#first fandom

[neahtrix]

The one thing they don’t tell you about your first fandom is that it becomes your way station; the place you always go when you’re lost between new interests, giving you comfort and a plethora of new content since you last interacted.

[concordeux]

Just thinking how my first fandom was Sherlock

[vanvietvor]

Me: Wow! Beloved mutual is reblogging Sonic stuff!

Let me reblog some too, I wonder who they reblogged from!

I was then shot 57 times finding out they reblogged it from me

[rizuemi]

[jhaenyiu]

how i fell into my first fandom (and never got out of being a fan)

we all have things we like, right? we have our favorite colors, tv shows, superheroes, and the like. and i'm just like everyone else! i like many things!

but looking back, i think the first fandom i officially got into was

✨ winx club ✨

you see, i had this friend in third grade who introduced winx club to me, and i eventually fell in love with them because i was a 9-year old girl watching magical fairies save the world from evil villains!

so when i finished the available set of episodes at the time (i think it was season 4 by then?), i knew the tiniest bits of trivia about everyone. i spent hours on their wiki site, made pizap (iykyk) edits of my face with the fairies, and my friends and i have assigned fairies that match our vibe. guess who i was...

✨ tecna! ✨

a lot of people don't like her, but i think i got emotionally attached to her during s2 (or was it s3) when she "died" on valtor's hands.

i barely remember the names of the non-winx people and the plot itself, but i just know winx club was the root of all my screamings. also probably the root of my hopeless romanticness. also me being doubtful of men.

let me explain.

winx club being the root of all my screaming is because, as mentioned, i am deeply attached to tecna and all of the winx girls, of course.

i rooted for the girls from when they were trying to make a club at alfea to them taking down the monsters of all monsters. but unfortunately, i only managed to follow them until season 5 because the later animations didn't really appeal to me (and i lowkey drowned in acads so i had no time [LMAO] for fangirl stuff).

now, winx club MAY also be the root of me being a hopeless romantic BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY HELIA AND BRANDON TREAT FLORA AND STELLA?

i mean yeah, helia was very indifferent when he was first introduced BUT HE'S THE GREENEST FLAG AMONG THE... specialsits,,,, right? NOT THE POINT! also i know brandon isn't perfect but they are my favorite rich-and-middle-class trope couple ever. brandon knows stella is high-maintenance but he doesn't let his economic inferiority get in the way for him to treat his girl right!

on the other hand, riven was probably the one who desensitized me of all men.

he was such a jerk, then suddenly becomes lovey dovery, ALL BECAUSE HE NEEDS SOMETHING FROM MUSA, then goes back to being a jerk. i never liked him after their first break-up, and i think it's because of him that i became wary of men, which eventually led me to hating them <3

but yeah, i think writing my first fandom (as far as my brain can recall) is a fitting first entry to my blog.

let me know if you'd like to see more from me!

- jhae 💕

[colourfulshadows]

I just remembered that the fandom that got me into reading and writing fanfiction was ... Warrior Cats :D Me, a person who does not particularly love cats. That's so fucking funny. I was 12 then and oh boy did my writing suck

[thenotebookwizard]

First Fandom

A few years ago, I would have sworn up and down my first real fandom was Star Trek.

It makes sense. After all, I overcame my dyslexia and learned to read so I could read my mother's Star Trek novels. Pocket Books was churning them out back in the day, and i wanted to read them. She'd read me bits of a few of them, and I wanted more.

I loved watching the show - though that was mostly re-runs.

So, sitting on the floor at the foot of Mom & Dad's water bed, trading correctly read sentences for M&Ms, my mother and I battled. Fought. Yelled. Screamed. Cried. I didn't want to (until I did) and she knew I had to. Once we started using a Star Trek novel, I got much better, much faster.

The first book I ever read was The Vulcan Academy Murders by Jean Lorrah, and it's a book I own many copies of for sentimental purposes.

The first thing I remember writing was in elementary school, and it was a Star Trek story. My uncle let me read his old fanzines. I was on Star Trek BBSes. I had a notebook of Star Trek stories and notes and ideas.

Whelp.

A few years ago, the subject of me, fandom, and fanfic came up. My father (rightfully) pointed out my fandom is my mother's fault, because of Star Trek, and that I ship characters is also her fault. (My mother shipped Gabrielle and Xena and would fight you if you argued with her.)

And I nodded along. "Ayep," I said, "Star Trek is where it began. My first fandom and my first fanfic."

Turns out, I was wrong. My first fanfic and my first fandom were Winnie the Pooh. Smol me had thrown a fit at a shopping mall one weekend, and the only thing that made me happy was a stuffed bear.

Something similar to this one, I believe.

Well, my parents got me that silly old bear and he was my constant companion until it was no longer deemed 'appropriate' for a boy to carry around a stuffed animal anymore. (I frankly don't see the issue, but whatever. I'm still kinda salty about it I guess. Huh. Anyway.)

My father, being my father, decided to read me every story of Winnie the Pooh he could find, including a more modern copy of this book:

I watched all the movies. I watched all the animated movies. I have not seen the 2018 Christopher Robin (yet).

And, at some point, smol me ended up at my Dad's office. In those days, everyone had secretaries, because computers hadn't been really adopted yet, and there was a lot of paperwork to do by hand or by typewriter. Now, my father's secretary was an amazing woman who treated my Dad's kids like she liked us (I'd like to think she actually did) and I know she was very patient with us.

I know this, because she apparently typed a Winnie the Pooh story I dictated to her. Eight pages of Pooh and company negotiating with the bees for fair use and sharing of honey (hunny) and making sure the bees were safe from 'the bad guys' through vague but apparently effective means.

He has this story - my very first fanfic - saved in a file cabinet. In the same file folder I brought it home in.

It appears my mother's frustration with me wanting to be a writer were in vain. I started writing before I could read and had stories in my head before I read my first book.