Little Fandom Defender of the lesser known Fandom defenders

Send me a fan theory or whatever, I will vent about it as aggressively as possible

[thelittlefandomdefender]

Intro

Did I only just realise I never did an intro? Yeah. Yeah I did. My bad yall (oh this is gonna be a lot of words... and brackets i love brackets theyre my favourite punctuation)

Name: Ajax (also okay with A.J.!)

Age: 18 (unless im being dm'd by a pornbot account then im a minor and need to be left alone)

Pronouns: They/she

DNI:

Trump supporters/Elon Musk Supporters/Fascists (I do not know why a trump supporter would follow a fandom account mostly dedicated to musicals and gay TV shows or books but hey those bitches are like maggots they get under the surface and everywhere)

If you hate on people for their interests, (bonus points if you call them "cringe" get out get out get out)

TERFs/Transphobes

Homophobes (yes that includes the special flavours: biphobes and acephobes. fuck you guys leave my brethren alone)

ANYONE who uses or excuses the use of Generative AI

Boring fake fandom idiots (i.e., "you cant ship that it isnt cannon!!!")

Chappell Roan die hard haters (im not like her biggest fan but i find it to be a good litmus test for people- note this does not refer to 'idk i just dont listen to her' im talking about the rabid haters cus they just cant stand a queen winning honestly)

If you wanna ask about like, a fan theory, or give a fic prompt, or I can make you a moodboard for a character or ship, please go ahead!!

All my fanfics because why not:

Stranger Things:

Byler secret dating

Hamilton:

Jeffburrgelica fic (8/?)

Thomgelica fake dating fic (5/?)

Warriors concept album/musical:

Remjax first kiss

Warriors series (Based on TCW songs)

'Outside Gray's Papaya'

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SVU drinking game:

Take a shot if:

the perp asks "you got kids?"

Rollins' accent slips

an innocent person just runs for no fucking reason

the defence attorney is Buchanan

OUR QUEEN Rita Calhoun makes an appearance

Any member of the Original Broadway cast of Hamilton show up

Elliot and Liv start eyefucking each other for no reason

Someone mentions Kathy

Elliot physically attacks someone

Amaro or Carisi disbelieves someone

Carisi says something Italian

Fin calls Munch "my Jew"

William Fucking Dodds shows up

Alex is Lesbian

Frat house is mentioned

"Blunt force trauma"

Barba is mean to Carisi

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"radfems" will say they're defending homosexuality, then be absolutely disgusted by feminine gay men.

they'll say it's because they're protecting women, but any woman who disagrees with them they will call 'handmaidens'.

...they're also extremely racist, like not even trying to hide it.

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"defending homosexuality" but repulsed by mascs/butches/studs

"defending homosexuality" but most of them are heterosexual women lecturing lesbians on who to date

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YALL IM DOING IT IM TEXTING A CUTE GIRL OMGGG

SHE SAYS MY ACCENT IS HOT

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my darling persephone 🖤

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Reeve Carney and Eva Noblezada leaning in to share a kiss with each other during the filming for Hadestown pro shot.

[thelittlefandomdefender]

out of context L&O SVU:

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

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Shakespeare based "Romeo and Juliet" off a historical poem

"Jane Eyre" was based on a side character from a Jane Austen book (I think it was 'Emma' but don't quote me)

"Winters Tale" was based on a side character from a Shakespeare history play (again idk which one off the top of my head they're all called Henry)

"La Belle Dame Sans Merci" is inspired by the story of Merlin and Vivian, or 'the lady of the lake', from the Matter of Britain

"Dante's Inferno" is self insert fanfic.

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Something I noticed while listening to Orphan Town is that while both Swan and Fox try to flirt their way to safety with the Orphan leaders, Mercy immediately zeroes in on Swan, taunting her and making innuendos, even though she had no way of knowing who was in charge. This tells me one of two things.

Either 1) Mercy immediately caught onto who is the leader of the group, showing just how smart she is. Honestly, the whole scene is a display on her intelligence. She turns it around on the Warriors and basically does what THEY tried to do, only successfully. She goads Swan into telling the Orphans no by flirting with her (and thus ruining their ruse), all while mocking the Orphans in the process.

Or 2) she was attracted to Swan from the get go and didn’t even notice Fox standing there (Which is even funnier if you take into account that Fox was, objectively, the prettiest of the group)

[mega-banette]

Not at all going insane over how in ‘A Light or Something’ Swan sings “Then you’ll go” while Mercy sings “Then we’ll go”

And then in the finale when Mercy says “I need to be free” and Swan says “Stay with me” ???? The implications

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CASEY NOVAK & ALEX CABOT 6.16 | Ghost

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the cure by olivia rodrigo and calex. Thats all.

Oohh that's so sad!

I listened to the song just now after getting this request and you're so right but that's so depressing

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Head over Heels (and a Headache)

Alex/Casey established marriage; domestic fluff overload

Alex never leaves work early.

The only exceptions are once-in-a-blue-moon court cancellations or life-altering cataclysms… like this migraine she texted Casey about an hour ago.

So when Casey gets the text—“Went home. Migraine. Love you.”—her heart stutters.

Alex never admits she’s in pain until it’s already chewing through her skull like a jackhammer with a vengeance. So when Casey walks through their front door a little more than an hour later, still in her pencil skirt and blazer, and finds the apartment almost pitch dark, a headache-specific playlist playing soft ambient noise through the smart speaker, and not a single scent in the air (she knows better than to turn on the diffuser right now), her stomach flips.

Alex is on the couch, curled into a tight little ball under the throw blanket, wearing one of Casey’s old Marvel hoodies and flannel pajama pants that pool around her ankles. Her glasses are folded on the coffee table, and a cold compress is pressed to one temple. One arm shields her eyes while the other hugs a pillow like it’s anchoring her to the Earth.

She barely stirs when Casey closes the door.

“Oh, babe,” Casey says gently, setting everything down as quietly as possible.

Alex groans.

It’s not a sassy, theatrical groan. It’s a soft, guttural whimper, pained and weary and raw around the edges.

Casey immediately drops to her knees beside the couch. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m so sorry you’re hurting.”

Alex tries to turn toward her and immediately winces, her jaw clenched tight.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” Casey soothes, brushing the back of her hand along Alex’s cheek, which is clammy and flushed. “Just breathe, I’ve got you.”

“I feel like my brain is trying to dig its way out with a soup spoon,” Alex whispers, barely able to open one eye. “I can’t… I couldn’t think straight. I was in a meeting and couldn’t remember words.”

Casey presses a kiss to her forehead and says, “Then you absolutely did the right thing coming home. Do you still have that nausea or just the ice pick in your skull?”

Alex makes a quiet noise. “Both. I thought if I laid down it would go away but now it feels like it’s in my teeth.”

Casey’s chest aches just hearing it. “Okay. Here’s the plan. I’m going to change, then I’m bringing you your meds and the good water. The bubbly lemon one that tastes like a spa. You just stay right there. No moving. No heroics.”

Alex murmurs something unintelligible that sounds suspiciously like “my hero is wearing work heels” as Casey dashes off to change.

When she returns—now in soft joggers, an old Gotham Law hoodie, and fuzzy socks—she brings a cold can of sparkling water and two Excedrin, along with a silk eye mask, the extra pillow from their bed, and the weighted blanket Alex secretly loves but always calls “dramatic.”

Alex doesn’t open her eyes, but she makes a grateful noise as Casey gently lifts her head and replaces the regular pillow with the comfier one, easing her back down with all the tenderness of someone handling a priceless artifact. She slides the mask over Alex’s eyes, careful not to press on her temples.

“Okay, take these first,” she whispers, brushing her fingers through Alex’s hair and helping her sit up just enough to sip water and swallow the pills.

When that’s done, Alex groans again and collapses backward. “It’s not helping yet.”

“It will soon,” Casey promises, climbing up onto the couch and settling in behind her. She opens the weighted blanket like a giant tortilla and wraps it around them both. “C’mere. Let me be your heating pad.”

Alex doesn’t need more encouragement. She slowly turns, lets Casey guide her until her head is in her lap, one arm curled around Casey’s leg like it’s a life preserver, her face buried against the soft cotton of Casey’s hoodie.

Casey strokes her hair. Long, slow passes. Down her scalp, behind her ears, across the nape of her neck. Gentle and grounding.

“You’re so good at this,” Alex murmurs. “How are you so good at this?”

“I majored in Wife Comfort at Harvard,” Casey says, kissing the top of her head. “Minored in Pillow-Lap Support.”

Alex hums faintly, her fingers curling into Casey’s thigh. “Best decision I ever made.”

“You mean marrying me or letting me get you the lemon water?”

“Both. But mostly marrying you.”

Casey smiles, her eyes pricking with warmth. She rests her cheek on Alex’s head and continues the soothing rhythm of touch.

The room is quiet. Safe. The pain is still there, but it’s softened now—dulled by pills, warmth, and the steady heartbeat of a woman who loves her completely.

By the time the meds start to kick in, Alex has drifted into a light sleep, still curled against Casey like a sleepy lioness, her nose tucked into her lap.

And Casey?

She doesn’t move.

Not for anything.

Not even if the building caught fire.

Because when your wife is hurting, and she needs your lap, your hoodie, lemon water, and your heart all at once—

Well…

You give it to her.

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