Because I'm Curious And I Really Don't Have Much Sense Any More Of Who Is Here On Tumblr After The Various

Because I'm curious and I really don't have much sense any more of who is here on Tumblr after the various waves of immigration from other sites and people leaving for other places, or who's reading this blog.

I'll let it run for a week, to increase the sample size. One simple question with ranges...

I really understand you, because I also often come across this. And this also often pushes away from some fandoms. I don't even want to post my arguments in some more public social networks (I don't have anyone I know from real life in tmblr, so I feel a little safe), but I don't write them especially here. I don't want to face waves of aggression. the only thing that saves me is that my husband supports me in my thoughts. the funniest thing is when I start to get carried away at some points (the plot of the second season, I grumbled for a while), in some things he explained to me why they did one way or another. but yes, the toxicity and bile of many people sometimes really hurts. I rub "sticks and stones can break my bones, but words… actually, also hurt"

I wish I was willing to watch things that are enjoyed by everyone right now. I know I would probably enjoy several of these shows. But I simply don't want to watch or to be part of the thing.

My current experience of fandoms isn't very nice (not much in this bubble but more around it - like in general). I just feel strange to like certain things the way I do. I feel they linger longer in me than for most and I can't move on easily.

Yesterday I quitted a stream because the streamer had his mind done already over the game he was playing, and he was trashing every details before even trying to play it. And it reminded me all those witcher video on youtube. Millions of views for trahsing. Ghosting for mixed or positive points of view.

Was it a good game? I don't know, probably not, I don't care anymore. I really didn't want to enter that vibe. So I stepped out.

The fact that he did it, visibly knowing he was gonna hate it, and then finding obviously every stone to throw at it and himself to finally say this is trash and the game was an insult, every way possible, just triggered me bad. Justification. I have to test it, this is my fandom and my work.

Well I guess he feels trapped in something that he doesn't like anymore. That's valid, but why do I have to receive all that passive aggressivity?

The thing is I don't find many places where people enjoy the same things I do. I step out more and more often. Not because they don't like something I enjoy - I am capable to take an opinion -, but the way they don't like, if I make sense.

All details that are like unworthy and so rarely details that are good. Glorifying the bad before pushing the thing out to the bin. To the point where I begin to wonder. Do I really have bad tastes ? Do I have too simple needs to fill? Should I want more ?

So when I see other stuff that I could possibly enjoy, I am like. Hmmm well, how long before people would begin to trash it too ? Do I really want to get invested in something that will follow the same path as everything else that I enjoy ?

The same reason blocks me in writing/finishing my analysis. There are 3 of them rotting in my draft with edits I have made, things that I wanted to talk about, etc. So I put the smallest content. I try to avoid being too enthusiastic.

I am bit jealous that people can invest themselves in several fandoms. Jumping from turmoil to another. For me the transitioning phases look like more like me partying hard in silence. Then just giving up. Then I move on. And eventually pick up something new.

Why do I keep interest in things for so long each time ?! I am talking years there.

I still can't figure out if I am the problem, others are to me or if I just can't adapt to the fast pacing of fandoms.

A list of the Entities in TAD songs and their aesthetics:

(Except not the ones Madeleine or Joey say they are because there are say too many of those)

The King - crumbling walls, secrets lurking in cobwebbed corners, crashing waves in a storm. Being protected, forgotten, isolated, smothered.

The Creature - scratching, clawing, screaming. Torn curtains and bloodied nails, you have to get out, you have to get out, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT, YOU HAVE TO GE-

The Old Man - broken promises, hair so tangled it brings tears to your eyes when you brush it. A too-tight corset. Being sent to bed without supper. Wondering what you did wrong, why won't they love you?

The Fox - screaming at your own reflection in a cracked mirror, branches whipping at your face as you run through the forest. It doesn't matter how fast you run, the truth will always find you, always be waiting for you.

The Trees - tall branches and taller tales. Climbing through branches that could crack under your weight, but knowing they won't, that their support will lift you higher, ever higher. Watching the earth fall away beneath you. Wondering if you'll ever feel the ground beneath your feet again, and if you even want to.

The Hollow Folk - watching, whispering, waiting. Shadows flicking through the corners of your vision, devils and guardian angels and everything in between. They hold no secrets in their hearts because there is nothing there to hide, nothing even to see. Empty shells of former people, observing and oh-so-patient. They will get what they want, in the end.

The Saint - staring your mistakes in the face and knowing you'll never change. Burning your past and dancing in the ashes as you suffocate in the smoke that coils itself around you. You can never escape the flaws that reside deep in the furthest recesses of your soul. You will never get it right because you dont even know what right looks like anymore.

Good Man Grace - tough love that won't take no for an answer. Empty promises to be there for you that crumble to dust as soon as you ask for help. You could be better than you are if only someone would tell you how, but nobody will. You'll never be on your own, but you're always alone.

Old Witch Sleep - comforting, cajoling, calamitous decisions masked behind gentle persuasions. Burying your head in the sand, only to choke on the grains that fill your eyes and cling to your tongue. You can rest now. You don't need to worry about anything. You never will again.

I’ll just leave a couple of funny photos for memory, I’ve never worn pink before in my life, but it seems quite cute😅

Ok new game. What's the thing you're a fan of that you're the most pretentious about. NOT the most pretentious thing you're a fan of, I mean the thing that makes *you* act like one of those "oh yeah? Name five of their albums" people. There is a difference

I have a strange rush of inspiration. I don't understand what my brain was thinking when I came up with this, but let it be here