Most shows I’ve seen that mention fan fiction readers/writers portray them as kinda oddball super-geeks with no lives or social skills.
So I wanna take a moment to appreciate the fact that in Parks & Recreation, the character who writes fan fiction is the intelligent, successful, and good-looking primary love interest of the main character.
Also I want to read the full fic he wrote.
It’s only unrealistic because he said he finished it.
He’s obviously lying, so it’s very realistic.
Here we have Terry from Brooklyn Nine Nine. He’s an Absolute Unit, father, police officer, black, intelligent, kind, a main character……and writes fanfiction from The Good Wife.
B99 - breaking stereotypes all over the place.
ETA: gifset not mine, I think it’s from @msjessicaday
Note that both shows are from the same creator. Who also writes Kant fanfiction and calls it “The Good Place.”
they really gave us a female lead in a star wars movie & made her kind and good and angry and powerful and complex & then spent the next 2 movies revolving almost her entire storyline around a white male war criminal who abused her, abused her friends, abused her family. all the while validating all the people who romanticized gaslighting and torture. for fan service lmao
they also gave us a strong black male lead who was kind and rebelled against his entire way of life when he saw the atrocities he was expected to take part in. He risked his life to save others and was shown to love and care deeply for his friends and willing to sacrifice himself to save him. Then the next two movies infantilize him to be this weak self preserving side character with literally no agency beyond yelling other character’s names.
They also gave us a Latino sci-fi hero who was an ace fighter pilot with a heart of gold and a wealth of courage who showed an incredible amount of support and kindness and trust towards a man who he had just met. Then the next two movies relegated him to being a chronic fuck-up and then ret-conned his ace pilot backstory in service of a racist drug dealer backstory to make him more like Han Solo
when u have so many things u want to draw that it becomes overwhelming so u just do nothing
Ok so last week I was hanging out with a friend and he told me that, when he was a child, he used to have a vhs tape with some random tv shows on it. And he says, “you know that sheep gif? that show was on the vhs, but I can’t remember how it was called, and google isn’t helping.” so we spent the weekend trying to find it, and we did! anyways the video was made by a cult
This post sent me down an insane rabbit hole last night, the cult that made this has a thing for fantasizing about having sex with Jesus:
Cool tips for hot sex!
I have never encountered a post that legit made me feel like I’ve been punched in the chest before.
This started as a relatable artist meme but quickly turned into a horny cultist-driven train wreck
Oh hey, look, it’s the cult that brainwashed the guitarist from Fleetwood Mac
This is also the same cult that Rose McGowan and Joaquin and River Phoenix grew up in
The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.
I have never before heard of Everett True, but if he “regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude,” I have a strong spiritual connection with him.
I fucking love him
i can imagine this guy’s voice very clearly in my head but i couldn’t put a name to it
“He hid it from me for four years. The whole time I believed he was in love with me. He was always saying: ‘I love you.’ Always: ‘I want to be with you.’ And he seemed to care so much. He’d always ask about what I read, and what I learned, and what I thought. We’d talk about our future together. I was so happy. The world seemed so beautiful. Until one night we were eating dinner, and his phone rang. He glanced at the screen then put it down quickly. Something felt strange, so I told him to answer it. But he refused. And that’s when I knew. I pressed him for days until he finally admitted everything. I went through all his emails. All the things he ever told me, he’d told her too. Word for word. Everything had been lies. They’d even travelled together when he claimed to be on business trips. My world was broken. I haven’t dated for years. So many of my previous understandings have lost their meaning. I no longer know what ‘loyalty’ is. Or ‘commitment.’ I can’t even use the word ‘love’ anymore. I used to say it all the time: ‘I love this,’ or ‘I love doing that.’ Now I just say that I ‘want’ to do something. Or I use the word ‘happy’ a lot. Like: ‘I’m happy to be with you.’ But never ‘love. Because I don’t know what that is anymore.” (Hong Kong)
