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July 21st  9,128 notes  via  source
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smalldisgruntledcorgi:

honestly if you dont think like, the tumblr feminist scene, with all the occasionally cheesy kawaii-aesthetic misandry art, hasn’t had an impact on anyone at all like

you dont remember what the average teen girl in a fandom was like before this. you don’t remember how we used to make hate-sites about female characters who “got in the way”, games where you could beat them up, how much we hate our gender and bragged about not being like other girls, used to completely reject everything girly. a lot of us just wanted to be one of the guys. there was a lot of internalised misogyny there

now you get these 15 year old girls loving other girls and loving themselves fiercely, even at the total cost of male approval and just. god. if like 14-year-old me could see this shit now. 

and like if you dont think teen girls learning to love themselves and their body and each other isnt important than i do not know what to say to you

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queenofyears:

I’ll answer all questions that come in my ask box!

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I wish that the writers for Teen wolf could see your answer to the anons ask about the show being a repeat of Destiel again. I know it wouldn't change anything, but maybe it would change their view of us just being "a bunch over overreacting teens". I don't think writers realise just how much their works mean to some people.

hatteress:

Unfortunately, show runners have been misunderstanding fans for decades. PTB see a very small cross section of fandom, usually the loud and unruly part, and they do what anyone does with limited information: make assumptions.

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve wished I could just sit down with the outside world and show them how creative, supportive and amazing fandom can be.

Fandom isn’t screaming death threats at actors on twitter. Fandom is coming together to find a home for a sixteen year old girl who’s been kicked out of her house because her parents found out about her girlfriend.

Fandom is staying up ‘til four in the morning to marathon episodes of tv shows with best friends who live on the other side of the world.

Fandom is having a panic attack and coming online because you know there’ll be someone to talk you through it on skype.

Fandom is creating artwork and fiction that makes people scream ecstatically in your face when you meet them at cons.

Fandom is people literally gifting each other creativity - stories and art used as tools to cheer one another up, or celebrate birthdays and achievements.

Fandom is being so touched by a story, you cannot get enough of it. So you dissect it, add to it, turn it on it’s head and open yourself up to such pain and heartbreak when that same story betrays you. Which they do, more often than not. Because the people behind the stories are human, and the people behind the humans are there to make money.

I think good writers know what their stories mean to people, even if they might not know enough to look past the loud minority that kicks their way to the top of the fandom pile. Because Good writers don’t write in a vacuum. Good writers know that stories are a huge chunk of our cultural conversation and good writers know that contributing to that discourse holds a measure of responsibility. The trick becomes getting those writers an audience and the autonomy to tell the stories they want to tell. And of course, ignoring the shitty writers that stagger onto the stage in a flurry of awe-inspiring fireworks only to pee on the curtain.