I’m very proud of coreyvidal.
He’s the first accused abuser who’s shown some serious growth and issued a real apology. He didn’t disappear. He didn’t write a lame attempt at an apology where he advertised his own music (which has since been taken down). He didn’t try to sugar coat it with a song. He did research, talked to those affected and didn’t shift blame AT ALL in the apology. He put up a 14 minute video of him seeking closure and explaining to the people around him about the dark part of his life he was trying to escape. That’s incredibly brave I think.
Being involved in this abuse situation (I don’t want to use the word scandal, it makes it sound false), I now view things with a little more pessimism. My world changed in March, but I can’t imagine what Corey’s been going through his entire life and my heart goes out to him. No, it does not mean I excuse what he’s done, but I feel like he’s on the right path, and he is one person I will continue to support after all is said and done.
I was a very different person 7 years ago. I had forgotten the last book was coming out and just happened to work beside a book store so at midnight I went and picked it up. I never would have guessed that 7 years later I would be re-reading the series for the 4th time (I think?), supporting wonderful causes like @thehpalliance, rocking a Deathly Hallows necklace every day, and attending conferences thousands of miles away to connect with people who love this story as much as I do. Seven years ago I never would have guessed that these books would shape me in the way that they have and I am eternally grateful. The weapon we have is love. All was well.
Seven years ago, the world said it was the end of an era. News outlets prepared for what they thought - and perhaps hoped - would be their final coverage of the Harry Potter phenomenon. While small bookstores celebrated alongside readers, big box stores were gearing up for “one last midnight release.”
Seven years ago, we knew better. We were ready. We were decked out from head to toe, friends new and old by our side and wand at the ready. Maybe we were lining up, filling stores and sidewalks with our excited chatter, shutting down Harvard Yard with our music movement, pushing our favorite fansites’ servers to their limits. We were loud because we knew the rest of the night would be spent in silence. We knew we’d be reading well into daylight. We knew better.
Despite that, some parts of us were scared that - beyond all reason - they were right. Scared that it would inexplicably fizzle out, that this would be the last time, that we’d reunite briefly for the remaining movies and then move on. We knew this wouldn’t happen, but fear resists reason and we were scared.
Seven years later, we’re still going strong and it’s easy to laugh at those fleeting concerns. It’s easier still to forget that we made this happen. We made conscious decisions to keep the Harry Potter community alive, to talk about what we’d just read and wonder what would happen next. Even when the first wave of discussion died down, the fandom went on. We hadn’t stopped loving Harry Potter. We’d only just begun.
Seven years ago, the Harry Potter Alliance was still just starting out. We’s made some big strides and had some - okay, more than just some - big ideas. In the time since then, you’ve helped us make some incredible moments possible. There are already too many campaigns, discussions, and memories to nail down in one tidy list. This fandom’s commitment to Harry Potter and each other is what made those big ideas possible and makes them possible still.
In just a few minutes, it’ll be midnight again and we’ll be celebrating the book that brought us all together - not for the first time and not for the last - seven years ago.
But first, we want to celebrate this community: the one that saw Harry through until the very end, the one that already has new things to count down to, the one that knows know what it knew then.
I’m not crying I just have the best fandom ever in my eye…Via The Harry Potter Alliance
I finally put my VidCon video up! This is the one with all of the footage DURING the con, in the next few days I’ll put one up with what we got up to after.
Also, I’m super close to 200 subscribers and I’d love it if y’all would share this around and help me get there. <3
"boys dont like it when-"
"girls don’t like it when-"
"people would probably like you better if-"
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Old Hollywood Avengers
(because Tony throwing Gatsby-like parties is perfect)
I NEED THIS? SOMEONE GET ME A FANVID LIKE THIS.
Ok so I know he’s been getting a lot of shit lately, but I’m not going to talk about that. In my opinion what happens in someone’s personal life is on them, it doesn’t matter how much they choose to share with us we have precisely 0 say in what people do with their lives. What I want to talk about right now is why Charles Trippy is an inspiration to me.
About four weeks ago I was diagnosed with GAD (Generalised Anxiety Disorder). Looking at it on paper it seems like a super whatever thing. Yeah sure so I get a little panicky sometimes, who doesn’t?
When you have anxiety you just feel scared. All the time. It starts to seep in to your everyday life and you debate if you should even get out of bed. If you do get out of bed, doing anything worries you. As I sit here typing this it feels like I have a ball in my chest and it’s weighing down on me. I almost debated on cancelling one of my favourite trips of the year because I was nervous about how I would be on a plane (to the point where I had a panic attack almost every day leading up to me leaving).
So what does this have to do with Charles Trippy?
Charles has fucking cancer. Brain cancer, no less. Despite this he still lives his life fully. He’s touring with WTK, riding roller coasters, vlogging every day, taking chemo on the road, and having seizures hours before playing shows (AND STILL PLAYING THEM). Charles is a fucking badass. Sometimes I think my life is half-a-life now because of this little hiccough I’m having when I’m 24 years old, but then I look at Charles who’s gone through two brain surgeries, 8 (??) rounds of chemo, and continues to be positive and do everything he would have done despite his current situation in life.
Because of Charles, I’m going to keep trying to be a fucking dragon and live my life the way he would.