I was wrong. One year ago I left the internet. I thought it was making me unproductive. I thought it lacked meaning. I thought it was “corrupting my soul.” It’s a been a year now since I…
A really interesting article about how one man discovered that the internet was not the cause of all his troubles.
I love these guys.
I can’t even understand how an author wouldn’t understand the urge to write fanfic, create fanart. How do you even want to be an author without seeing characters and stories you like and wanting to create your own? Fanfiction is just a matter of degree.
Have you never imagined yourself into a favorite world? Have you never imagined yourself meeting a favorite character? If you have, you’ve committed fanfiction in your head. Didn’t you used to play pretend? What is the difference between thinking it and telling it to a friend? Between telling it to a friend and writing it down?
If you’re an author and you are against fanfiction, you are lying to yourself about why you even started writing fiction in the first place. None of us did this alone, all of us stand on the shoulders of giants. And sometimes we write fic about those giants.
Yes, Virginia, we do have that canonized. (At least we do now.)
(For reference, I was logged in, so I’ve got wrangling interface buttons.)
It was one of the proudest moments of my week when I got to canonize that thing.
Good ol’ consentacles.
I am consistently confused as to whether wrangling is the best job in fandom, or the worst. This post does not help.
Are we not going to talk about how Athelstan had to explain to Lagertha the joys of being a sub?
SURE, LET’S TALK ABOUT IT. *chinhands*
MY. EXACT. REACTION.
FINE, OKAY, LET’S TALK ABOUT IT. Let’s talk about the way he had his body turned towards Lagertha the whole time, his shoulders hunched in just a little bit. Let’s talk about the way he was so centered, but kept his head tilted down. How he had that small smile just hiding in the corners of his mouth, and how she looked at him like she was finally understanding. It’s not an act; it’s not something he’s doing to stay alive, to stay in her good graces or even in Ragnar’s good graces. He is happy when someone else is in charge. When he can give his life up for someone else’s cause, when he doesn’t have to worry. It’s why he’s so suited to being a monk—because what’s a monk but a slave to God? And it’s why he’s so suited to them. They never have to remind him of his place because he quietly enforces it to himself because hecan breath in that space, and he’s thought about it enough that he can speak eloquently on it; advocate it for another. Lagertha is only ever going to be toppy as shit, and her ambitions are second only to Ragnar’s. She would rather die before becoming a slave; before belonging to someone else. Athelstan genuinely might not know how to survive without living for someone else’s good.
And Ragnar seemed to get that instantly, got it in the boat after the initial raid, when he stared Athelstan down and all Athelstan did was hunch in and drop his eyes. Confirmed it when he put his blade to Athelstan’s neck and then told Athelstan he was free if he wanted to go and heard footsteps behind him.
But I think this was the moment Lagertha got it; that Athelstan is happy to serve, and take direction, and belong to someone.
No, okay, just. Can someone explain this scene to me? Because Ragnar and his big-ass walking stick just say to Athelstan, OUT OF THE BLUE, “why, come on, I want to show you a thing!” And that thing is a girl who was one of Haraldson’s slaves being bathed and getting drunk because she volunteered to go with her master to Valhalla. She raised her hand, said “I volunteer to let all these dudes fuck me so I can take their, like, GOOD WILL AND SEMEN”, or whatever, to Haraldson and say to him “dude, they really liked you, look how many of them fucked me!”
CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY RAGNAR THINKS ATHELSTAN NEEDS TO SEE THIS? Is this his way of saying “Look! This slave is totally into it! You could totally do this for me if I’m ever slain!” Because that doesn’t ring true to their relationship so far AT ALL. Is it because Ragnar really sees this as a gift that she is giving her master, and wants Athelstan to understand that all slaves are NOT treated like dogs, and look they have some agency and just picked the WORST EXAMPLE OF ALL TIME to try and prove that? Is this just the writers playing exposition bingo, and Ragnar drew the sort straw on this scene? (Honestly, this whole episode was exposition bingo about Viking culture - a game Bjorn won HANDILY, I might add.)
I just. It’s not SEXY, not any more than Ragnar is USUALLY sexy when he leans in to tell Athelstan things. Athelstan is HORRIFIED at the whole thing. Why was it INCLUDED? I half expected Ragnar to stop it, or to offer her to Athelstan, or to ask him his thoughts, or SOMETHING ANYTHING, but it’s just…
Not my favorite scene, I guess.
Also, CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW SEASONS WORK ON THIS SHOW, I AM SO CONFUSED.
NO. DON’T DO THIS MEME. SORRY I’M CRAZY ANGRY THAT YOU’RE ALL DOING THIS MEME, BUT DON’T DO THIS MEME!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE EVER BENEFITS FROM INVITING ANON OPINIONS! I SAY THIS AS SOMEONE WHO LOVES ANON! ANON IS FOR BEING WEIRD AND SAYING EMBARRASSING CRAP! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN OF THE CLASS OF 97, DON’T ASK FOR ANON OPINIONS. IF I COULD OFFER ONE TIP FOR THE FUTURE, THIS WOULD BE IT.
I HAVE BEEN GIVING THIS SPEECH FOR YEARS, AND PEOPLE STILL DON’T WEAR SUNSCREEN AND THINK THIS WILL BE “FUN.” IT WILL NOT BE FUN.
I know the fandom culture on tumblr (and twitter) is to use hashtags as notes.
AO3 TAGS ARE NOT THE SAME AS TUMBLR TAGS.
Somewhere, a volunteer is going in and having to either connect your weird sentence fragment tag of “idk maybe bc Pat Kane is a loser” (example only) to another more useful tag, or leave it as a one-story tag that is not useful to anyone.
I know AO3 is set up for us to be able to add our own tags, but tags are not notes. The FAQ says “Users should be able to apply any kind of labels they want to their works and bookmarks,” but really, isn’t “eventual smut” a more appropriate label than “no smut yet, but it’s coming, I swear” - especially because when you put “no smut yet, but it’s coming, I swear” in the tags box, it becomes “no smut yet” and “but it’s coming” and “I swear”. That’s three separate tags. and “because it’s coming” is not a useful tag.
Maybe think about it this way: if someone clicks this tag, are they going to find other stories? Because that’s the point. I can click “Alternate Universe - Gender Changes” and there are 1,590 stories with that tag. I can even click “donuts” and find 17 stories. However, “but au bc establ relationship” is USELESS. What’s wrong with using “established relationship” (for example) as the tag? And even while the AO3 FAQ itself says we can use whatever we want for a tag, it also suggests appropriate use of commas and spelling.
I’m not saying not to use the tag you think is appropriate for your story if it doesn’t already exist, but think about if what you want to use is going to be useful to someone looking for more of the same thing. You can put “no smut yet, but it’s coming, I swear” in your notes!
Ugh. Maybe people just don’t care about making their tags useful.
this is just a general notice that if you haven’t read the the msscribe story or the cassandra clare plagiarism debacle on bad_penny, you are really missing out on the depths of the TRULY ridiculous in fandom history.
Man, I did NOT have time to fall down that rabbit hole today (she says, an hour later).
Things that ACTUALLY EXISTED FOR REAL IN EUROPEAN HISTORY: Non-white people, mostly those of North African and Middle Eastern heritage who were immigrants, merchants, missionaries, mercenaries advisors, and scholars; female leaders, including the famed Warrior Queen Boudicca; and queer folk, seriously, Shakespeare wrote sonnets for dudes.
Things that did NOT actually exist for real in European History: Magic, faeries, dragons, wizards.
Q.E.D. The “well, there’s no black people/brown people/women leaders/gay people in this European inspired fantasy because that would be inaccurate” rhetoric is bullshit.