spencer hastings + looking down
But, everything was beautiful at the ballet.
Fabrastings. Spencer Hastings and Quinn Fabray at a summer resort for pampered, pretentious, and promising youth.
Mentioned song: Like a Song by Lenka
Each summer your parents go on an outlandish vacation and ship you off to a summer resort with other teenagers from well to do families who want little to do with them. The staff are snooty, the youth doubly so. It’s your parent’s crowd, complete with oxfords, sun hats, and gossip. You miss your friends. Thinking about all the inappropriate things Hanna might say to these people is one of the best ways to keep your temper in check.
Drawing Feet and Shoes from 萌えキャラクターの描き方 (How to draw moe characters)
okay last text post of the night but
One of the things I like best about fanfiction is how you can start from the steady base of canon and read a 100k fic and then start fresh and read a oneshot from that same steady base of canon. You can let people tell you these stories new and endlessly varied ways so you can hear the same one twenty times and somehow its still different because of even a single word. But what I like best about it is that every single story that makes its mark on you can exist simultaneously without necessarily negating any of the others and that months later you can be reading something else and suddenly you realize there’s a piece of knowledge that isn’t canon at all that’s from that fic about those things but this other bit you remember and have amalgamated is from an entirely different one about those things. And you are able to hold this nebulous beauty of strangely coexisting nearly paradoxical stories in your hands and love them all at once. You can meet Nyota Uhura ten times over and pick out the bits you like best from each backstory and fuse them into one little piece. She can meet Spock twenty different ways and you can believe in every single one of them. Sometimes her third language is Mandarin and sometimes its Arabic and sometimes its Vulcan and at the same time its all three all at once.
Man I don’t know I just love fanfiction.
I think this is beautifully said. Fanfiction has trained us to contain multitudes within us. There are untapped universes spinning out in every direction and nothing but possibility from here to the horizon.
yes to all of this, and also: there is no proof like fanfiction that a thing, once created, is its own. it grows and changes and mutates completely independent of its creator. it is completely valid to say, “man, steven moffat just didn’t get amy pond,” and then write all the ways that she was better, stronger, and more fragile than he ever allowed her to be. it’s completely valid to give voice to elements of a character or story that the canon never explored. that lack of exploration doesn’t make those elements any less real or valid. amy pond was better than the show let her be, because amy pond, as a character, as a creation, is. she doesn’t only belong in the world that doctor who built for her. she can be moved. she can move.
in translation we talk about linguistic polyphony, which is
the kind of written narrative in which the inherently dialogic character of the word as an element of natural language makes it possible for the writer to build up a chorus of voices, only one of which belongs to the writer himself. (“Linguistic Polyphony as a Problem of Translation,” Elzbieta Tabakowska)
this applies to fanfiction, too. fandoms are proof that there is no such thing as a solo in storytelling. everything is a chorus, and everyone can sing in it, even the songs themselves.