The Inner Workings of a Chibi.
Headcanon: a poem about fandom

You know that fandom?

Not that fandom, that fandom.

You know the one.

The one that you see on your dash.

And you like it, and you give a tiny smile.

Not because you’re still in that fandom.

But because you remember when you were still in that fandom.

And you smile, maybe giggle softly, because you remember all of the feels this fandom gave you.

You remember the laughs, the smiles, the tears.

You remember the characters and the story arcs.

You remember it all.

Then, as you look at the image longer, you get a sudden caress of depression.

Because you remember all of these things and you wonder, “Why am I not in this fandom anymore?”

Then you start to remember the dark times.

The things that made you leave the fandom.

Was the plot too long?  Too drawn out?  Was there no end in sight when it should’ve ended one hundred and twenty seven episodes ago?

Were the characters suddenly boring?  Or were they simply forgotten, left behind in the memories of what was once a great series.

Was there a cop out in the end that made you suddenly hate everything you had spent hours and hours of watching?  Was the conclusion out of nowhere?  Was it too simple?  Was there no conclusion at all?

Did it get too confusing?  For the sake of being confusing?  Deeper meanings lost in a jarring mess of a plot?

You remember these things, and you frown at the picture on your dash, frown at that little heart in the corner.

You debate un-liking it.

But you can’t.

Because this picture reminds you of the days when you loved this fandom.  When you fanarted this fandom.  When you fanficed this fandom.  When you posted something everyday, or bought everything you could online or at a convention.  Perhaps, you even cosplayed from this fandom?  Created OTP memories with other cosplayers?  

You did this fandom, and you did it well.

And you smile, sadly, and whisper, “Farewell,” into the wind as you continue to scroll away.

Notes:  Because everyone has a fandom like this, and this came to mind when I saw a Naruto picture on my dash.  Oh how I fandomed that fandom, I think my – what are they called? – SasuNaru fics are still online somewhere.  Now, when I see pictures, that sad smile spreads across my lips because… I no longer fandom that fandom, and there’s a sad pang in my heart when I realize that.  I wonder, “Will I ever go back?”  Then, as my friend tells me about current manga chapters I realize… there is no going back for me (except I am curious about how it will end, if it ends… at some point)

This was just a silly thing before work, carry on everyone  ^^

Me when my family fights about something silly:  Sigh, that’s my family for you  *shakes head with a wry smile*  It’ll be o.k., though, no need to worry.

Me when my fandom fights:  omgomgomg no no no no no no stop it please just stop please please my feelings are all over the floor please stop it guys!  *cries a million tears as if the fandom is going to break apart forever*

My Persona 4 tag in a nutshell

Or why every fandom hurts… sometimes.  Yes, said in that “Everybody hurts” song melody.

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