Fandom Love

In all glory of the internet, there come multitudes of sub topics. Troll memes, Grammar Nazis, Flash Popularities, and the inevitable Fandoms.



A very accurate description of what a fandom is.



There are billions of things that could be a result of a fandom. The Youtube Fandom, Dan & Phil Fandom, Supernatural Fandom, Bronies & Pegasister Fandoms, Doctor Who Fandom, and even fandoms for relationships.

An example of a really, really, REALLYYYYY, good example of a fandom is The Klu Klux Klan. They are superficial racists right? But that's their own fandom. A fandom can be basically anything, a belief, a person, a movie, a book, a relationship.

Fandoms have taken over the internet.



My heart hurts, biggest pokemon collection.



And dare I say, that fandoms have taken over real life as well.

THE FANDOM IS THE ONLY LIFE WE LIVE

Yes, our hearts are so empty, that we fill that void with the things and people. Fandoms are the gifts that keep giving. And when a fandom does end...

rip MCR

You can be assured that many tears are shed, many tissues being sneezed in, and many years pass by without hearing from the creators of the fandom.

It takes a lot of dedication to stay loyal to a SINGLE fandom. Those who are fandom hoppers cannot be trusted by any means.

I mean, how does your heart have enough love for 15 different fandoms? THAT IS MERELY IMPOSSIBLE I TELL YOU.

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Anyways, that's the basic knowledge anyone entering a fandom should know.

MY TURNNNNN!!!

I show my heart mostly to the anime fandom. Yes, I know earlier I stated that no one has enough love for all fandoms. But there is a loophole. You dedicate your heart to one fandom, and whenever one of the less active fandoms suddenly start to act up, you show interest.

Ah, Tamaki.

Which is how I felt after the long hiatus (not really) of Panic! At The Disco, ended. The dry era of music had suddenly rained and caused a tsunami of feels as I listened to La Devotee for the first time. I had died when listening to Death of a Bachelor, and I felt enlightened when I heard Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time.

I had dropped everything and listened to the album over 50 times during the day. The week the album dropped, I had merely left the real world and began my road to enlightenment. Oh how glorious was the music video for Death of a Bachelor. My fingers were shaking and I was sobbing like a crazy cat lady after watching a soap opera.

That was a glorious time.

Then after I had listened to the album, over and over, 261 times, I had moved on to Doctor Who.

Me

Oh the wrinkly and warming smile of Peter Capaldi had welcomed me back to the world of time travelling doctors. I was in nirvana as I watched the whole Christmas marathon. 2 weeks nonstop of Doctor Who, season 7 to 9 had shown. My eyes barely left the screen. My heart levels had dropped dangerously low due to lack of activity. I was in awe after the Christmas Episode. I was in tears yet again. Then  I went and watched the 50th anniversary movie. Oh how fun.

I went back online to stream all the episodes I had missed. Where Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi, and David Tennant all appeared in one episode. Oh my. My heart raced, my screams were louder than ever. Needless to say, I had no life during Christmas vacation.

But I have to continue on, to my favorite fandom. The one I have been with since my miracle one day. I had been channel surfing and my eyes had stopped on The Walking Dead. I remember my first episode quite clearly. Glenn Rhee (my favorite !!!!!) had been sent down to a well where a "walker" had accidentally fallen in. In order to protect their water supply, Glenn had to go down the well, and kill the bloody thing. At the time, the zombie had a striking resemblance to a baby sumo wrestler.

Shiver.

I was terrified. But I was hooked. Because of this episode, I have a different Sunday ritual. After going to church, I would stay at home Sunday night and wait the arrival of the new weekly episodes. I would pop two bags of popcorn, close all the lights, holler to my family, and cuddle up in a warm blanket (specially thrown into the dryer for warming effect).

Since this episode, Glenn had been in multiple death defying scenes. And he had become the cause of the many tears shed during season 6.

Oh my heart had failed when Glen had gone "dumpster diving".

OHHHH MY HEART

I had literally screamed. My heart failed me. My face was covered in tears, my nose was running faster than Usuain Bolt. My heart could not keep up with the terrifying scenes that Glenn/Steven had to go through.

I had said that if he has died, I would not be watching the series ever again. But fortunately a few episodes after, and Glenn had survived.

I was crying again, but this time, was happy tears. The Walking Dead family was whole, and the Walking Dead fandom could stop crying.

Anyways, my feels are coming back, and I'm crying all over my keyboard. So goodbye, have fun, cry a little. New Walking Dead episode tomorrow.

 Glenn dies? We die with him!

Goodbye, until next time!

What I Believe In (LGBT version)

Now before you immediately throw me at the wall, remember what I said in the blog before !!! OPINIONS ARE ALL FALSE! (to an extent at least.) Therefore I apologize in advance to any who decide to troll me and start an argument. I firmly believe in, what I believe in. Therefore you have no say in my beliefs. The only thing you may do, is to gently try to persuade me. Which will turn into a fruitless effort, so don't bother. (I'm extremely stubborn.)

 

 

 

My heart hurts ;-;

Well first thing off, I'm a Christian. I believe in God, miracles, and the Bible. Everyone has their own beliefs, and that is mine.

Reading that, you may think that I am an all out Christian who shuns all gays and lesbians and people who feel they are of different gender from their biological sex.

But not really, I am open minded, and no matter how much it might be a sin. I'm pansexual. You might as well label me bisexual. But I really just want to be in love with a person for who there are and not what they are. I want someone who is happy with whoever they are happy with. Because in the end, isn't love supposed to be all accepting.

My parents are real superficial Christians. They have it out for everyone who isn't "moral" and I find it to be extremely irritating. I can respect the fact, that they do not care about people who aren't "sexually correct". But they make a fuss out of everyone who is different.

For example, I have a friend named Maximilion. Who used to identify by birthname Flora, and identified at birth, as a female. But since 2015, the end of the year, Max had gotten his first testosterone shot, starting his wonderful transition to male.

My feelings when I had heard the news

I was extravagant when I had been told by a very eccentric Max. I was super happy for him, because he has been pushing through for the past 3 years. He had stated to me that he was "scared, because what will people think?"

And the only thing I thought of, was "All I know is that, people will see you smile bigger and brighter than you had before."

Officially, Max had been my friend since the 4th grade, making him my longest existing friend. And I couldn't be more proud of him.

But of course....

All good things came to an end. I had came home after that school day, and excitedly explained everything to my parents. They acted like I was saying the most delusional thing ever. They had immediately rejected Max from their lives. I've actually been forbidden to have him anywhere near my household, which was really irritating considering our long friendship. Because of this, our friendship failed to an extent over the next year. I'm sad, but I'm really happy for him !!!

Well that's it for now. I'm tired and in class after midterms. So bye.

Happy funny story, ends up being sad depressing story ending.

Get To Know Me

Hellooooo! I am going to state some facts, and stuff about me, including very general things, and very "un-general" things.

I understand I have different opinions, and that many will or will not agree with me. But truthfully I have a very open mind. I believe in the fact that since almost everything that a person speaks, writes, types, and/or thinks are opinions. Therefore, almost everything that anyone speaks, writes, types, and thinks are wronggg.

I am wrong, you are wrong, your mother is wrong, Trump is wrong, Bin Laden was wrong. Heck, everyone is wrong ok. So opinions are just based on beliefs and what you think.

Enough about that, let's get onto the facts.

Hi again, my name is ______ ______! I am a 14 year old Filipino and I reside in California. I'm currently tackling my first year of high school, and opposed to all the shojo manga, and the cliché movies I've watched, high school is pretty mellow.

I have two younger sisters, and a mother and father. I'm the oldest and it's kind of tough for me. But it turns out to be rewarding when at the end of the day, my sisters come to me for advice on life. Which sure is nice, but sometimes my advice don't turn out good. But oh well!

Well um that covers the family portion. Next should be my interests!







Which is accurately represented in this wonderful gif.



Just kidding, I'm more deep than that. But yes, I do hold a huge amount of love for animals. Sadly though, I do not own any animals for my own. (Unless you count my youngest sister, which I don't).

I also love math, reading, music, shojo manga, and eating.

Math is one of the universal things in the world that will never change. It's also like science, which is all about formulas, theories, and doubting yourself in the end even though the answer was correct. I have a love for math, somehow the frustrating equations cause a mixture of joy and peace within my very soul. Math although it has helped me with my anger, is my last resort.

I absolutely adore reading. I love reading comedies, but it hardly comes without a bit of romance as a side factor. I appreciate the written word, in exchange for the techbooks. I would much rather smell and hold the paper in my hands, than to be staring at the screen for 10 hours unmoving. Something about holding a book in my hands gives me a sense of euphoria, along with a total disregard to personal hygiene, (major bookworms understand what I mean).

MUSICCCC!!!! I engorge myself in new music everyday. I jump from artist to artist, band to band, musician to musician, on a daily basis. The unlimited world of music has lured me into their loving arms, and I have no desire to return to normality of having no music blaring into my ears 24/7. I love how the music can change, or compliment the mood I feel during that day, or hour, or even during that single moment. There is literally music to convey everyday emotions.

Now, is shojo manga !!! Oh my, this is like my love for music, but to the extent of being a crazy otaku who actually thinks these fictional characters are real. (No, I know that the Hitachiin twins from Ouran High School Host Club will only appear on page and on screen in animated form. The cosplays are really poor :() But anyways, yes, I love shojo. I love fairytales coming true. When I was introduced to the manga, Kitchen Princess, I read it two times over, and cried for 4 days. I love when everything goes right, and I love the obstacles that the protagonists had to go through in order to achieve trueeee love. I'm a sucker for love stories ;-;.

Sum up shojo manga.

Oh, it is now time for the food section of this blog entry. First of all, I cook my own food. And no, junk food, chips, fries, burgers, milkshakes, pizza, are not real food to me, unless I cook it myself. Or if I'm really lazy, it comes to a burning point where I have to indulge in the nearest burger within my area. I can cook traditional Filipino foods really easily. Lumpia, which is a staple in my family. Pancit and spaghetti prepared for special celebrations.

Dinuguan, (dee-noo-goo-ahn) which, as gross as the ingredients are, is really amazing with lots of texture. (Ingredients, curated pig blood, and random pig meat :))) ). This is also referred to commonly as "Chocolate Meat". Gross.

Next, I'll take a little bit more of your time, and talk about my personality, and talents, and special "things".

I'm very kind, well at least I have a theory for why everyone should be gentle with everyone. The main reason I tend to be on my best with everyone, is because I want them to be happy. I never know what that person is going through, but I know that whenever I see someone smile at me, I instantly feel like smiling back. I want to be able to make people who are unhappy or upset, smile, even if it's just going to last five seconds. I get happy when I see people happy, basically.

Although I'm nice, sometimes I fear I'm too nice to the ones I really care about. Like in SpongeBob, I see myself as extremely loyal, and willing to do anything for these people. I lust for their happiness. I guess you could say that I feed off of their happiness. Sad face.

I'm also smart enough to be honorably mentioned with 19 other students in a district wide party celebrating academic achievements to the highest extent. It was fun, we got to go to Six Flags. I made "friendly" with a couple of them so as to not be lonely. It was elementary school for 8th grade, so there's a ton of competition for high school anyways. Plus the hours are longer, studying becomes harder, friends become distant and everything changes. And change is not something you can learn from a book. So while I may be able to state every single country in alphabetical order, I may not know what to do when someone decides to kill themselves.


Yep, I've been a victim to depression. And I've seen what mental disabilities, anxiety disorders and personal afflictions can do to people. It's a sad thing, when someone thinks that they would be better off dead. On multiple occasions I have played different scenarios on how to kill myself. And every time I do, I just force the image out of my head, because I know that emotions change. The next day is a brand new day, with brand new emotions. It's better to realize what you feel at that moment than to be confused. Confront your emotions, and let them flow out through you. It's better to cry out every night, than to bottle it up for months, and then let it all blow up. I know from experience that when you find out how to mediate your feelings, you will become so happy and proud of yourself, it's like being reborn as an infant. Everything becomes clear, and you'll be able to show people your wonderful smile. And the next time you cry, those tears will be burning with happiness.


On that inspiring note, I hope no one out there feels what I have felt before. I know many people hide themselves away for fear of being caught and criticized. Love you all!

See you soon !! :)



First Day at the Job, Explaining the Faults of Other Sites

Hello future people whose lives consist on the intricate weavings of the web known as the internet. I welcome you to a blog that is well, "vaguely interesting".

This would be considered a life blog, where I document and input commentary of my life, and those of others. I've been lacking something in my life where I could speak out onto the world without being dismayed and subjected to public humiliation. Then I thought, what better way to do so, than to look towards the world of internet trolls, feminists, Grammar Nazis, and the occasional "fuckboy".

THE INTERNET

Yes I know I could have just went to Tumblr, or to Instagram, or Wattpad, or even go back eras to reclaim the Facebook world. Yea, whatever. I've been on those sites for far too long, and they never captured the total essence of being true to yourself.

Basically the intentions of half of the human race who have

access onto the internet. But not me :)

Tumblr was my favorite, where I could connect myself with others who share common interests, but it wasn't enough. Soon I became sick and tired of the whole, "LGBT and Proud" phase that everyone went through. It became disgustingly overwhelmed with people claiming a sexuality or identity. They had claimed to be gay as easily it is for someone to buy a pack of gum. Genders and sexualities, preferences and identities were being tossed out onto the media for the mere idea of supporting the LGBT community, or to simply "fit in" with the "out" crowd.

Don't even get me started on the whole epidemic of "Why isn't there a White Straight American day?" Um, excuse me you idiotic excuse of a piss bucket, but I'm very preeettttttty sure that "White Straight American day" is every day.

Ah, memories of the once glorious era of Instagram comes to mind as I rethink the last two years of my life. I had accumulated over 50 thousand by the time I had moved on and removed myself from the industry. I had made some friends, and quite a few had managed to even snag my heart and remained friends with me to this very day. Some from the start, and others had trickled in like melting icicles into my life. But even with friendly interface, and a wonderful community, a huge aspect of Instagram that made me turn away, was the bullying.

Now you're wondering, "Bullying? But there's a report feature for that right?" The clear answer is yes, very obviously, there is something called reporting. But with the very expansive nature of Instagram, several things may go under the nose of the people who control what happens on Instagram.

The one instance I experienced was this whole situation of animal cruelty and abuse, under the profile of a person with the name Mr. Smiley. They had continuously posted unwanted photos of animals, big and small, being treated with an abusive nature.

One post, the only one I had seen, was a video of a hamster, or guinea pig. It had started with the poor animal inside a pot, with what seemed like oil-coated fur. The animal was scrambling around while the person behind was laughing. He had turned on the burner, and the animal had caught on fire. The cruel crying and screaming animal combined with the scurrying around the pot had been the most horrid thing I had watched within 5 seconds.

After that, the account was deleted within record time of somewhere clear of 30 minutes. I was relieved, but I was discouraged at how many copies of the account were made. I had given up on Instagram and Mr. Smiley's account that day, and I continued on my journey to another site where I could speak out.

Wattpad, was my refuge, my saving place, the one beacon of hope where I could let my writing skills and creativity flow with other young and old writers and readers. I loved this place and I had no problem with the site. Many had come to me for writing help, and I'll be glad to say that I was able to guide creative writers on the path to become authors of their own stories.

I would say the only problem that I had come across on Wattpad, was my own ego. Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Humans have been programmed to seek accomplishment, and the euphoria that comes with being noticed and praised for hard work. I was not getting the amount of attention I had been getting on previous sites and apps. I had searched online and began to go crazy why my stories had not exploded within the first day of being published. I was tearing through forums and comments to find out how to become "moderately noticed". In a moment of loss, I had given up. I had realized my story on the average teenage love was no match for the remixes of fanfiction x smut. My writing skills were too, "old fashioned" to please such young audiences that contained the same amount of lust that were found in prepubescent females and males.

I had no need to write smut, or to even read. I was welcome to continue with my tragic love story, but what use was it, if I had no readers telling me how to compose the story. A story would not be a story without any readers, so I had decided to leave it untouched, and moved onto a different sight. My head hung low, my tail between my legs, I had finally found my new love.

Blogger!

I had stumbled onto this site with the loss of three great websites burdened onto my back. I was a pack mule entering the last stage before death. I am determined to settle into this website and make myself a home within it. This site would be the nest of all my rage, discomfort, doubt, and occasionally happiness. I plan to stay here for a while and to entertain however many people decide to read and relate with my personality.

For now, goodbye. I plan to write at least 2 times a week, about very vague topics. I feel it's better to write about whatever your mind lets you, than to force creativity to my fingertips, only to produce handiwork that is much less valuable to me

Bless your day with Leo giving you a
well deserved farewell for being
able to stomach my writing.