Coming into a fandom late

aimlesslyadrifting:

shaded-vulpix669:

teaganvamp:

abh95:

it-is-bugs:

fanfic-yes-please:

eriplier:

illogicalvoid:

inverted-mind-inc:

sageblackrose95:

jupiter235:

not-so-secret-nerd:

nerdsagainstfandomracism:

my-reylo:

street-of-mercy:

dj-killer:

221books:

valerieparker:

baxtersaurus:

mishstiel:

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Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck

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Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie

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Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war. 

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Accuracy at its best

Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…

all of this shit…lol

When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF

When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead

This gets better every time I see it. 

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Being in a dead fandom…

Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one

The accuracy hurts.

Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.

When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.

Being in a fandom meant for kids.

This just gets better..

I feel like I can connect to all of these

Being in a fandom where you don’t know the primary language but you hitch a ride on the dub/adaptation:

HAHAHAH I can’t and won’t bother to add to this because it’s so good on its own.

Aloy: Why are we here again? We just took out this bandit camp yesterday. 

Nil: I forgot my flask.

Aloy: You forgot your flask? 

Nil: Yes. My Scrappersap flask.

Aloy: …Your Scrappersap flask. The one that’s a royal heirloom made of gold. Your forgot it here.

Nil: Yes. Nobody better have touched it. It was three-quarters full.

Aloy: This is why you can’t have nice things.

“You’ve been walking on the edge of life and death. I can tell.” Suddenly Nil reached towards her and cupped the right side of her neck in one large palm, then ran his thumb over the scar on her neck left by Helis.

Aloy’s breath suddenly caught in her throat at the heat of his hand on her skin. A shiver of unfamiliar warmth ran over her body and pooled in her belly, then lower, in her feminine core.

Nil spoke, and his voice was low, deep, and intimate. “Now this scar… That’s a true sign of victory. A neat dance at death’s edge, a bloody scrabble to stay alive, like a fingertip along the edge of a knife.” He looked so hungry that goosebumps rose on Aloy’s arms, and she couldn’t decide if it was a good feeling or a bad one. She frowned and folded her arms, then stepped back just out of his reach, ignoring the tingling warmth that suffused her body.

“This scar isn’t victorious,” she said quietly. “It’s a reminder of terrible things that I had to live through.”

Nil tilted his head quizzically. “But you’re still standing. That’s a victory in itself. Isn’t this a thing to savour, if it’s a trial you’ve overcome?”

Aloy was quiet. She could see his point, and she was mildly surprised by his sudden insightfulness. But the pain of Rost’s passing was still too sharp. “Not yet,” she said finally. “Maybe someday.”

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“I’m here, I’m here!” Aloy panted as she slid into the grass beside Nil.

“Suntress. Nice of you to show up,” Nil drawled. He’d been lying flat on his stomach in the grass, his chin rested on his folded arms, but he slowly rose to a crouching position at Aloy’s appearance.

“Sorry for the delay. Sawtooths to override, Behemoths to kill, you know how it is. Ready?” She started to sneak quietly towards the camp.

Nil sighed loudly as he started to follow her. Aloy frowned at him. “What?”

“We do every bandit camp this way,” Nil complained. “Don’t you want a little variety? Even the taste of death becomes wearisome if you always serve it the same way.”

Aloy bristled. “You might want to remember that we’ve disassembled every bandit camp so far without a scratch on either of us,” she told him with a pointed look at his now-healed chest.

Nil didn’t rise to the bait; instead, he sighed again. “Yes yes, you’re an excellent thief, stealing the breath from their lungs and the beat from their hearts. But you never squeeze the fear from their eyes. You leave them sodden like an old wineskin left too long.” He gave her a reproachful look. “You ought to savour it.”

Aloy glared at him. She’d rushed here from Sunstone Rock to meet him, and now he was going to complain? “Fine. Then you lead the way this time,” she said testily… and immediately regretted it when his eyes lit up like an exploded canister of blaze.

“Excellent. Let’s go,” he said, then stood upright and began walking confidently towards the camp.

What in the name of the All-Mother’s left tit is he thinking? Aloy thought, pelting after him as quickly as she could while still crouching in the long grass. But as she reached Nil’s side, he hauled her up with a hand on her arm, then tugged one of her braids teasingly. “You follow my lead his time, remember?”

Aloy swatted his hand away, trying to ignore the buzzy feeling in her chest at his teasing tug of her braid. “Nil, don’t be stupid. This camp is huge. And there’s an escaped Tenakth warrior inside.” Suddenly, it occurred to her that maybe Nil knew her. “When you were at Sunstone Rock, did you know a prisoner named Ullia?”

Nil looked at Aloy quickly, a look of unguarded startelement in his eyes. Then he smirked. “Yes. She’s crazy.”

Aloy couldn’t help it. She laughed. Nil the obsessive bandit-killer was calling someone else crazy? “Well, she’s in there. You really want to go up against a notorious, murderous ex-prisoner head-on?”

Nil frowned quizzically at her. “Don’t you know me at all? Of course I do. After all, that’s what she’ll be going up against as well.” He shot her one last cocky, bloodthirsty grin, then ran off towards the camp, his bow already in his hands and half-cocked.

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“I waited for you,” Nil said with a yawn. He scratched the back of his head sleepily as though he’d been napping. “Time passing pulls the anticipation tight as wire.” He smiled, and his eyes glittered like shards of metal and ice. “How many has it been now?”

Aloy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t keep count, Nil.”

“Don’t keep count?” Nil gave a huge exasperated sigh and stared at her like she was a disobedient child. “Sometimes I just don’t get you. Are you like us, or a little different?”

Aloy bit the inside of her cheek to stop from smiling. Imagine Nil, of all people, accusing her of being different! “Hopefully a little different,” she retorted with a graceful lift of one eyebrow.

Nil gave her a skeptical look. “Hmm, if that’s what you’re going to tell yourself. Shall we get started?”

Aloy nodded, then frowned at him. He’d winced suddenly and shrugged his left arm as though it had a kink. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Come now, we’re wasting time,” he said eagerly. Too eagerly.

“Nil. Are you hurt?” Aloy placed a stern hand on his left shoulder to stop him, but he shied away from her touch defensively.

“Just my pride,” he quipped with a pained smile. Then finally he pulled back the left side of his vest to reveal three long, shallow, angry-looking scratches along his left pec. The skin around the scratches was red and inflamed-looking, and the scratches were weeping serum.

Aloy’s eyes widened. “Nil, you lunkhead! Why didn’t you bandage these?”

He shrugged. “Suntress, it’s but a scratch. I’ve seen far worse. I’ve given far worse.”

Aloy sighed loudly. “That’s not the point. It could be infected. How did this happen?” she demanded as she thrust some salvebrush berries into his hand and started crushing hintergold leaves, as she has done the last time he was wounded. She had never known him to get this kind of injury when fighting bandits before.

“I hunted a Sawtooth. It wasn’t a particularly clean kill,” he admitted grudgingly.

Aloy gaped at him in surprise and confusion. “You hunted a machine? Why?”

“You know, I’m not sure,” he mused. “When you hunted that Stormbird, I felt… something. An unusual thrill. I had hoped to capture that again if I hunted a machine.” His eyes slid to her face, and his expression was thoughtful. “It wasn’t the same without you.”

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