Oh definitely! This isn’t exactly what you meant but I remembered this dialogue from Hook, and my hand slipped, you can tell Lestat would be using a very annoying voice here to imitate Claudia:
So what, are you planning on becoming a boring old fart with no hobbies or interests? Without us “old people” you wouldn’t even know what fanfiction is.
hoooooly balls
no offence to young talents (and i use this word for a reason – young writers might surely have talent, but not experience) but i’d like to see anon enjoy a fandom where all the fic was produced strictly by 15 yr olds
and the irony of this being a reaction to a post/piece of history that clearly shows who are the people that kickstarted fandom as we know it today.. wow
At lease in our fandom, we treat many of the older works and writers with the utmost respect. Older works had to survive through wars on fanfic and fanart just to be around for the younger ppl to enjoy.
With age comes experience and talent can be found in younger ppl but it can also be accrued over time. You should appreciate your fandom elders and their contributions. Many of us DO have lives, outside of fandom, and we have limited time to continue to share accrued gifts with you, in the form of fanart, fanfic, meta, etc.
Fandom is like any other hobby, what makes it more or less worthwhile than any other for an older fan to continue? I’ve loved swimming since I was a little kid GUESS I BETTER STOP now that I’m in my 30s?
“I looked down at the ground and saw flowers of complete perfection; flowers that were the flowers that our flowers of the world might become! I don’t know any other way to describe how well realized were the petals and the centers and the colors. The colors themselves were so distinct and so finely delineated that I was unsure suddenly that our spectrum was even involved.
I mean, I don’t think our spectrum of color was the limit! I think there was some other set of rules. Or it was merely an expansion, a gift of being able to see combinations of color which are not visible chemically on earth.
…‘Sapphirine!’ I cried out suddenly, trying to identify the greenish blue of the great leaves surrounding us and gently waving to and fro, and Memnoch smiled and nodded as if in approval, reaching again to stop me from touching Heaven, from trying to grab some of the magnificence I saw.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, Memnoch the Devil
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