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Fandom Etiquette

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog. 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 

actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 

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Avatar Kyoshi fanart by me

More details I found looking at his page: He works as a cnc designer professionally for biomedical and aerospace industries and he designed and manufactured this himself. None of the eyes he’s made (he’s made MANY!) are 3D printed, they’re machined, medical grade titanium so they don’t get hot from the LED and are safe to use as a prosthetic. He wants to make them for other people at some point, but says he has a lot of research and development to do before that can happen.

I have a question. How did you come to the wonderful conclusion that Aloy and Talanah would be a good couple? I can see the appeal in it, but I'd rather hear it from you

[CRACKS KNUCKLES] Watch me try to stay as concise as I can with this post, hahaha.

First thing I'll say is--I'm an absolute sucker for a strong-based friends to lovers ship. The loyalty, the devotion, the knowing each other before and after the world changes them and every stage between, the slow strengthening of feelings, the contending with blurred boundaries, the oh moment, the it was this all along, the I have always been here and so have you and so we will, the settling into even deeper contentment with the other, hoo boy I can go on and on. I especially like it when it comes in a sapphic flavor of the Burdened Chosen One and their Tender, Caring, Supportive Best Friend.

[looks directly at camera]

So you can already see where I'm coming from, here. But--truly, for me--it comes down to 1) the similarities AND innate differences in their life stories/situations and 2) their interactions in HZD. A combined one-two punch that crushed my windpipe and stole my lunch money.

I'm a sucker for a friends to lovers ship, and I'm also a sucker for a ship with compelling parallels. What interests me most about the Aloy/Talanah dynamic is that they're narrative mirrors, but foils in situation. Both are highly-skilled hunters; both driven by their fixation on a parental figure (either avenging or uncovering); both lost their father (figure) to a cruelty much too large for them, with their fathers' shared desire for them to survive; both inheriting new titles (Sunhawk, Alpha Prime) and shouldering the burdens of their deceased parental figure; both proving their place and worth in the world as based on, in Talanah's words, more than the nature of their birth alone; I could keep going. (Don't tempt me.) But here Aloy was an outcast, while Talanah is from one of the noblest houses of her tribe--the difference of change from without versus change from within, and all the ways in which both are complicated. So narrative mirrors coming from opposing situations--how does that make them alike, and how does it make them different? How does it change they way they navigated through the world, and how does it change the way they would navigate one another?

I also love to point out the fact that Talanah is the perfect example of what Rost was trying to demonstrate to Aloy in his final lesson. The strength to stand alone and to make a stand. Her dedication to a selfless cause--ambition not for her own sake, but to restore her family's legacy, and to change her culture. GOD. My fingers are going numb just thinking about it.

What I'm trying to say is that Talanah is in a unique position to see and empathize with the burden Aloy feels post-HZD, and I'm not sure I'll ever forgive the writers for not capitalizing on that during the pivotal time of HFW. Carrying on of your parent's legacy is not easy, and even if Talanah doesn't know it by weight, she knows it by shape. Importantly, to me--Talanah understands--she's lived analogous experiences to Aloy's--but she's also different enough to challenge her. In fact, it goes both ways. There's a mutuality to the way that they make up for what the other has maybe lacked--puzzle pieces instead of cognate shapes, or the same image repeated twice, amplifying itself. There's harmony where there could just be volume.

That got away from me, so I'll just keep on going with how their interactions in HZD fishhooked me. I made a post the other day about Aloy's joy in the Redmaw victory, and that's a major part of it. The rest is just--the sense of ease and understanding that comes out in all of their conversations? And how Talanah always and consistently from the beginning sees Aloy as Aloy, not a Seeker, not a savior, not an oddity, just based on her own merit alone? How she heard Aloy give herself a name--Aloy despite the Nora--says she'll remember it, and then does, TWICE? Every smile she brings out of Aloy, every moment of bare genuineness between them, that giggle from Aloy post-quest? And don't get me started on the "you made this possible, Aloy" parallel. Don't even let me think about "you'll always have a special home here, if you want it." It'll end badly for all of us, category 10 blorbo emergency.

But it's not only what Talanah can offer Aloy (a deep bond of loyalty and fondness, a sense of belongingness, the simple fact of being seen as exactly how you yourself want to be seen)--Aloy gives back to Talanah as well!! Much more deeply than just helping her earn the Sunhawk title and restoring her family's legacy. Think about their pre-Alight conversation: "I won't stand aside while one of mine fights alone. Not again." Aloy has become one of Talanah's--a person who has lost everyone dear to her. Something that must be absolutely terrifying (see my post-HZD Lanah characterization, lmao) but still worth fighting for.

I was lucky enough to read the entire Sunhawk comic directly after the credits rolled on HZD, and that again just blew me out of the water with how much sense they make. The fact that Talanah was the only one to see Aloy leave makes my brain wanna come gushing out of my ears. And how they just--keep running into one another (more on this in the next paragraph). But perhaps the most important comic moment is Talanah's affirmation of "you don't owe me anything" after Aloy apologizes for leaving. That right there is respect to Aloy's agency and personhood (versus instrumentality!!) and the burden Talanah can sense she's under. She trusts Aloy to have told her what was up, if she had wanted her to know. And trusts that whatever she is doing must be important. Even if it's been difficult to be without her, Talanah knows she can't ask Aloy for more than what she is or what she can give.

(that's not to say Talanah isn't hurt. I think she still is--and projects a lot of that hurt and attachment onto another woodsy hermit--but that's a topic for a different post. You can trust and accept something like this while still being hurt by it.)

You asked how I came to the conclusion of THEM, so I haven't really included HFW in this analysis (I was clearly a goner from HZD), but it's there too. The way Aloy just happens to find out Talanah is nearby after her entire worldview is cracked open at Latopolis, how seeking her out and finding her seems to just make things okay again despite everything? (again, the constant finding of each other.) The fondness of their reunion? "It feels good to hunt by your side again"? The easy way they settle into old comfortable patterns of conversation? The tone of You love him, don't you and Really??? and Come here.? It's just all there screaming at me. I can't.

I just. I love them so much. It's so clear to me how they already have helped and can continue to help each other grow. Especially now that the series has placed them in yet another paralleled situation post-HBS. From where I see it, they've been dancing around each other since the beginning. And the way they've both sought things with others (ALSO EACH HAVING PARALLELS TO THE OTHER) only to walk away makes me wanna go absolutely feral. I can very, very clearly see this playing out into an what was I looking for when there was you moment and it might actually be the thing that makes me perish

I'm so sorry if this was totally incoherent. I've got a lot of feelings about this ship and I'm gonna continue to make them your problem.

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Migrant camp neighbor Part 2 (long) [MF]

This is part two of a long story.

Part one:

http://bit.ly/2jtIiUd

I’m a very visual person, so I like including pics that I feel closely resemble the girl, outfit, position, etc. None are my own pics, I found them all on Reddit.

So where do I pick back up….. I guess the next day. That evening was when I got the next text from Ana.

The message just said “Hey neighbor! Can I come over later? I think you have something of mine.”

I said, “Sure Ana, come on over whenever. I’ll be home at 6”

On my way home I stopped to get some beer and dinner. I thought I should offer to make dinner, so I texted her and she was up for it. She’ll be over around 7. I got home, prepared one of the few really good recipes I know: homemade spaghetti and meatballs. I’m not the fastest chef, so Ana showed up before dinner was ready. She said that’s fine, she’s in no hurry.

As usual, she looked smoking hot. She was wearing another tight dress, and for good reason. They look incredible on her.

She looked a lot like this:

http://bit.ly/2jjg9hy

We cracked some beers, put on some music, and chatted while I finished dinner. At one point, she excused herself to the restroom and asked if she could look around. I said she’s welcome to explore, I can give her a full tour after dinner. I have a pretty big, nice house, and I collect antiques a bit, so I figured she would just be looking at that stuff. After almost ten minutes Ana came back into the kitchen.

“Just in time for dinner, looks like you need another beer too!”

“Sorry I got distracted by one of your art pieces. This house is really cool! I still want a tour after dinner.”

We enjoyed our food and conversation. After a few more drinks, the flirtatious level was definitely increasing. I don’t remember exactly how, but after some teasing she ended up sitting on my lap at the table. I’m sure she could feel my hard-on poking her ass. I couldn’t help the erection, my hands were on her amazing legs again, she smelled fantastic, and when she would lean a certain way I could see down her dress. With tits as small as hers, the bra was sticking out a bit and I could see her nipples. This made my cock twitch a couple times without my control. I’m sure she had to feel it. The last time, she said, “so how about that tour?”. It was difficult standing up with a hard-on, but whatever. I figured she already knows.

So I start showing her around, flirting the whole time. I let her walk in front so I can check out her ass the whole time, especially the stairs. On the last step, her legs parted just barely enough to give me a quick glimpse between.

This was basically my view:

http://bit.ly/2k5oUjD

I almost died and fell down the stairs. No panties!!!! OMG. Must be she was hoping to leave with the pair she gave me. The pair that I left in……..the office she was about to walk into! And I was so busy making dinner, I’d forgot to put away the bottle of lube and a towel!!!

“Hey! Hang on a sec! Let’s go back downstairs and get more drinks!!” I said a bit panicky.

“But I want to see your office!” Ana said.

“It’s a mess right now, let’s go downstairs”

“It’s okay, I was in there earlier already.”. Ana said with a cute mischievous smile before continuing into the office. I was getting red with embarrassment as we walked in, but decided to just go with it. After all, I had my tongue in her ass the night before!

It was one thing to have her spot my lube bottle and towel sitting by my laptop. It was another to have her pick up her own panties from the desk. “Oh, here they are! I see you’ve been taking good care of them. Maybe I should let you keep them?”

I decided I should just tease back. “If it keeps you from wearing panties under your dresses, I should definitely hang on to them!”. That got us both laughing and playfully slapping and tickling each other. This was a perfect opportunity to grab her ass. It felt amazing in my hands and I squeezed it and pulled her to me, her chest against mine. We kissed for a bit, and I started moving my kisses down her neck, then down her chest a bit. She stopped me, and said we should refill our drinks. I regained my composure and led us back down to the kitchen.

While I grabbed us drinks, she wandered off again. I figured she’s probably just using the bathroom. I decided to go into the living room to put on more music. That’s where I found her. She had removed her dress, layed it across the back of a chair, and she was laying completely naked on my couch in a sexy pose. It was dark in the living room. Just the light from the kitchen and a couple LED candles I had turned on earlier. This put the sexiest lighting across her beautiful body. Her legs were together and her arms barely covered her nipples, so I couldn’t actually see everything.

Picture this:

http://bit.ly/2jjhUv7

I noticed a big joint in her hand. “Can we smoke this in here?”

I stuttered a bit, “Wha…uhhh….. of course! There’s an ashtray right here.”

“You should get more comfortable and smoke this with me.”

I stripped down to my boxers and sat next to her on the couch.

“I’m not lighting this until you take those off too.” Ana said, again with her cute mischievous smile. So I pulled down my boxers, my hard cock springing out and pointing straight ahead. My cock is about 7.5" long and pretty thick. Her eyes widened when she saw it. “Nice.” She said.

I sat and we smoked. After about halfway through the joint, she moved to face me and pushed me back so I was almost laying down on my back. I was taking another hit when I felt her hands on my cock. Two small, cold and soft hands wrapped around my shaft and very gently massaged my cock and balls. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the relaxing feelings of her hands, and the buzz from the beers and weed.

My eyes were closed when I felt her mouth close on the tip of my cock. Her wet and warm tongue swirled around the tip, circling the ridge. One hand held my cock firmly at the base while her other hand pulled down on my balls. It felt incredible. She never went very deep on it, but that never bothers me. I’m not sure how long she sucked on my cock, but it felt like eternity.

I was getting really close, so I sat up and told her we should go to my bedroom. She nodded, so I picked her up all manly-like and carried her in my arms up the stairs to my room. I have a king sized bed with a big down comforter. I playfully tossed her onto the bed, her beautiful tan, fit, naked body appearing even smaller on the huge bed with the poofy comforter hugging her from all sides. There was a little more light in my room, and I turned on my fake fireplace heater thing to set the mood.

I couldn’t help but stare at her amazing body for a bit before jumping onto the bed. She looked so inviting and cozy. She kept flashing her pussy at me. I knew she wanted to fuck.

http://bit.ly/2k5meCt

I grabbed a condom out of my nightstand and worked on putting that on. When I got it on and started to climb onto the bed, she automatically “assumed the position”. It was so fucking hot. I didn’t even ask, she was begging to be fucked.

http://bit.ly/2jjhVPH

I crawled over to her, put one hand on each of her ass cheeks, spread her open, and shoved my tongue into her pussy. She was dripping wet already and tasted so good.

I licked her pussy and ran my tongue up over her asshole too, all while she was rubbing her clit. I sat up, grabbed my now throbbing hard cock, and rubbed the tip against her pussy. She moaned and pushed back at me, wanting it all now. I teased her a bit before I slowly began pushing it in. She was really tight, but so wet I was able to get all the way in without any back tracking! When I bottomed out all the way inside her, she was moaning and shaking. I just held my cock deep in her and let it twitch and throb against her g-spot. Her pussy kept clenching around my cock.

http://bit.ly/2k5t0YW

I started moving in and out slowly at first, then quickly picked up the pace until her ass was slapping loudly against me. I fucked her doggy style for a while, and it felt so good. Very wet and tight. I readjusted my angle while fucking, and I must have found the right spot because she almost screamed in pleasure, then quickly said, “don’t stop!! I’m cumming!!!” She buried her face in my pillows and screamed and moaned while I fucked her. Her pussy was spasming and clenching my cock so much, I had to fight back my own orgasm.

When she was finished cumming, I slowly pulled out my cock and flipped her over onto her back. I moved up so that I could come on her tits, I wanted to look at her while I came and I love seeing girls covered in cum. She was all for it and took over jerking my cock. When I came, I shot ropes of cum across her tits, a couple spurts flying up to her open mouth.

http://bit.ly/2jjhWDf

She had stuck out her tongue and got two big shots right onto her tongue and mouth. She kept stroking me until it was all out, then leaned forward and sucked my cock clean.

After, I collapsed into the bed next to her. After we caught our breath, we took a nice hot shower together, including more oral play. Then she told me she had to get back home. We said our good-byes, kissed more, and she left. She did leave her panties with me, and I still enjoy using them to remember Ana while I jerk off.

We hooked up a few more times last summer before she headed back to Mexico with her family. Before she left, she hesitatingly revealed that she’s engaged back home and won’t be returning to the states for a while. I told her he’s a very lucky guy and I’ll be here if she’s ever back in the area.

That was the last I heard from Ana. She was by far the best experience I’ve had hooking up with my ever-changing Mexican neighbors.

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Katara: Are you serious?! You can't just date my ex like that!

Azula: Oh, and why not?

Katara: Because it's just part of your plan to hurt him, that's why! It's all some part of your big grand scheme to make him miserable!

Azula: Katara, you are NOT his mother. Both him and I can date whoever we want. And, even though I am a master schemer and I originally wanted to hurt the Avatar... There is something about him that I have grown to enjoy. So, get used to it. Because he's MINE now.

Katara: But- You can't just- You can't just 'call dibs' on him like Aang's some kind of object!

Azula: There's a saying I heard a little while ago... And I feel like it works very well in this setting... 'I licked it, it's mine'...

Katara:

Airbender Alva!