It's snowing again! day 2
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chanter1944Fandom snowflake challenge, day 2. :)
In your own space, share a favorite memory about fandom: the first time you got into fandom, the last time a fanwork touched your heart, crazy times with fellow fans (whether on-line or off-line), a lovely comment you’ve received or have left for someone.
Oh goodness, where do I even start?
Twelve-year-old me making, and receiving, long distance phone calls to and from far away Madison, the better to squee and flail and proto-roleplay about Space Cases with a few friends I'd made through unrelated means. Oh, the horrible Mary Sue characters we made up! Oh, the clumsy self-inserts! Oh, the iffy plot ideas we batted around! Oh, how we all giggled over Radu. Oh, the way little me worried over an injured Commander Goddard while he was in that healing chamber... And if it was just me among that small group of friends who had star eyes for him, at least the others didn't laugh. That meant so much to my lonely, misfit self.
As a tween, meeting someone who'd become a dear friend, and breaking the ice with a fannish conversation of a Trek nature.
Me: You know, Scotty once called Excelsior--"
Both of us, in chorus, and followed by giggles: A big bucket of bolts.
We got along from that day forward, as I was fairly certain we would after that point, and we're still close, twenty+ years later.
Half a dozen of us, including that dear friend of above, all rooming at and attending the same school and following Deep Space 9 religiously from week to week throughout its final season. We'd watch till the end, 10 PM on Tuesday nights, then I'd *sprint* back to my dorm in a desperate attempt to make curfew. Pretty sure I made it every time but one, too.
The various and sundry marvelous charity auctions that I've seen, participated in or both over the years, from help_Haiti and help_Pakistan to![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomlovespuertorico. The way fannish communities consistently rise up will never not leave me awed.
Nearly all (and I say nearly all, because there are certain scenes that I regret to this day) my experiences over seven+ years with Pern MU*s. I can't choose just one moment connected to that fandom. I'll put it this way: If it weren't for Pern MU* fandom spaces, I would probably still be frantically convincing myself I was allosexual heterosexual. I *know* I'd be minus a number of amazing friends, and yes, Jae, I now know that Long Island is not part of New York City. :) Jazzy, I will never hear the Jaws theme without at least smiling, if not full-out giggling. The sisterhood, Jaeni, Juniper, Rajazad and Alina. X'riel, Leeania, I still worry about you two. Where are you both? Xirri had a known heart condition and Lee was talking about surrogacy (offering, not seeking), and then they each vanished. I'm afraid, to this day, that something horrible happened to both of them. Shasta, who was also Khysta and Tasayli, I owe you so much. Your son must be in grade school by now. Chamynda, Cammy, I owe you at least a phone call to balance the international call you made to me while in college. Zora, Sitesh, Delaney, Lishani... I could go on and on. B'asil, who was O'wyn, the night we spent RPing midway through the time jump to the tenth Pass, where Kirienth and your bronze - not Baeth, but what was his name? - were communicating in vivid imagery about why Lina swore she would never become a dragonhealer, which had every single thing to do with my own queasiness over a log I'd read, but you didn't OOCly know that, though I may have let a few hints slip just by the content of my play... and then Li *did* eventually end up daring and becoming a DHL. I will never forget that night, and I continue to wish I had that log. Tirya and C'ryn, whose players reconnected after knowing each other elsemu*, and ended up OOCly getting married! Jantyr, the scene you, Reye, and my Lorany had was ridiculous amounts of fun for sheer silly mutual wordplay! There's a reason I titled that log 'Some Enchanted Evening'. I'sai, you are one of the most phenomenally lyrical writers I have ever seen, and to this day, I am ashamed of my IC reactions to you. My OOCly fangirling all over your writing is no excuse for my IC reactions being what they were, but it is an explanation for the same. If somehow you end up reading this, I apologize, again.
The academyplot atmilliways_bar blowing my socks off so thoroughly that I stayed up two nights running, while attending college classes by day, to read it straight through. I wound up apping my much-beloved, still-played character because of that plot. All the nights spent RPing with ceitfianna while she was on New Zealand time, and Fi, we should do more of that! Sariel and Leela Sevateem fighting a Hellboy who was under evil influence and not himself at all, Leela being her wonderful warrior best and Sariel really letting the military side of Starfleet training, and her own nature, show through. The trip to Blazkowicz's 1946, the lead-up to same, and the headcanon I still have for that trip that Sariel was wearing a Free French uniform... Sariel and Gene meeting up after the war had ended in his timeline, her hugging him, all reserve gone, him swinging her around, and their yakking up a storm in different but reasonably mutually intelligible Kreyol and Kweyol. I still wish we'd been able to thread out their dancing all over his bayou, although a white man and a black woman together in most 1948's would have been iffy at best... Ditto her being temporarily snuck into that world's 1944 like some other characters were - yes I'm looking at you, Nathan and Bill. I know the stupid race thing would've made it a non-starter, and dammit, but I still wish we could've done it.
In your own space, share a favorite memory about fandom: the first time you got into fandom, the last time a fanwork touched your heart, crazy times with fellow fans (whether on-line or off-line), a lovely comment you’ve received or have left for someone.
Oh goodness, where do I even start?
Twelve-year-old me making, and receiving, long distance phone calls to and from far away Madison, the better to squee and flail and proto-roleplay about Space Cases with a few friends I'd made through unrelated means. Oh, the horrible Mary Sue characters we made up! Oh, the clumsy self-inserts! Oh, the iffy plot ideas we batted around! Oh, how we all giggled over Radu. Oh, the way little me worried over an injured Commander Goddard while he was in that healing chamber... And if it was just me among that small group of friends who had star eyes for him, at least the others didn't laugh. That meant so much to my lonely, misfit self.
As a tween, meeting someone who'd become a dear friend, and breaking the ice with a fannish conversation of a Trek nature.
Me: You know, Scotty once called Excelsior--"
Both of us, in chorus, and followed by giggles: A big bucket of bolts.
We got along from that day forward, as I was fairly certain we would after that point, and we're still close, twenty+ years later.
Half a dozen of us, including that dear friend of above, all rooming at and attending the same school and following Deep Space 9 religiously from week to week throughout its final season. We'd watch till the end, 10 PM on Tuesday nights, then I'd *sprint* back to my dorm in a desperate attempt to make curfew. Pretty sure I made it every time but one, too.
The various and sundry marvelous charity auctions that I've seen, participated in or both over the years, from help_Haiti and help_Pakistan to
fandomlovespuertorico. The way fannish communities consistently rise up will never not leave me awed. Nearly all (and I say nearly all, because there are certain scenes that I regret to this day) my experiences over seven+ years with Pern MU*s. I can't choose just one moment connected to that fandom. I'll put it this way: If it weren't for Pern MU* fandom spaces, I would probably still be frantically convincing myself I was allosexual heterosexual. I *know* I'd be minus a number of amazing friends, and yes, Jae, I now know that Long Island is not part of New York City. :) Jazzy, I will never hear the Jaws theme without at least smiling, if not full-out giggling. The sisterhood, Jaeni, Juniper, Rajazad and Alina. X'riel, Leeania, I still worry about you two. Where are you both? Xirri had a known heart condition and Lee was talking about surrogacy (offering, not seeking), and then they each vanished. I'm afraid, to this day, that something horrible happened to both of them. Shasta, who was also Khysta and Tasayli, I owe you so much. Your son must be in grade school by now. Chamynda, Cammy, I owe you at least a phone call to balance the international call you made to me while in college. Zora, Sitesh, Delaney, Lishani... I could go on and on. B'asil, who was O'wyn, the night we spent RPing midway through the time jump to the tenth Pass, where Kirienth and your bronze - not Baeth, but what was his name? - were communicating in vivid imagery about why Lina swore she would never become a dragonhealer, which had every single thing to do with my own queasiness over a log I'd read, but you didn't OOCly know that, though I may have let a few hints slip just by the content of my play... and then Li *did* eventually end up daring and becoming a DHL. I will never forget that night, and I continue to wish I had that log. Tirya and C'ryn, whose players reconnected after knowing each other elsemu*, and ended up OOCly getting married! Jantyr, the scene you, Reye, and my Lorany had was ridiculous amounts of fun for sheer silly mutual wordplay! There's a reason I titled that log 'Some Enchanted Evening'. I'sai, you are one of the most phenomenally lyrical writers I have ever seen, and to this day, I am ashamed of my IC reactions to you. My OOCly fangirling all over your writing is no excuse for my IC reactions being what they were, but it is an explanation for the same. If somehow you end up reading this, I apologize, again.
The academyplot at
milliways_bar blowing my socks off so thoroughly that I stayed up two nights running, while attending college classes by day, to read it straight through. I wound up apping my much-beloved, still-played character because of that plot. All the nights spent RPing with ceitfianna while she was on New Zealand time, and Fi, we should do more of that! Sariel and Leela Sevateem fighting a Hellboy who was under evil influence and not himself at all, Leela being her wonderful warrior best and Sariel really letting the military side of Starfleet training, and her own nature, show through. The trip to Blazkowicz's 1946, the lead-up to same, and the headcanon I still have for that trip that Sariel was wearing a Free French uniform... Sariel and Gene meeting up after the war had ended in his timeline, her hugging him, all reserve gone, him swinging her around, and their yakking up a storm in different but reasonably mutually intelligible Kreyol and Kweyol. I still wish we'd been able to thread out their dancing all over his bayou, although a white man and a black woman together in most 1948's would have been iffy at best... Ditto her being temporarily snuck into that world's 1944 like some other characters were - yes I'm looking at you, Nathan and Bill. I know the stupid race thing would've made it a non-starter, and dammit, but I still wish we could've done it. 
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:52 am (UTC)The last time *fanwork*, i.e. a derivative work, hit the feels was Ysabet's last thread in the Avengers fanfic-epic-saga _Love Is For Children_... just, the gang learning how to be _`ohana_ together...
Then there was the SJ Tucker Muses On The Road tour what blew through here in November like a house on fire. Life. Altering.
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I... can't remember discovering fandom. I remember when I discovered modern SF; spring quarter of my freshman year I finally got into an actual English class (after AP'ing out of Comp) and Foundation's Edge was on the reading list. After that I went and started devouring everything Asimov, then everything related to it... but I can't remember my first con. It was probably Dragon, but I just know that by 1990 I was a regular attendee...
(I can't remember learning to read either. I have memories before I learnt to read, and I have memories of being able to read, but none of being read *to*, of learning letters, just somewhere in the summer of 1970 things made sense. )
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