Re-watching

Re-watching

M A G H R I B

Let the world know that from now on "History Maker" is Rock!!! (Because it rocks my world X9 .... and because youtube says so n_nU)

So totally needed

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

Literally me

bro, i dont even care anymore. fuck it! *continues to try very hard*

I met a fan artist from the Hobbit fandom who’s 40+ years old, who sent me a postcard a couple of years back for Christmas with her art on the card. 

When I was about 14, I once befriended, and lost contact with, a 40 year old woman with a full head of gray, curly hair, who was one of the best known Good Omens fan artists of the community. She had apparently been in and out of asylums for years, and I worried for the longest time. I even sent her an email when I was around 18, asking after her well-being. But then she resurfaced when I was 21, here on tumblr. It was one of the greatest and most memorable fandom experiences I’ve ever had. 

When I was 15 and using slurs I didn’t know were slurs, 30+ year old LGBTQ+ comics fans on scans_daily patiently but firmly corrected me. I felt mortified, but they never attacked me or treated me as anything other than a dumb kid who made a mistake. 

I have a long time friend of close to a decade, who was late twenties when I met her in the comics fandom, and I was a teen.

OLDER FANS ARE CRUCIAL TO THE SURVIVAL OF FANDOMS. Not ONLY because they’re literally the ones keeping fandom afloat (AO3 wasn’t created or maintained by kids, let’s just say), but because older fans generally don’t attack or bully or fuck up a fandom by being aggressive or volatile or overzealous, destroying any enjoyment of a medium. 

Single women, married women, LGBTQ+ fans, all in the range of 30-60 years old. I’ve met all sorts of older fans, from when I was 12 on deviantart to now, in my mid-twenties, and not a single one of them has ever hurt me or treated me like dirt. I’ve always felt safer with older fans than with younger ones, because of the people I’ve seen harass, accuse, doxx, bully, and generally engage in harmful behaviour in this fandom, they’ve largely been in the 13-21 age bracket. 

Obviously most young fans aren’t like that, but the toxicity is palpable regardless.

@younger fans, if somebody older in a fandom acts in a creepy way, then feel free to avoid them, block them, report them.

But this apparent DELUSION that younger fans have that older fans are “creepy” just for existing needs to be eradicated. Just. Stop. You do not deserve the fandoms they built, they maintained, they keep alive in themselves and all the younger fans they took care of, if you cannot RESPECT THEM. 

So now we're Fancasting tarjei Sandvik Moe as Remus lupin?! I'm so up for this!! <3

@marauderseranetwork’s   (  first )   inter-house competitive event: aus    – —    hufflepuff &  ravenclaw vs. gryffindor &  slytherin   |   hufflepuffravenclaw

after his most recent transgression — willingly allowing himself to be dragged into a fight involving the principal’s son and six others — walburga has finally had enough of sirius’s attitude and decides to ship him off to ilvermorny academy, a boarding school in america. there, he befriends a lonely boy by the name of remus lupin, who doesn’t quite know what to make of sirius at first. but it isn’t long before the dark-haired teen manages to sneak his way past his defenses, and as a result firmly secures a place in his heart. forever.

                                                     oOo

“so …” the new, mysterious student — and unsurprisingly the talk of Ilvermorny — sirius black, plops down across from a self-pondering remus, his grey eyes gleaming with curiosity. “i hear you’re from england … originally.”

remus says nothing, not quite aware of the fact that his previously lone status has gained a straggler. but when the other boy pointedly coughs, loud enough to draw the attention of everyone sitting within a fifteen-foot radius of them, he blinks, the gesture bespeaking of his discomfiture — at least for those who knew him well enough to notice. 

but most don’t. 

“i—i beg your pardon?”

“you’re a brit, yeah? … y’know. from england? home to the famed fish and chips, double-decker buses, and cricket?” it’s uttered with an exaggerated accent, successfully wresting a small, albeit bemused, smile from remus. because, while there’s a hint of mockery in the statement, there’s nothing malicious about it. only teasing. 

“yes,” he replies quietly, wondering if perhaps the new student decided to approach him (  only )  because of their shared origins. like is often attracted to like, after all. and no one ever bothers to invite him into any conversations, good or bad. “dorset, actually. i — well, my father thought it best that i see more of the world … starting here, i suppose.” 

more like his new wife did. but seeing as his father was rather weak-willed, remus anticipated something like this happening long before he — they — suddenly sprung it on him two years ago.

“huh,” sirius muses aloud, then shrugs, not at all ashamed to admit his case is glaringly different. “well, my mother couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. honestly, i think it’s her heart — the poor, pitiful thing obviously can’t handle the shock of constantly being in the presence of such greatness. i can’t tell you how many times it nearly gave out over this past year alone.” he blows out his breath in mild regret, as though truly contrite for the part he played in her decision to foist her oldest son off onto someone (  anyone )  else — but his eyes tell a different story. “no wonder the woman is always so … dour and surly and grouchy and all-around unpleasant to live with. can’t really blame her for it — except i do. because she’s awful.”

remus lets out a surprised chuckle at the dry, satirical undertone lacing his words. not exactly the same situation, but close enough. “i’m remus,” he finally introduces himself with a small dip of his head. but rather than leave it at that, he chooses to take it a step further by extending the hand of friendship.

in which the other boy happily accepts, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “sirius. but i bet you already knew that.”

an answering grin splits remus’s lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. “i had my suspicions.”