be a part of that? How dare you tell them that because of what they like—flower crowns, Instagram filters, a pair of broken shoelaces and a caption in Helvetica—they’re somehow lesser, different, not allowed. Cut off.
How dare you make yourself gatekeeper?
What makes you think you’re worthy?
So you’re right, OP on the top, who in a fugue of almost self-awareness tagged your post “this makes me angrier than it should.” Because bow ties don’t belong to the Whovians, they don’t belong to anyone, and they don’t because they’re fucking bow ties. They’ve been a menswear accessory staple for a decent few centuries. Matt Smith has been the Doctor since April of 2010. It doesn’t belong to you; it’s not yours. And you don’t get to call anyone a fuckwit for putting a decorative piece of silk around their neck just because they think it makes them look dapper.Because lord knows you can’t just like the way something looks. Lord knows you can’t just like something. You have to be in The Club.
Didn’t you join these fandoms because you were sick of other people telling you you couldn’t be in The Club?
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe your Joy Division shirt was out of stock because of other Joy Division fans, and not because some ~mindless wannabes~ decided to ruin your day?
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe instead of policing why other people like or attend movies, you could actually turn a critical eye to the movie itself? That you can and should taste your media with your whole tongue, so you know just what it is you’re swallowing?
Has it ever occurred
to any of you
that if you walk up to someone who doesn’t seem to know her way around and you say “Hey, I notice you’ve only highlighted that one quote, y’know, the one about being infinite, and I was wondering why it spoke to you? And do you want to talk about the other parts?” you might
make a fucking friend?
Somewhere along the line, someone handed you a book. Someone sent you a playlist. Someone forced you to sit down on their couch and watch something with them, because they knew you’d love it. And that act, whatever it was, gave you a sense of completion and home. Absolutely, you have a right to that feeling.
But what on earth gave you the impression that you have the right to deny that feeling to someone else?
#it’s kind of amazing #that matt smith has the youngest face #but the oldest eyes #the way he holds himself and how he gazes downwards #makes him look centuries older than a 72 year old man #A+ acting matt
You know I really was expecting the war doctor to be, well, war-ish sort of like nine. But I really liked that they didn’t do that. Instead we see a doctor so young and confused and scared and it really opened my eyes to what burning gallifrey did to the doctor.
Why do people never want to tell you their middle name like who gives a shit its not a nuclear launch code its your damn name
The middle name is sacred. The middle nae must not be shown.
Saturday by Rebecca Black (feat. Dave Days)
and just like that, the queen has returned and dethroned all of our faves with one swift motion
Okay, there’s about 30 seconds of this musically that I could do without, but this is some savvy shit, and if you don’t think Rebecca Black has more steel in her spine than most people, you are just wrong.
Glorious Troll Queen.
damn she stepped it up
this post is too smart to be forgotten
Trying to get people to see images of an abortion to make them pro-life is like saying “look at this picture of heart surgery, it’s gory and now I’m anti-heart surgery”.
I don’t really like seeing any medical procedure, but it doesn’t mean that people don’t need them and have a right to them.
As the person I am today, I couldn’t imagine choosing abortion. But I won’t always be this person and even if I never choose it, I shouldn’t be allowed to make that choice for someone else.
Medusa of the Forest (2013)
p01-08 (colored pages)
to be continued… A one-shot I’ve been working on for the past month or so, here’s the colored prologue;;;;
THIS IS REALLY GOOD PLEASE CONTINUE IT I WANT TO DRAW FANART OH MY GOD
I ship them already.
“Actually, I painted a picture of Rue,” Peeta says. “How she looked after Katniss had covered her in flowers.”
There’s a long pause at the table while everyone absorbs this. “And what exactly were you trying to accomplish?” Haymitch asks in a very measured voice.
“I’m not sure. I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment,” says Peeta. “For killing that little girl.”
Ok, moment of talking about this…
First off, you realize (at least in the books) Peeta never saw how Rue looked covered in flowers?! The Capitol never showed that footage, it was too inflamatory. So even when the Victor (or in their case the Victors) re-saw their games in the closing ceremonies, he didn’t see Katniss cover Rue in flowers (they showed her singing though), so he literally painted that by his memory of what Rue looked like and how Katniss described it, alone. And the Gamemakers knew what it was. They knew what he was doing and it scared them. While Katniss was always the shocking Girl on Fire, Peeta was the soft-spoken boy in love with her. That was what the Capitol’s image was of him… but right then, he shows to be just as angry, just as passionate and just as rebellious as Katniss. While Katniss has shocked everyone with her dresses, her actions against the Capitol in both games, and later the war, and has the government scared of her and trying to kill her because of it, Peeta’s thing runs even deeper in that moment. Peeta’s painting reminds them that Rue wasn’t just some little prop, some random tribute that Katniss covered in flowers and sang to at one point… she was a little girl. A little girl that they helped kill. And he didn’t even need to put it into words.
Seriously, Peeta is pretty badass and brave and anyone who says shit about him will feel my wrath.
I do like that explanation , but didn’t the Capitol have to show Rue’s picture? I don’t remember the movie too well but I thought in the book that Katniss said they had to show Rue covered in flowers because they showed her body after they picked her up. It displayed in the sky so every tribute and the people watching saw Rue covered in flowers. Maybe I’m wrong, and if so can someone clarify?
We better reblog this as much as we can 2013 is almost over
hurry before it’s too late!
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