OH MY FUCKING GOD THEY WERE LAUGHING BECAUSE THEY KNEW
Now Sherry and Morty can form a Fake-suicide Club and go fishing together and make all of Anderson’s Sherlock Fan(fiction)club's fantasies come true.
the way gqgqqt flounced out of fandom and deleted everything, leaving only this:
no remixes no sequels no prequels no missing scenes/POVs, no borrowing of AUs, nO PODFIC
if you can even find anything anymore or have backups, those rules still apply. your inability to get a specific answer…
I’m more dismayed that somewhere along the line, some altercation or something occurred which so soured gqgqqt on the fandom that this seemed a valid reaction.
For all of fandom’s conceit that it is “friendly, welcoming” etc, it is not. It has never been. Fandom is the same sort of sociological construct that so challenges everyone during their teenage years; the clique, the “us versus them”, the “no (girls) allowed” mentality, the “our club, not yours”… Fandom is NEVER inclusionary, it is nearly ALWAYS exclusionary to a certain extent, and those that believe they ‘got in on the ground floor’ will always make life difficult for those that come after. Whether the year is 2012, and you’ve suddenly discovered The Avengers thanks to a blockbuster movie, or it’s 1987, and you “can’t be a REAL Grateful Dead Fan (tm), you’re just a Touch-Head” because you’ve just heard “Touch of Grey” on the radio….
(yeah, dated myself, so be it)
Fandom is actually a dark, dirty place, in no way exempt from the harshness of Human Interactions. It takes strength, maturity, power, conviction, and compassion to navigate the waters of Fandom, like it does everything involving the Human Race.
I do not blame gqgqqt for deleting the account. I mourn the lost of the creative works, the POTENTIAL works, just as I mourn Keith Haring, who died too young, and any other artist riven from their art, by death, by life, by pressure, by anything. I still mourn Van Gogh, and Picasso, and Mozart. Sometimes, there is a straw too heavy, a bridge too far. I can only hope that the works remain on a harddrive somewhere, and that someday gqgqqt will choose to return.
I miss gqgqqt… a big part of my first days in the fandom, those stories. Still are. i’ll never forget.
Clint/Coulson domesticity sketchpage commission for Beena.
I had a lot of fun with this, of course Phil Coulson has Captain America comics framed on his wall. Also he has my favourite Robert Longo print.
Commission information here.
Well ain’t that cute <3
If ANYONE knows where to find this, pleasepleaseplease tell me!
Today we Finns celebrate our Independence Day. It’s snowing, and the “blue hour” of this winter day looks appropriately beautiful.
Tonight half the country is going to watch the annual broadcast of the President’s party and comment on the dresses of the honoured/lucky guests. This year there won’t be any punch, or so I’ve heard. So no drunk politicians trying to appear sober.
Then it’s the cult black-and-white movie about the Continuation War, “Tuntematon sotilas”, shown every year. A classic, and also actually a good movie. An icon. To some, an epic of biblical proportion, almost to the point of blinding them to what a great movie it really is.
And then, for some reason, they’re showing a rerun of our winning hockey match against the Swedes from 2011. I mean, what. Well, to each their own. I have to admit that it was pretty awesome. And if some people get their patriotic kicks out of it, then who am I to stop them.
Despite all these television-related traditions, the Day of my homeland has always been a quiet celebration. No fireworks or parades - 4th of July style - but silent rememberance of those who fought for us, men and women who are now gone. Memories of all the summers by the sea. All the winters of my childhood. Every birthday and warm Midsummers Eve, every Independence day before. A day for being grateful for everything I’ve been privileged to have.
This is also my Day of Independence: the first holiday in my own appartment, without my family. I’ve got to make my own traditions. It’s exciting, and somewhat scary. What are my celebrations going to look like? Will they be the same next year, the year after that, decades later when I’m old and (hopefully) wrinkly? Who knows.
In honour of this day, here are two songs.Two classics. You might recognise the latter from the ending of one of those Die Hard movies. That’s us, Finns: we’re just happy to be noticed. We celebrate our country in silence, and feel twinges of nostalgia for times we’ve never lived. And we watch too much television.
- Nelson Muntz -
I had the pride and joy to share Thor: The Dark World with my little sister today. Subtly watching her reactions and then analyzing the film for over an hour afterwards made this second time of seeing the movie a totally different experience from the first.
Of course, in premieres, the overall sensation is different: the people around you really, really want to be there, and everyones more open to applauding, laughing and cheering when the occasion calls for it. A normal theatre experience is much more subdued, but still a collective, shared event that unites people for a couple of hours before they wander off again.
Next to us, there sat a middle-aged couple to whom I shortly explained what the movie’s about: they hadn’t seen any of the previous Marvel movies, and they left soon after the end credits started rolling so I never got to know what they thought of it, but this is exaclty what I mean. Seeing a movie in a theatre brings people together: it’s a beautiful, magical everyday thing.
My sister pointed at the ending credits and said: “One day, my name’ll be there”.
And I found myself saying that so would mine be, too.
It’s movies like this that remind me why I wanted to study film: even if I never get to be a part of something this massive, these kind of things I still want to do. It’s a lot more fullfilling to do something you believe in, that you can stand behind of, that inspires you.
For some reason, I’m having a very Coulson day today.
What am I talking about? Every single day it’s Coulson Day!
I just love those little gestures. Like in Iron Man with the door-opening bomb: he just holds out his hand, and gets it. Or in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. with the already legendary “Finger of Shame”.
Something really amazing about Clark Gregg, and of course the writers and directors who have made Agent Coulson, piece by piece, is the attention to detail. I think Gregg’s strength (one of many) is the way he manages to look so friendly and kind, like everyone’s favourite relative or neighbour, and yet totally command the scene.
When he’s happy, it’s a tiny smile while his eyes are laughing - and you can’t help but to be happy too. And when angry or disappointed, it’s a tight, sad look on an impassive face - and it sort of makes you want to beg for forgiveness.
I, for my what-will-most-likely-be eternal shame, at first judged him to be too neutral: oh how wrong I was. All those expressions and emotions, so real and relatable! You can see it in his other, non-Marvel work too: that’s just the way he is. And it’s so cool and inspiring.
1. “Oh, hello. What?”
2. ” 'Why am I so handsome, amazing and cool?' “
4. “It just happens to be in my nature.”