Ahahahah speaking of Steve/stoicism OTP. Somehow I wound up writing more recovery!fic trash porn and it is literally about Steve Rogers getting off on being a stoic bastard. And also about how, if given the choice between ‘therapist’ and ‘adventure-seeking partner in crime,’ canon has already told us which one Sam Wilson will pick.
if we rope one more person into using it, we can make it a canonical AO3 tag!
OTP: Steve/ Stoicism We can make this happen. (I love canonizing tags - it makes me feel so important!) Any takers?
Posting the HTMs has stalled because I keep going back and forth about how to warn/ tag them. Trash party,for sure, but beyond that.. I don’t want to disappoint anyone looking for porn when all I have to provide is cute but menacing tentacle monsters..
Come on, guys. Steve/Stoicism OTP. You have the power to make it happen.
I think tumblr has left a lot of us emotionally stunted. This is a great community for empowerment, catharsis, or coping, but those things aren’t recovery in and of themselves. Comparatively, they’re easy when compared to the painful self-reflection and real-world scenarios you’ll have to encounter on the road to true recovery. Not only does Tumblr not focus enough on recovery, but there’s almost a disdain here for the very notion.
There’s a lot of time spent validating everything. “Your symptoms are valid! Your responses are valid! Your depression is valid! Your coping is valid!” Well, yeah, all that stuff is definitely valid, and understanding that is important step in recovery, but it’s certainly not the final step. All that stuff is valid in the same way a baby chewing on a teething ring is valid, and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about if your recovery is still in its infancy, but Tumblr almost encourages you to stay there, to never grow out of it.
There’s a difference between what’s valid and what’s healthy, what’s best for you. I recently saw a post that validated people who stay in their room all day. Is that a valid response to anxiety? Sure. Is it a healthy response? Hell no, and there isn’t a person on Earth who can convincingly make the argument that the best thing you can do for your anxiety is to never leave your room.
Or how about those “how to care for a _________” posts? They’ve got some great tips there, and a lot of what they say is true, but you cannot reasonably expect people to coddle your issues, insecurities, or self-perceived inadequacies. Your recovery has to come from you. It has to be a difficult decision you make with yourself and carry through with because you need it. Your recovery can’t come from hoping other people will validate you.
No one should be ashamed of where they are in their recovery process, but there’s also no reason why you should be in the same place with your issues as you were in 2010.
Your final goal is not validation. It isn’t empowerment. It isn’t finding a way to get through the day. It isn’t being comfortable with your problems, nor is it accepting that they’ll never go away. The final goal is health. The final goal is happiness. The final goal is contentment. The final goal is recovery.
Oof, the phantom cramps are starting and I inexplicably started tearing up watching an episode of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, of all things…
…good thing today’s grocery run included all the ingredients I’ll need to make fucking boss cookies and cream cupcakes with chocolate peppermint frosting.
[fellow trashbaby] theres always more layers to the trash
[fellow trashbaby] just when you think you’ve hit the floor
[marianne] a trapdoor opens and you fall down the garbage chute
[marianne] i feel like there’s an oompa-loompa song in here somewhere
So then of course the Veruca Salt parody HAD to happen.
Now with an AO3 version that you should totally go read, because I finally came up with my own version of the list o’ trash. And it features couplets such as “Two fingers’ worth of milk gone noxious / A throne of empty fruit-pie boxes.”
There are NEW VERSES that reference REAL LIFE TRASH GIFTS GIVEN AT THE MEME DUMPSTER!!
I continue to love this poem and all its meta trash goodness. Here are some sketches I am working on…
omg omg omg there is fanart of my stupid trash poetry <333
"what are you reading?"
"its a…online book."
"oh cool, what’s it about?"
I love that everyone just knows
"what are you writing?"
"oh cool, what’s it about?"
"can i read it?"
Yeah. Prettttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttty much.
I had this exact awkward conversation with cousins at a family gathering last weekend (“uh… creative writing projects… working on something longer and plottier as opposed to just
porn character studies… taking some inspiration from the comics I’ve been reading, the four- to six-issue storyline format is actually great for structuring a medium-length piece…”)
And then. Cousin #1 straight-up asks: “So, do you write any fanfiction?”
After I finished shitting a brick and went “Um, yeah, actually!”, Cousin #2, who is working on a YA novel, cut in:
"So wait, what do you know about that community? Because that’s exactly the audience I’m aiming for, and I figure if I can write the kind of books that get people invested enough to start writing fanfiction about them, not only will it help my book sales, I’ll be raking it in hand over fist if I can come up with merchandise that fans actually want…”
Because Cousin #2 is a smart lady who has no inside knowledge of fic-writing fandom, but understands the “offer me things I actually want, then shut up and take my money” principle perfectly.
So. If anyone knows a good beta in a YA fandom who would be willing to go over a novel that apparently involves dragons, female coming-of-age stories, badass falconry, and a fantasy culture heavily based on Central Asian nomadic societies, hit me the fuck up. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: help make this book into delicious, delicious fandom catnip.
Someone who has zero interest in anything fandom-related nevertheless sent me a link to this:
We all love things that other people think are garbage. You have to have the courage to keep loving your garbage, because what makes us unique is the diversity and breadth of our influences, the unique ways in which we mix up the parts of culture others have deemed “high” and the “low.”
When you find things you genuinely enjoy, don’t let anyone else make you feel bad about it. Don’t feel guilty about the pleasure you take in the things you enjoy. Celebrate them.
Corollary to “look for the treasure in your trash”: look for the trash in all the great culturally-approved treasure and I guarantee it will be more fun. Balzac and Dumas were writing the 1840s equivalent of trashy TV serials, and their French Romantic cohort were a bunch of fucking nerds who wrote RPF about each other and went to opening nights in elaborate cosplay. Medieval romances were basically fanfiction that endlessly remixed a shared universe of tropes and stock stories. I’m not even gonna say the thing about Saint Sebastian because if you’ve been reading this blog at all you already know. Trash can be treasure, and most treasure is only worth treasuring because it’s full of absolute fucking trash.