There isn’t a single person in this photoset who I wouldn’t want to be fucked by
VRISKA THOUGH OH MY GOD
tywinning asked you:
As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?
I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn.
Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else. Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.” He was the original Gary Stu). Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic. In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck. Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic. Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school. And Spenser! Don’t even get me started on Spenser.
Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion. Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome. (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.) People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of? There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man! (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.)
I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history. First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place. And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together). And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn. And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you. Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing. And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time. A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well).
What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later. Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them. If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say.
I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more. I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written. That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose. That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling. But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing. There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago.
But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists. Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist. (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)
TodayYesterday, there was a kid near Adventureland who was about 4 years old or so. he was a wearing a princess crown, had a princess wand, the autograph book was princesses, etc. and there was a grown man teasing him about “being gay”. A grown man.
Peter Pan likes to hang around the Adventureland bridge and he happened upon that scene. Not liking what he saw, especially from a grown up, he spoke up:
“Excuse me, sir, but I’m about to give you some advice I never tell anyone: grow up.”
How do artists even get these out so fast :0
It only takes a few hours to do an art, and Calmasis has been known about for days now. I’m sad I haven’t seen more but yes, this is a very good batch.
IMPAIRMENT: is the functional limitation within the individual caused by physical, mental or sensory impairment.
DISABILITY: is the loss or limitation of opportunities to take part in the normal life of the community on an equal level with others due to physical and social barriers. (DPI, 1982)
(Disabled People’s International quoted in Goodley 8)
Goodley, Dan. Disability Studies: An Interdisciplinary Introduction. London: Sage, 2011. Print.
Yeah that may be true, but my experience of the impaired is that they do suffer limitations to live a normal life..and so they are disabled.
Firstly, what do you mean by “[your] experience of the impaired”?
Secondly, you misunderstand the author: the above quote does not exist to draw a distinction between two “types” of people, in which some are impaired and some are disabled. Rather, the quote explains how political, economic, social, historical, cultural, relational and other factors dis-able those with impairments (Goodley).
I was born with an impairment: I can hardly hear in my left ear, and my right ear is so-so. You would think this is a disability and that hearing aids would fix me right up, but it isn’t.
Since I have lived with this my whole life, I have adapted. My hearing loss is a cookie bite, which means I am missing a range of tones. These tones happen to be low, such as air conditioners, computers whirring, and such. I’ve gone 21 years without hearing these noises.
I have a pair of hearing aids. If I put them in, all of the sudden I am bombarded with the sounds of cars on the street, music in the grocery store, machines working, fans and vents, the furnace turning on and off. Your brain is used to tuning all of this out. Mine isn’t. My hearing gets worse when I wear hearing aids because all I hear is the static of the world.
My hearing loss is an impairment, not a disability. It’s my hearing aids that disable me. There are people who get annoyed when I can’t hear them and in their ignorance say that it’s my fault, that I should be wearing hearing aids if I can’t hear them. It’s their insistence on phone calls instead of texts or emails (I’ve lost friends because I refuse phone calls. They blame me for being cold because I only text).
I hope this helps to make the distinction clearer?
A perfect illustration for you all.