Liking a WIP fic is a strange thing because when it’s still a WIP you are so impatient and keep waiting for the next chapter, because you WANT TO KNOW THE WHOLE STORY (Goddamit!)
…And then, one day, the author finally finishes his or her fic and you realize you didn’t really want it to happen and there will be no next chapter and you just want to sit in the corner and cry and you wish that “What’s wrong with those updates?” text went back to its WIP status…
when does hibernation start because I am 100% participating in that
…I’ve just imagined a reality where humans do hibernate and the fandom in a world like this, with people wishing each other a good sleep and Sherlock Holmes/Doctor Who/X-Men/Avengers/etc dreams, wondering who would be the first person to wake up next year, making the bets, writing thousands hibernation-related fanfics etc.
And then imagine waking up at the beginning of summer, rubbing your eyes, turning your computer on and starting typing about all those awesome dreams you had and wow, they’re almost like whole stories!
So last night I had that dream about the world where being a part of the fandom was considered by everyone as something special, great. People were actively trying to be in any fandom - because taking part in it (whether by writing, drawing or commenting) was considered a valuable social skill some people are simply ‘given’ - and so many more have to learn or fake or would never achieve. People belonging to fandoms had a special clothing code, with one widely recognisable sign: a long, scarf, usually made from a silk or other thin fabric. People who were devoted to one particular fandom had colourful scarves; others, who took part in more than one, or often swtiched the fandoms were wearing black ones. Those who were respected, widely known in the fandom for their achievements had scarves with silver lines embroidered on the edges (the more and the thicker lines on the scarves people had, the more they had done for their fandoms).
In my dream world people from the fandom were a kind of… quiet celebrities. You saw a person wearing a scarf now and then and paid attention to its colour and number of lines (most of times there weren’t any; but if you were a part of the fandom yourself, you’d still feel better seeing a person sharing your passion).
Sometimes you saw a person whose scarves’ edges were full of lines and you felt that tremendous respect and happiness…