Large fandoms—things like Doctor Who, or Supernatural, or Star Trek, or any superhero comic—tend to have unique and separate sides to them: curative and transformative.

Curative fandom is all about knowledge. It’s about making sure that everything is lined up and in order, knowing how it works, and finding out which one is the best. What is the Doctor Who canon? Who is the best Doctor? How do Weeping Angels work? Etc etc. Curative fandom is p. much the norm on reddit, especially r/gallifrey.

Transformative fandom is about change. Let’s write fic! Let’s make art! Let’s make a fan vid! Let’s cosplay! Let’s somehow change the text. Why is Three easier to ship, while Seven is more difficult? What would happen if ______? Transformative fandom is more or less the norm on tumblr. (And livejournal, and dreamwidth, and fanfiction websites, and…)

Here’s the big thing: there’s a gender split. Find a random male fan, and they’ll probably be in curative fandom. Pick a random transformative fandom-er, and they’ll probably be female. Note that this is phrased in a very particular way—obviously there’s guys who cosplay and write fic, obviously there’s women who don’t. But men tend to be in the curative fandom, while transformative fandom is predominately women—and/or queer people, POC, etc. Why? Because the majority of professionally-made media is catered towards a straight white male demographic, leaving little room for ‘outsiders.’ Outsiders who, if they want to see themselves in media, have to attack it and change it—hence slash fic, hence long essays claiming that Hermione Granger is black, hence canons about trans characters or genderqueer characters.

And then curative/male fandom tends to view most things that transformative/female fandom does with disdain. Why? Because, in their eyes, it devalues canon. Who cares about knowing about Tony Stark’s lovers if somebody’s gonna write a fic where Toni Stark is flying about? Their power is lessened. Scream of the Shalka is unambiguously not canon—but it doesn’t have to be in order for me to read and enjoy a 30k fic where the robotic Master was secretly in the TARDIS during Nine and Ten’s time and they shagged behind the scenes. Canon? No, but who gives a shit?

Also, as transformative fandom tends to be an outsider looking in, they’re much more likely to analyze the work from a queer/PoC/neurodivergent/gender perspective. If I come to /r/gallifrey and start to talk about how ‘In the Forest of the Night’ had a questionable portrayal of mental health/autism, I get blank stare. If I go on tumblr, I get a conversation. This is also where the ‘overreacting, shrieking SJW’ trope plays in, either because of a redditor’s misunderstanding of terms and therefore assuming that a mild critique is a scathing one, or because the tumblr user in question is young/inexperienced and jumping the gun.

So, there you have it: /r/gallifrey’s bashing of reddit is part of a larger split in how men and women tend to enjoy fandom, and a lashing against how fanfiction/related things addresses fandom because it’s not the right “kind” of fandom. And also because tumblr is popular with teenage girls, and there’s nothing reddit loves more than shitting on whatever teenage girls like.

reddit user lordbyonic on the difference between reddit and tumblr fandom

but it also explains WHY fanfic (and the population of people who read it) is largely written by women

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“Just focus on me.”

fastestquickestmutant:

iamthefirechild:

fastestquickestmutant:

“You can’t keep taking on my pain like this when I come back hurt,” he sad sighing softly.

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“Yes, and no. I’m not feeling what you feel when I do this, Petya, I’m only making you not feel it. It’s only the effort that hurts.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.  You’re still hurting to make me feel better.  I can handle this on my own you know.”

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“I don’t want you to handle it on your own. You say that as though you’re forcing me to this.” Her voice was still unnaturally steady.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

They made brief work of the breakfast, though it was effort to keep their hands from one another. When Maire blew back in, therefore, Summer cast an apologetic glance at Isaac. Going to him, she touched his cheek and whispered, “I’ll see you later today, alright?”

“Come on, ducky, it’s time to measure you for the wedding dress.”

Enjoying a breakfast with his beloved seemed like a perfect way to begin the day (after their brief interruptions, of course), but all too soon, it was over and Summer was being ushered away.

“I’ll see you later.” He pressed a quick kiss to her wrist and then sat back in his chair, not entirely sure what he should be doing in her absence. Training seemed like a safe option.

He wasn’t allowed to sit alone for longer than it took to think that thought. The seneschal looked briefly appalled at Isaac’s state of dress, then schooled his face. “Milord, we will need your assistance with the wedding plans. I shall send a manservant to assist you in dressing and escort you to the offices, if you please. Also you have an appointment with the tailor at one candlemark past nooning.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The empath pressed a brief kiss to Isaac’s shoulder. “Quit worrying,” he smiled. “Come in the shower with me, and stop fretting over every little thing.”

“I’m a worrier.” He shrugged and leaned back into the kiss, a wide smile stretching across his lips at the offer. “Yeah? I’d like that a lot, Summer.”

“Just as if we didn’t already do that earlier.” The words were snarky, but the tone was gentler, teasing. “That’s one of the things I love best about you — you never lose that wonder, that amazement, at what’s between us.”

winter formal | lycanthropelahey

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer opened the door, smiling up at him and preventing Helios’ precipitate exit with one foot. “Hey, babe! How was school?” She pulled him inside, giving an exaggerated shiver, and stretched up for a kiss.

Leaning into the kiss and smiling widely at the much welcomed distraction, he slipped his way inside and reached down to scratch behind Helios’ ear. “It was alright. I…um…wanted to ask you something, actually?”

Helios lifted himself up on his back legs to push at Isaac’s hand, purring loudly. “What is it?” Making an exaggerated ‘oof’ noise, she took his backpack and carried it over to the couch to join her pile of classwork. “Do you need my help with a paper again?”

“Just focus on me.”

fastestquickestmutant:

iamthefirechild:

fastestquickestmutant:

“You can’t keep taking on my pain like this when I come back hurt,” he sad sighing softly.

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Her voice was steady. “Yes, I can. Don’t talk, now.”

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“Doesn’t this hurt you Summer?  To take that pain from me and to you?”

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“Yes, and no. I’m not feeling what you feel when I do this, Petya, I’m only making you not feel it. It’s only the effort that hurts.”