slightly punk-looking teenager on a cop show: i wont talk. i know my rights
cops behind interrogation room glass: damn. this one teenager won’t cooperate. now we’ll never catch Fuckhands the Baby Murderer. and it’s all because the police doesn’t have absolute authority. this is terrible
grandmas across the world: damn, good point
dude it’s ncis, it’s criminal minds, it’s law and order, it’s csi, svu, the mentalist, castle, bones, I could go on, it’s all the same shit
only valid crime drama is psych because it shows how incompetent the cops really are
I didn’t know what I thought Gundam was about but I wasn’t expecting topics like political assassination, hostile takeover and unethical weapons development
No but in all seriousness, I have no sympathy for you. I didn’t work for years on my writing voice or artwork skills just to cater to your fandom preferences. No one else in your fandom did either. No one owes you artwork that matches your headcanon.
You have three choices if you want fanworks that match your internal vision;
1) learn how to make fanworks yourself (fic, art, cosplay, gifsets, profile pictures, roleplays)
2) commission someone else to make the fanworks you desire with money or trades, or inspire gifted works by hyping up ideas you like/writing prompts and headcanons
3) eat your lovingly pre-prepared fandom food without being rude to the people keeping your fandom alive
art is a skill. its a skill people learn by doing. nobody ever gets good at art by not even trying. when you dont even attempt to make the thing you wanna see made then you resign yourself to being stuck at the whims of other people who DID try.
the other night I had a dream that I was watching a new episode of a TV show I like and my fave male character takes his shirt off and he’s got clearly visible top surgery scars. Absolutely no preamble or foreshadowing in previous episodes that this guy was trans just. there they are. and I was so overwhelmed by emotion that I had to stop the episode and get up and jab my finger at them bc the people watching with me had no idea what I was crying about. for context we do not have a TV, but a school-style projector onto a blank wall. so here’s an artist’s rendition of what it looked like (and how it felt)
I am absolutely obsessed with people in the replies trying to tag Apollo, Greek God of prophecy, in an attempt to make this come true
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