I have this obnoxious head canon that Ford acted just like Star Lord during those 30 years in the Multiverse….. all the way down to people not really hearing of him before despite the bounty on his head.
(P.S. Devin Faraci tried to fight with me and subsequently blocked me on Twitter because I retweeted a bunch of things he’s said over he years about fan culture, which are handily quoted in this Tumblr post! Please enjoy! :D )
So as we all know, movie critic Devin Faraci caused a minor internet brouhaha Tuesday with a controversial piece about online fandom. “Fandom is broken” — which piggybacks off a milder but similar article published last week by the AV Club and argues that fan culture has entered an ugly phase — was largely met with solemn nods of agreement by everybody except, uh, anybody who’s actually in fandom and actually knows what the fuck fan culture is about.
The main target of the piece is fan entitlement, which Faraci believes is the result of fandom being “post-fanfic.” That is, he thinks the current state of fandom — which can be overwhelmingly polarized and activist — is a natural result of fans having so much personal autonomy over their own fanfiction and other fanworks (including fanart, fan film, fan meta, shipping, and fan theories). Consequently, they seek to have the same level of creator control over their canons, too.
Before we go any further, let’s be clear here. Some people should be told at all times that their diminishment of cultures they don’t understand only makes them look small, petty, and ridiculous. Faraci is one of those people. He has demonstrated again and again that he has only a cursory understanding of what fanworks-based fan culture is, and utterly no interest in examining it to a closer degree.
Faraci’s consistent response to fanworks and remixing in general is to be cavalierly dismissive. Please enjoy this litany of Faraci being cavalierly and unilaterally dismissive of virtually every fannish practice, from shipping to fan films to fanfiction:
To anyone who’s spent any amount of time immersed in fan culture, Faraci’s attitudeabout fandom is unilaterally tone-deaf, laughably inaccurate, and full of hubris. He is jawdroppingly secure in his opinions, and when you attempt to suggest that fanworks are far more complex than he’s acknowledging — as I once did in a brief exchange after one of his derisive tweets about fan theories — he typically dismisses you out of hand or ignores you altogether:
And then there’s this gem:
When I retweeted all of these tweets just now, Faraci responded by a) calling me out to his 40,000 followers, most of whom are apparently male and who naturally began brigading and harassing me on Twitter; b) blocking me, and c) tweeting this:
So. Now that we’ve established that Devin Faraci is a dismissive demeaning sexist shitbag and everything he says about being “concerned” about “fan entitlement” is concern trolling because he HATES fanworks and fans who create stuff and overanalyze and generally actively engage with texts, let’s move on, shall we?
sometimes, even the most cheerful needs to be cheered up
so!! i really wanted to draw Mabel hugging and being really affectionate to her family, and generally just cheering them up, but then i was like ‘well, if she cheers everyone else up, who’d cheer up her up?’ and the last pic was born!!
if you’ll notice, each patch of grass has different thins in them!! one has yellow dandelions, one has white ones, and one has mushrooms. and the last pic has all three of them, to symbolize the family all coming together
it’s kinda hard to tell, but Ford is kissing Mabel on the head, haha
Dean’s constipated feelings for Castiel, Angel of the Lord, are so ever-present, so solidly carved into the bones of his ribcage, that I think, if he were ever given the words to speak it all out loud, it would be like a thunderclap ringing out across the levels of creation.
Monsters in Purgatory would cease their monstering and grip each other by the elbows. “Is that what I think it is?” they’d growl, dewey eyed.
“Halle-bloody-lujah!” Crowley would snark, already plotting how to stir up mischief at the wedding.
“The final blasphemy,” some of the stodgier angels would whisper, appalled. But a bunch of Cupids would start sobbing into their handkerchiefs and surreptitiously making little heart-shaped clouds with their bows.
And Dean, once the floodgates had opened, Dean would not be able to stop babbling at his Chrysler-building sized personal whirlwind, wrapped up in a holy tax accountant, even as the tips of his ears flushed bright with embarassment because son-of-a-bitch his tough rep was going in the toilet, with all this mushy crap.
Dean’s constipated feelings for Castiel, Angel of the Lord, are so ever-present, so solidly carved into the bones of his ribcage, that I think, if he were ever given the words to speak it all out loud, it would be like a thunderclap ringing out across the levels of creation.
Monsters in Purgatory would cease their monstering and grip each other by the elbows. “Is that what I think it is?” they’d growl, dewey eyed.
“Halle-bloody-lujah!” Crowley would snark, already plotting how to stir up mischief at the wedding.
“The final blasphemy,” some of the stodgier angels would whisper, appalled. But a bunch of Cupids would start sobbing into their handkerchiefs and surreptitiously making little heart-shaped clouds with their bows.
And Dean, once the floodgates had opened, Dean would not be able to stop babbling at his Chrysler-building sized personal whirlwind, wrapped up in a holy tax accountant, even as the tips of his ears flushed bright with embarassment because son-of-a-bitch his tough rep was going in the toilet, with all this mushy crap.
ford and mabel making ice cream in the lab using the liquid nitrogen method of freezing
mabel is like “we should have some STROBES IN HERE because that smokey stuff makes it look awesome”
and ford just answers her questions and elaborates on her statements
“this smokey substance is actually liquid nitrogen and the temperature of it is approximately -346 degrees.” and mabel is SHOCKED “THEN WHY ARENT WE FROZEN SOLID”
and ford is like, as he’s mixing the liquid nitrogen in with his bare hands, “that’s the leidenfrost effect. when liquid nitrogen touches something warmer, it immediately boils on contact and becomes nitrogen in its gas state. so you can do this-” and he stuffs his hand in and waves it around in a ton of liquid nitrogen “-without the concequences of losing a limb to frostburn”
Phew, I spent a few days working on this one… I think I finally managed to figure out how I want to do shading and get the brushes I wanted, thank goodness. This is the first time I’ve loked at a piece of my art and actually really liked it. I’m so happy :D
So this is actually sort of a scene inspired by my fic Rewrite, inspired by the Falling Star AU. Of course, it hasn’t happened in my fic yet. A few chapters down the line!
