hating a character is not wrong. killing them in fic? not wrong. giggling like a loon over said hated character dying in inventive ways is not wrong either. I don't know how many times this needs to be said. they are a *fictional* character. they are not real. they don't have feelings. they have no cares. they are not REAL.
you? my dear fellow fan who is in this fandom but likes different content than I do? are real. I am not attacking you. when I write a fic about your blorbo and he's not the characterization you prefer, or I shove him into another dimension as a plot point, that is not an attack on a real person.
I shouldn't even be making this post because normally I ignore the fuck out of this shit. because that is how fandom should work. if you see bad things happening to characters you like and you don't like it, LOOK AWAY. find something fun to read or rewatch your favorite scenes and talk to your pro-blorbo friends and MOVE THE FUCK ON.
Your blorbo is not my blorbo and that's okay.
Blorbo is not a real person. You are. I am.
And if you are still feeling shitty about it, write spite fic. Spite can be an excellent motivator for good things. Unfortunately, it can be a motivator for mean-spirited things, too.
I swear to god, I feel like that meme with the grownup and the baby. I should not see the need to explain simple concepts like this to grown-ass adults in fandom.
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Nothing just some excerpts of Abdul yelling at everybody from an unfinished fanfiction I've had in Evernote for like 3-4 years
( Spoilers: JJBA Part 3 / Stardust Crusaders )
[Before they meet Iggy]
[Also I changed Abdul's first name to "Mashaal" instead of Mohammed because it's more unigender and he's Intersex.]
"I wouldn't shake him up if I were you. You wouldn't be able to beat him," I said.
I already saw the flicker in Jean's eyes that he had instantly taken my words extremely personally. "What did you say!?"
Not this again. At least that time, he didn't jab a finger at me close enough to make me flinch. "That's not what I meant. I can't say I would be able to beat him, either. Nor any of us, at least not solo."
"Don't decide for me what I can't do!"
Noriaki cut in, "Hey, can we please stop fighting??"
That gave me pause for a moment. Noriaki was a kid. It shouldn't have been his responsibility to keep the peace. It wasn't fair.
"Yes... I'm sorry," I apologized to Noriaki. Not for Jean, but for everything he'd had to go through. What all of us had been through.
"Would you back off!?" Jean snapped at Noriaki. "This has nothing to do with you!"
Okay. That was it. He had crossed a line.
I glared straight into Jean's eyes. I lowered my voice, but tightened it. "Don't. You ever. Speak to him, or to Jotaro, like that."
I was ready to walk away.
But Jean exploded.
"You have to have control over everyone, don't you! Acting like you know what's best, but you don't know shit!"
I froze.
There he was again, assuming I was so naïve and unburdened.
Jotaro, Noriaki, and Joseph were right there to hear everything. But I didn't care anymore.
"You don't know me, Jean! You don't know my family, you don't know what I am, what I've been through, what this world does to people like me; you don't know this place, you don't know my country! You've made it so painfully obvious since Hong Kong that all of this has been the first time you've ever taken a step outside your own turf! You don't know what's happened to me, and that I have plenty reason not to give second chances!! So quit being so fucking presumptuous already if you want us to succeed in what we actually came here to do."
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[Abdul and Joseph are talking in Abdul's hotel room. Abdul POV.]
"You and Suzy haven't been talking a lot?"
"...Well, if I can be honest with you... I started seeing someone."
"...You..." I felt the ire in my face hiding behind a stony expression. "...started seeing someone."
"...Yes. As in, I've been--"
"Don't--" I held up my hand in protest and squeezed my eyes shut. "I know what the hell you meant, Joseph, don't be a patronizing asshole."
"Wow. Okay."
"...Not someone here in Egypt, is it...?"
"No. In Tokyo."
I could've screamed. "In Tokyo...!? While you were visiting your daughter and your grandson thirty days ago!? While you and I were going out for drinks nearly every night, and I was sleeping in the guest room right next to yours!? You had to betray Suzy and see this person so badly that you snuck around in the middle of all that!?"
"Oh, come on! All the way on the other side of the world, Suzy would never--"
"The point is not in the shame of being caught! It's that you did it in the first place!!"
"Haven't you ever cheated?"
"Oh! Like I would have the privilege to!? To take more than what I need!? Do you have any idea how hard I have to work to keep what I have? And yet, you, people like you, just take, and take, and it's never enough. You're ruining your family. That boy out there, seventeen years old, being forced to grow up too soon to save your daughter -- and you destroy it all, and then talk about yourself cheating like it's some trite adolescent rendezvous. So excuse me if I find it so unforgivable that you're betraying Suzy and seem not to even have the decency to feel any guilt about it."
"...Mashaal..."
"I know you've always looked down on me," I couldn't stop there. "Not because I'm younger, but because you think I'm weak. All after I trusted you enough to tell you what had happened to me. You know everything about me, Joseph. You should know very well that I am anything but weak!"
"But I do know--!"
"Don't lie to me! Oh, I'm sick of you, and everyone like you, making a sport out of playing with my head and pushing me to the edge to evade any accountability."
He made a motion to comfort me with his hands on my shoulders, and I shook with rage.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped at him.
He retracted his hands. "...I'm sorry."
I finally noticed my eyes were damp. I was done. "Get out."
(...) [ < i put this stupid elipse thing here when i can't decide how to join two passages lol ]
Joseph joined me outside in the darkness. I looked up at him but said nothing.
"...Hey..." he said, timidly.
"Hey," I said, then looked back down at the dirt.
"May I sit...?" he walked towards me.
"I don't know. Are you going to apologize to me?" I said firmly.
He cleared his throat. "Yes... actually... That's why I'm out here..."
I got to my feet and faced him stiffly. "Then do it properly."
Nervously, he knitted his eyebrows together for a moment. And then, he relaxed with a sigh, turning slightly to face me as he briefly glanced down at his feet.
I waited.
He looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Mashaal... For looking down on you. For speaking to you with such disregard. For not listening to you."
I stared, and held out my hand.
He firmly shook mine. And then I pulled him into a tight hug.
Joseph warmly closed his arms around me. And then he said again, in a much quieter voice, "I'm sorry."
I reveled in the silence for a while.
And after we let go of each other, I demanded, "Now go get your shit together."
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