Friendly reminder that fan-made content (fanart, fanfic, fanvids, etc) are:
extremely time consuming. Remember someone actually took time out of their life to create that, time they could’ve used to, idk, sleep, for example
entertainment you’re consuming for free. I can’t stress this enough: you’re enjoying someone else’s craft for free. You paid exactly zero money to look at/read/watch it.
S H A R E D with you, not made for you. This is the most important point: someone created that, put it online and you found it. No one forced you to consume that fanwork, you C H O S E to do it.
Whenever you feel like leaving a mean comment, anonymous hate or make a ~clever post about how ‘lol look at all of these overused tropes every fic writer crams into their fics’ remember you’re being a dick to someone who shared their work with you. You’re not being funny, you’re not being edgy, you’re not being brave for calling something out – you’re being a dick.
You bitch about their ships – you’re a dick
You bitch about their formatting -you’re a dick
You bitch about the plot – you’re a dick
You bitch about spelling and grammar – you’re a dick
You bitch about this FREE ENTERTAINMENT someone worked on – congratulations, you’re a dick
Here There Be Gerblins: This might as well happen. Adult life is already so God damn weird.
Murder on the Rockport Limited: “I’ll tell you what we’ll do! We’ll draw chalk around the body is. That way we’ll know where it was…”
Petals to the Metal: “I hear you honking and I also don’t want me to be doing what I’m doing. I don’t like that I’m in that lane either, and I sure would like to get out of it!”
The Crystal Kingdom: “Is it an “E” or is it a “3”? That’s up to ye. The passwords of past you’ve correctly guessed, but now it’s time for the robot test!”
The Eleventh Hour: “All right, well, what do they do with the time machine?” “Well, now I’m embarrassed to say.“
The Suffering Game: And I go: “Why are you doing this to me?” and they go: “Because we’re Delta Airlines and life is a fucking nightmare!”
The Stolen Century: “All right, there’s a Norwegian Cruise Line leaving for Martinique. Here’s my plan: you and me get very dressed up, including hats, and then we wave handkerchiefs at it until it disappears over the horizon.”
Story and Song: You’re a 22-year-old temp, and you’re so hungover, and you just wanna die every day. And then that happens in front of you, and I don’t know, gives you hope?
