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Jan. 15th, 2017
Fandom Snowflake Challenge
Jan. 15th, 2017 02:00 pmFandom Snowflake Challenge
Day 15
In your own space, write a love letter to Fandom in general, to a particular fandom, to a trope, a relationship, a character, or to your flist/circle/followers. Share you love and squee as loud as you want to. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Dear Fandom,
I love you for letting me be myself. When I sit on the floor, climb stairs on all fours, describe things by scent, or codeswitch into alien languages, you don't look at me funny. You think it's cool. I don't have to waste so much energy pretending to be human. You read my fanfic, and feedback is candy. You buy my original writing, and that puts beans on the table. I squish you, and some of you know what that means, and that's awesome too. You bring out the best in me.
I love you for being yourself. When you squee over cool things, throw NASA parties, talk about ten million years in the future, and jerryrig solutions, I think it's fantastic. I look in the art show and the dealer's room and the impromptu jam sessions on floors and in stairwells, and I'm reminded how creative you are. How boundless. How infinite in diversity and combinations. And I'm a xenophilic, sapiosexual kind of sophont so that really lights my warpcore.
Love,
Ysabet
Day 15
In your own space, write a love letter to Fandom in general, to a particular fandom, to a trope, a relationship, a character, or to your flist/circle/followers. Share you love and squee as loud as you want to. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Dear Fandom,
I love you for letting me be myself. When I sit on the floor, climb stairs on all fours, describe things by scent, or codeswitch into alien languages, you don't look at me funny. You think it's cool. I don't have to waste so much energy pretending to be human. You read my fanfic, and feedback is candy. You buy my original writing, and that puts beans on the table. I squish you, and some of you know what that means, and that's awesome too. You bring out the best in me.
I love you for being yourself. When you squee over cool things, throw NASA parties, talk about ten million years in the future, and jerryrig solutions, I think it's fantastic. I look in the art show and the dealer's room and the impromptu jam sessions on floors and in stairwells, and I'm reminded how creative you are. How boundless. How infinite in diversity and combinations. And I'm a xenophilic, sapiosexual kind of sophont so that really lights my warpcore.
Love,
Ysabet