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“fanfiction,” as a concept, only exists because of intellectual property. at the end of the day, it’s just fiction. some of it is great, some of it sucks ass. sometimes, it can reveal something damning about the author—prejudices, biases, whether or not they think cats should be left indoors, how they feel about offshore tax evasion, whatever. that’s the nature of fiction. this is not news to anyone who’s ever opened a book
what’s truly unique about fanfiction is that it’s anonymous and free with a barrier to entry that ants wouldn’t notice climbing. also, it’s amateur by necessity; barring a few notable exceptions, nobody expects their gaudy slash fiction to win them an award or make them a million dollars. this crock pot of internet fuckery lends itself to two things—a monumental diversity of skill level and buck wild nasty behavior
fanfiction is neither god’s gift to all man kind nor an incurable blight. it’s just a thing. that exists. it’s neither defenseless nor indefensible. it can be harmful, helpful, or benign. more importantly, it’s not going anywhere, so i wish we’d stop arguing about whether or not it’s “legitimate” and talk about what’s actually happening with it instead
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
“CC-1010, the stats read you drowned in your own blood.”
Because Cody killed him.
“Only a little bit!”
He grips the vibroblade tighter before it can drip out of his hand like the blood off the blade.
“Co— CC-2224, tell Trainer Vau that stabbed lungs don’t count!”
“Fox…” The name slips out of his mouth before he can catch it and drag it back into the safety of his heart.
His brother’s eyes widen like in surprise, like in death Cody brought down on him. “24…”
“CC-1010, I will write you up for insubordination if you—“
The blood spatter on Fox’s chest comes closer. He killed his brother. Distantly he can feel the Curse rising under his skin, prickling it from the inside. He had aimed at the neck. He had seen the swing of the blade across and through it. He had aimed at the neck. He had aimed at the neck. The blood grows closer, swallowing him. He doesn’t know why he had aimed at the neck. There’s no excuse why he—
“Hey, no harm done.”
Because Fox had slammed the butt of his blaster down on Cody’s hand, redirecting the strike to his torso.
“I’m still better than you.”
Reading bloody lips and Fox’s newly discovered cocky smirk. The skull is staring at him.
“CC-1010, do not take another step forward!”
Fox had choked on his own blood before going still. Looking up at Cody sightless and dead.
“Cody, pull yourself together. Now.”
“CC-1010,” the automated voice announces, “the training time limit with— CC-2224— has expired—“
“Thank fuck,” Trainer Vau groans.
“— please leave the training area immediately and proceed to the med halls for check-up. CC-2224, please prepare for the scheduled training unit with— CC-1119— starting in— ten— minutes.”
Image description: it's an illustration of Mace Windu, Cyslin Myr and T'ra Saa from Star Wars. Mace is in the front with his purple lightsaber pointed sideways. He's frowning like he's concentrated. Cyslin is behind him with her green- yellow lightsaber right above his in a slightly more raised angle. Her expression is similar to Mace's. T'ra is standing behind both of them, a somber look on her face. She's holding her green lightsaber straight, pointed upward. There's a group of white sparkles whirling around her saber. End of description.