Honestly not a fan of Ronance for the simple reason that I think Steve should get to have his best friend dislike his ex a little on his behalf. He’s too much of a self-sacrificing sweetheart to do it himself, and tbh he deserves it.
Like I don’t hate Nancy or anything, and I often enjoy when people write Stancy as still being friends, but resenting the ex simply on principle is, like, best friend basics! How can we talk about Steve not used to having someone in his corner without letting Robin have his back in the simplest of ways?
This looks like a fucking parody post, or an edgy edit, but it’s 100% official real Flintstones.
Clarification: I don’t hate this book, I love it, it’s amazing. It’s just that taking a step back and looking it out of context is still really funny. Especially the line “We participated in a genocide, Barney.”
ok but imagine them in their cartoon forms saying this dialogue i’m
can we have some context to this, perhaps?
Bedrock is having a mayoral election. One of the candidates is a violent war mongering asshole that riles people up against the lizard people. This reminds Fred and Barney of their time in the army.
Back then the father of said violent candidate was riling people up against the “tree people”. Fred, Barney, and other soldiers fought what they believed to be a defensive measure against the tree people. Turns out, it was actually an invasion, in order to kill off the tree people and take over their forest to build Bedrock.
That’s what Fred means when he says he and Barney participated in a genocide. They literally did.
(Extra fun fact, Barney adopted a tree person baby after the war, and his son Bamm-Bamm is the last tree person.)
Steve and Eddie go to pick up Robin and she isn’t ready so they wait in her house. Her parents aren’t home so Eddie plunks himself down at their piano and starts plucking out little tunes. he isn’t a piano player by any means but he can play twinkle twinkle little star, damnit.
Steve just shakes his head and says “scoot” and Eddie slides to the end of the bench so they can share it. Steve puts both hands on the piano and plays some tentative chords before making a little noise of affirmation and starting to play some wildly beautiful song.
Robin, who has heard Steve play before, actually really loves it and finds it very soothing, comes around the corner and just grins because Eddie is sitting there staring back and forth between Steve’s face and his hands with the most awed expression. Steve is doing a pretty good job of staying neutral but Robin can see his lips pulling up just slightly onto a smirk on her side of his face.
She might have to make a new “You suck” board just to put a tally under “you rule.”
Interviewer Steve Harrington who gets decked in the face by a particularly drunk and rude person halfway through an event, and can’t fight back because it could ruin the company name or whatever, but he still needs to meet his quota, so he’s walking around face still bleeding and talking to people.
Then he meets Corroded Coffin and he has to make it an extended interview cause his Co-Worker Dustin adores them. The bleeding has mostly stopped by then, but the guy from earlier bumps into his back and glares at him.
And how hasn’t he been kicked out yet, Eddie thinks he’ll definitely try something again if Steve goes out on his own and the camera man can’t stop him, so he says fuck it and Steve sits with them for the rest of the event, with the Coffin guys as his body gaurds
Which works because everyone thinks they’re intimidating and ‘scary’, but in reality none of them know how to throw a punch and they’re relying on the facade.
Steve’s nose starts bleeding again at some point during the dinner portion, and Eddie is quick to grab the napkin out of his breast coat and dab it up.
Steve probably says something like, “You do this for all the girls?” And Gareth is all to happy to explain how he doesn’t, and how on their last tour Eddie fainted from Grant hitting himself with a drumstick and getting a nosebleed.
And Eddie really wishes he could smack him except the blood keeps coming and he needs to focus on cleaning it and staying awake.
People seem to have forgotten that “proship” was the Fandom norm for the longest time.
Only, it wasn’t called proship. It was called ship and let ship. Or minding your own buisness.
If someone had a ship you didn’t like or thought was gross, you would avoid them. If they drew art or wrote stories you didn’t agree with or like, you would ignore them.
There were tags like smut, whump, and angst to tell people about things they might not want to read. And then dead dove: do not eat for taboo subjects and especially gritty fic.
Then people started to ignore that. Younger fans started to bully people because they disagreed with shipping certain characters. Whether it be because it “wasn’t canon”, they thought it was gross, or they just didn’t like it.
These people began calling themselves “anti-ship”
Pro-ship became a label to show that someone was against anti-ship.
Eventually, the anti-ship movement began to die down. So do you know what they did? They started accusing people. Of being pedophiles, groomers, rape supporters, and more. All because they wrote or drew things that these people didn’t like.
They began claiming that THEY were the Fandom norm, and that these “proshippers” were the bad people. They started claiming that proship stood for “problematic shipping”
Due to this, the term “pro-ship” is often misconstrued as to what it means. Many people don’t even KNOW what it means.
It means “anti-censorship”.
It means that we support someone’s right to produce art, no matter how gross, no matter how taboo, no matter how “problematic”
Because it’s not hurting anyone.
If it’s something you don’t want to see? Block the person. Block the tag. Say in your bio that you don’t like it. That’s what they’re FOR!
This was discussed in earlier days of fandom.
“I wonder why people would read a story in a genre they don’t care for, then take the time to let the writer know that sure enough, they didn’t care for it. That would be like me going to a restaurant, ordering a slice of cherry pie, then asking that the chef be brought out so I can say "I don’t like cherry pie, and I didn’t like yours either.” To continue this analogy into its usual fannish outcome, the chef would say “Well gee, lady, why did you order it?” And I’d say, “Are you questioning my right to order cherry pie?”
-Unknown 2002
Except now, it would be like the person who didn’t like the cherry pie and ordered it anyways then demanded that no restaurant serve cherry pie because it was poison. Not only is it a ridiculous request, it’s blatantly untrue.
