Well, the beauty of fandom is that nobody’s voice is needed. Fandom doesn’t need my voice, if I stopped writing tomorrow there would be plenty of people to say anything I could have thought of saying, and then some. The nice thing about fandom is that we’re all here because we want to be here, and when we talk it’s because we want to say things.
So I think look at it this way instead: is there a story you need to tell? Is there something you need to say? Or even just want to say? Fandom can be as much about us as it is about the canon we’re writing for. What has always driven me in terms of fandom is that there’s a story in me that wants out, or I have something I want to say about the canon, and there’s no reason not to say it. That’s how I write – out of compulsion and desire. Those aren’t things anyone outside of me can inspire or control.
So I guess I write by making it about me, and not giving a crap whether the canon needs what I have to say. 😀 It takes a healthy ego sometimes, I admit. But that’s how I do it.
legos don’t need you to build a spaceship out of them, you do it because you feel like it. minecraft doesn’t need you to ride a pig. yarn doesn’t need you to turn it into a sweater. birds don’t need you to spot them with binoculars and look them up in the bird book. a hobby is something you don’t have to do, that you do because you feel like it.
is it FUN? i’ve poured hundreds of hours into fics that got maybe six reviews. but i had FUN. write for yourself, write the stories that YOU NEED. then it doesn’t matter if six people like it or if six hundred people like it. fandom should be fun because people deserve to have fun and you, specifically, right now, deserve happiness and satisfaction and to do enjoyable things just for the pleasure of enjoying them.
like— bread, yes, but roses too. have some fun.
i think that instead of pulling the metaphorical knife out of my chest and letting it heal, enduring the pain which would eventually lead to it healing, i just left a big ass metaphorical weapon in my chest and let it heal over, all fucked up and such so the metaphorical wound bever actually healed and never silved the problem, which was that i have a huge weapon impaled in my chest
sometimes – most of the time – i feel fine. and other times it hurts real bad and i know theres something wrong
God forgot to give sins to the angels and thumbs to the goats, so that angels have more thumbs than they can handle, and goats have more sins. To this day goats and angels both adore and resent humankind for having BOTH thumbs AND a capacity to sin, in balanced and wieldy amounts. That’s a fact about the creation of the universe
……i can’t tell if this is shitposting or talmudic midrash
just moving along like everyone else 