June 2016

olderthannetfic:

unpopularfanopinion:

ramesees:

literally what is going on all of a sudden with everybody and their grandma trying to police what people are shipping??  like?? what HAPPENED???

To be honest shipping wars have been happening in fandom forever.( Louisa May Alcott had to deal with shippers demanding she pair Jo with Laurie) It’s in the past few years a certain subsection of fandom have decided to use accusations of abuse and pedophilia against ships they don’t like. Either out of jealousy that ship is more popular than the one they like. Or because they’re just trolls and bullies getting a thrill out of harassing people. Report and block them and move one with happy shipping.

What happened is that fandom is no longer homophobic enough to fall for “HDU ship slash?! It’s degrading to the characters!” or in love with TPTB enough to fall for “HDU ship non-canon pairings?!”, so antis have moved on to rhetoric they think is more unassailable: “You’re a racist/nazi/pedophile/abuser if you ship [x]!”

But it’s still the same “Because I said so!” argument we’ve been having for decades.

I don't know what three deep is? Pls tell, I love your tales of past fandom wank

rahirah:

(Usual caveats – this is my recollection only, and if you asked the other people on this project, you would most certainly get an entirely different take on events.)

Ok, back in the Olden Days, there was a BtVS forum called Tea at the Ford. (I think the website is still up, but be warned, the site navigation is a complete nightmare.)  The idea of it was, the site owner invited fans whom she thought produced good fic or art or meta or vids or whatever, and all of us would talk about BtVS in the private forums behind the scenes, and she would take the best of the conversations and post them on the public side.  It was supposed to be a sort of fannish salon.  And it worked, kind of – the main problem was, the site owner valued aesthetics above pretty much everything else, and so they deliberately made the organization of the forum super obscure.  Instead of categories like “Episode Discussion” with a topic for each episode, or anything along those lines, there’d be categories like “The Parlor” with topics like “A Slim Volume of Poetry On the Mantelpiece.”  Added to that, all the curating of topics was done completely by hand, with the site owner going over every post personally and deciding if it was worth porting it to the public side, and if so, which obscure category and topic it ought to go in, regardless of how it had fit into the original conversation.  

So the site ended up largely unusable for the average person, and barely more so for those of us doing the conversations – we had a back door which would take us into a slightly more comprehensible area to talk, and we at least could see entire conversations rather than just disjointed fragments. Which is a real pity, because we did have some fantastic conversations.

ANYWAY.  At one point, around… 2005-ish, I think? The site owner floated the idea that we should do a virtual season.  Several other groups had done that, some for AtS, some for BtVS.  And the idea of that was, you got a bunch of writers together (or occasionally some ambitious soul tried to go it alone) and wrote 22 “episodes” continuing from where the show had left off.  Some of these were in script format, some were regular prose.  Most of them were never finished, for obvious reasons.  Our virtual season, the site owner proposed, would be very ambitious: a massive AtS/BtVS crossover that would feature the entire cast of both shows and tie up all the loose ends.  We would call it Three Deep, because (some deeply metaphorical reason that I don’t remember.)  

We started out with about a dozen writers, artists, and editors.  I was smart enough not to sign up to write the thing, but I did allow myself to get roped in as the arc plotter, mainly because no one else was dumb enough to volunteer.  Now, other groups who had done virtual seasons usually had an editor in chief who coordinated the arc plot, and assigned episodes to different writers.  Kind of the way the real TV series worked.  But that was too easy for us!  The site owner was determined that this would be a fully collaborative project, i.e. all decisions had to be made by consensus.   No one, not even the site owner, had the authority to say to everyone, “No, we are not doing that.  We are doing this.”  So although it was my responsibility to cobble together a massive overaching plotline for the season, I had absolutely no way to get people to accept it, except to argue every decision into the ground until everyone either agreed with me or got sick of arguing about it and gave up. Every tiny little decision took days, weeks, MONTHS of argument.  I wish I were exaggerating, but I’m not.  It was exhausting.  

No two of us agreed on what story we should be telling.  One person was a gen writer, and only really interested in writing Wesley hurt-comfort minus the comfort, and bureaucracy porn about Giles and Andrew building the perfect new Council.  One writer was a Bitter Ex-Spuffy Shipper who hated Buffy with a rabid frothing hatred, and wanted to pair Spike with Anyone But Buffy.  Several other writers were equally passionate Spuffy shippers who refused to participate unless they were guaranteed that Spike would end up with Buffy.  The site owner was only interested in metaphor and symbolism – and writing Angel in a way that (IMO at the time) bordered on bashing.    And there were a couple of people who weren’t actually on the project, but would cheerfully stick their oar in every now and then to tell us that we were doing it wrong.  Everyone (and I include myself) had a pet plotline or character they wanted to include.

I tried my damnedest to come up with a good arc plot, and I think I actually succeeded there.  It was going to be about the Immortal, who, I decided, was secretly an Old One in a human shell like Illyria.  Because human shells couldn’t take the full power of an Old One, he’d come up with a plan to trick the Slayer Army into opening the Deeper Well, so that all the Old Ones interred there could have Slayer shells, which would be strong enough not to burn out.  That was why he was cozying up to Buffy.  I think that would have made a pretty decent story.  And if we’d just had the sense to get Buffy and Spike together immediately and get all the shipping crap out of the way, I think things would have gone much better.

Buuuuut no.  The site owner didn’t want this to be known as a Spuffy virtual season.  They wanted people to see it as being above the ship wars.  So we couldn’t get Spike and Buffy together immediately.  This despite the fact that 90% of the writers were known Spuffy shippers and we had in fact promised several of them that there would be a Spuffy end game.  So I wracked my brains to come up with some kind of an arc for them, and I mostly failed.  Because as one of our pro-Spuffy writers said, honestly, the two of them were one good conversation away from getting together in S7, so pretty much anything I came up with was pointless misunderstandings and rehashed “character development” to keep them from having that one good conversation.  One of the things on Spike’s part was that I decided that he had developed a fear of emotional commitment since he’d been burned so badly in his last couple of relationships, and he was going to have to overcome this, which is why the current comics storyline reminds me of it – it’s something that kind of makes sense if you’re desperate, but not really.  It wasn’t organic.  What I came up with for Buffy was temporarily getting back together with Angel (who, ironically, was the only one of the three I actually had a good solid emotional arc for.)  There was going to be this terrible triangle-cum-cheating plot down the road, and believe me when I say you should all be grateful we never got that far.  (I mean, I hope that if we had gotten that far, I would have come up with something better by that time, but WHAT IF I HADN’T?)

Anyway, once we actually started writing the thing, things went from bad to worse.  We couldn’t have one person write an episode and then the rest of us edit and that same person rewrite, oh no.  That would be too simple.  Instead we assigned each scene in an episode to a different writer.  I provided them with a scene by scene outline of each episode,  and then, in theory, each writer would turn in a scene, get editing comments, revise as necessary, wash rinse repeat. In order to maintain a consistent style, we would then put all the scenes together and do a light final edit, which was my responsibility.

In practice, everyone went haring off on their own in every goddamn scene.  No one knew how to write to an outline.  No one seemed able to look at the episode as a whole, much less the series as a whole.  Things like this would happen: Writer 1 would write vast extravagant battle scenes where Angel and Spike dispatched hundreds of Ubervamps without breaking a sweat, which lead into a scene by Writer 2 where Angel and Spike were had pressed to win a bar fight.  I ended up having to re-write damned near every scene extensively – sometimes I had to scrap entire scenes and re-do them from scratch.  And of course the writers of those scenes were Not Happy with me.  I am sure that if you talked to the other writers on the project, they’d say I was an egotistical martinet, but from my POV, I was trying to herd ADD velociraptors with a flashlight.  Buffy was a the biggest sticking point.  None of us agreed on who she was or how to write her, and dear God, it showed.  

And the ending.  Oh, God, the ending.  That was where the site owner got their way with all the metaphor and symbolism, so it was gonna be one of those last-episode-of-The-Prisoner-WTF things with Illyria hatching Yggdrasil and Buffy and Spike and Angel doing… something, I don’t know the hell what, but it was hella metaphorical, which defeated the Immortal.  It makes my head hurt just to think about it.  And then Cordelia shows up because why the hell not?

Mirabile dictu, we actually did write six episodes and got started on a seventh, and I believe that they were generally well-received.  Behind the scenes, things were falling apart.  We lost several writers, some because they hadn’t realized how much work this would be, others to interpersonal conflicts.  Writers who wrote quickly sneered at those who wrote slowly for being slackers, and the writers who wrote slowly took jabs at the quality of the stuff produced by the fast writers.  The anti-Spuffy writer had a screaming tantrum at a pro-Spuffy writer and was kicked off the project.  Everyone was mad at me and I was mad at everyone else, though I really, really tried not to show it.  As episode 7 got underway, I retired to my tent and told the site owner that if they produced a finished draft, I would edit it, but until then I was taking a break.

Thank God, I never got that call.  The project died the death of a thousand quibbles.  I was so burnt out.  A few months ago a couple of the Fast Writers went rogue and slapped their revision of the unfinished seventh chapter up on AO3, along with the first six, without asking leave of the rest of us, (and put my name on it without asking me, probably because I am the only other person involved with an AO3 account) which occasioned some snarky commentary, but that’s probably where it will lie for the rest of eternity.  

And a good thing too.

sarapsys:

Man 80s fandom must have been so hardcore

I’m just so used to being able to find a show or comic people are talking about online somewhere, with English translation, reasonable video quality, screenshots and sometimes even transcripts, episode synopses and fan wikis with character references and episode lists, like within ten minutes of thinking it would be handy, fanfic and art in color and all of it tagged and relatively easy to find with some hunting

Meanwhile these gals were trading third copy videotapes just to watch an episode, waiting months to go to a con just to get an index of local zines that might have fic they like, I’m getting frustrated and peeved just thinking about it

Bear skins and stone knives

I have no clue about some posts with 'my immortal' implied? Is that a book? Or a TV series? Please enlighten me? Thank you :)

dictacontrion:

Oh, anon! Ohhhhh, anon!!!!!

No, no, not really. I just got excited.

My Immortal is the most infamous fic in the HP fandom. Maybe all of fandom?

It has a wikipedia page, fanlore page, tvtropes page, knowyourmeme page, a buzzfeed history, a vulture investigation, and so, so, so much more.

Basically, it’s the story of Ebony (or sometimes Enoby) Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, who is stuck at Hogwarts even though it’s full of preps and posers and no one is goth (er, goffik) enough to understand her incredible goffik ways. Also featuring past!drarry, bisexual!Draco, actual vampires, Harry having the nickname Vampire, goth!Dubmledore (or Dumblydore), an evildoing Professor McGoggles (McGonagall?), vision quests, time travel, Tom Riddle (aka Satan, Stan, Tom Anderson, or Tom Bombadil) being in a band with the Marauders and Lucius Malfoy, some more time travel, and a whooole lot of other amazingness. Like serious ongoing debates about authorship, about whether it was a joke, and the best fic sex ever: “"He put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.“

And then, against all odds, IT GOT BETTER.

The good folks at @myimmortalseries turned it into an honest-to-goodness webseries with POC and bisexual characters, AMAZING drarry UST (and RST!) and so much heart and good humor and just - go, go watch. I can’t in good conscience insist that you read the actual fic, but damn, go watch it! Keep watching! It’s great! Er….goffik.

kellpod:

jenncalal:

martinsaurus:

teabq:

oyveyzmir:

griesly:

cracktheglasses:

hils79:

fanfichasruinedmylife:

pagerunner-j:

demonicae:

tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

racethewind10:

emma-regina4ever:

beckpoppins:

adiwriting:

fandomlife-universe:

So I’m on AO3 and I see a lot of people who put “I do not own [insert fandom here]” before their story.

Like, I came on this site to read FAN fiction. This is a FAN fiction site. I’m fully aware that you don’t own the fandom or the characters. That’s why it’s called FAN FICTION.

Oh you youngins… How quickly they forget.

Back in the day, before fan fiction was mainstream and even encouraged by creators… This was your “please don’t sue me, I’m poor and just here for a good time” plea.

Cause guess what? That shit used to happen.

how soon they forget ann rice’s lawyers.

What happened with her lawyers.

History became legend. Legend became myth….  And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.

I worked with one of the women that got contacted by Rice’s lawyers. Scared the hell out of her and she never touched fandom again.
The first time I saw a commission post on tumblr for fanart, I was shocked.

One of the reasons I fell out of love with her writing was her treatment of the fans… (that and the opening chapter of Lasher gave me such heebie-jeebies with the whole underage sex thing I felt unclean just reading it.)

I have zero problem with fanart/fic so long as the creators aren’t making money off of it. It is someone else’s intellectual property and people who create fan related works need to respect that (and a solid 98% of them do.)

The remaining 2% are either easily swayed by being gently prompted to not cash in on someone else’s IP. Or they DGAF… and they are the ones who will eventually land themselves in hot water. Either way: this isn’t much of an excuse to persecute your entire fanbase.

But Anne Rice went off the deep end with this stuff by actively attacking people who were expressing their love for her work and were not profiteering from it.

The Vampire Chronicles was a dangerous fandom to be in back in the day. Most of the works I read/saw were hidden away in the dark recesses of the internet and covered by disclaimers (a lot of them reading like thoroughly researched legal documents.)

And woe betide anyone who was into shipping anyone with ANYONE in that fandom. You were most at risk, it seemed, if your vision of the characters deviated from the creators ‘original intentions.’ (Hypocritical of a woman who made most of her living writing erotica.)

Imagine getting sued over a headcanon…

Put simply: we all lived in fear of her team of highly paid lawyers descending from the heavens and taking us to court over a slashfic less than 500 words long.

all

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this

Reblogging because I can’t believe there are people out there who don’t know the story behind fan fiction disclaimers. 

Yep I used to have disclaimers on all my Buffy fic back in the day. The Buffy creators were mostly pretty chill about fandom but it’s not like it is now. You did NOT talk about fandom with anyone except other fandom people and bringing it up at cons was a massive no no because of stuff like this.

I think Supernatural (and Misha Collins specifically) was when that wall between fandom and creators started to break down. It’s a relatively new thing.

I remember going to a Merlin panel down in London and a girl sitting next to me asked the cast about slash and I thought she was going to get kicked out!

Fandom history is important.

Oh, this brings back some not so-awesome ‘90s fandom memories! 

Oh man, let me tell you about the X-Files fandom. Lawyers for FOX sued, threatened, and generally terrified the owners of fan websites on a regular basis. God help you if you wrote or created original art set in their (expansive) universe or worse - dared to write about their characters. Even people who weren’t creating fanworks, just hosting Geocities pages about how much people liked the show would be sent C&D orders or actually fined. When I was first discovering the concept, the first rule of fandom was you do not talk about fandom because the consequences could be devastating.

It was such a strange and uncomfortable experience for me when fans in LOTR and Potter fandoms suddenly started shoving their work in people’s faces speaking publicly about fandom and wanting to engage in dialogue with the creators and actors of the Thing they were into. Fan stuff was supposed to stay online, in archives and list-serves and zines we passed around because it just wasn’t cool to talk about it and it could get you in a boatload of trouble. The freedom we have to create and gather together in a shared space, or actually be acknowledged in any way by people outside the fandom was inconceivable to my fannish, teenaged self. I want fans these days to understand how amazing modern fandom really is, cherish the community, and appreciate what it took to get us here. 

“if you found this by googling yourself, hit back now. this means you, pete wentz”

Oh hey, even more blasts from the past.

I was one of the ones who got a love letter from Anne Rice’s lawyers. Bear in mind that up until that point her publisher had encouraged fanfic and worked with the archive keeper (one of my roommates at the time) to drum up publicity for upcoming books and so on.

I could tell such tales of how much Anne screwed over her fans back then. The tl;dr version is that she and her peeps would use fan projects as free market research and then bring in the lawyers once it was felt Anne could make money off of it herself. (Talismanic Tours being one of the most offensive examples of this.)

But where fanfic is concerned not only did we get nastygrams but one of my friends had Anne’s lawyer trying to fuck up her own privately owned business which had NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING ANNE RELATED. Said friend was a small business owner with health issues who wasn’t exactly rolling in money, so guess how well that went?

On top of that when yours truly tried to speak out about it I discovered that someone in Anne’s camp had been cyber stalking me to the point where they took all the tiny crumbs of personal information I had posted over the course of five years or so and used it to doxx me (before that was even a term and in early enough days of the WWW that this wasn’t an easy task) and post VERY personal information about me on the main fandom message board of the time. Luckily for me the mod was my friend and she took that down post haste, but it was still oodles of fun feeling that violated and why to this day I am very strict about keeping my fandom and personal lives separate online.

Hence why those of us in the fandom at the time who still gave enough of a shit to want to keep writing fic DID keep writing fic, but shoved it so far underground and slapped it with so many disclaimers they could’ve outweighed the word count of War & Peace. It wasn’t just for the purpose of protecting fic but for trying to protect our personal lives as well.

(Also would love to know who @tiger-in-the-flightdeck knew. Life paths crossing after so many years….)

And after the Caitlin Moran debacle, lots of people in the Sherlock fandom started adding disclaimers in the hopes that it would deter her or any other idiot journalist who thought it would be a good idea to read fanworks in a public forum without the author’s permission

Reblog for the very interesting history lesson.

Reblogging because this is giving me Cassandra Claire flashbacks.

Fanlore has some of this background under C&D Notices, TPTB and The Fourth Wall

“What does God need with a starship?”

or “The Time Paramount Said No To God Until Bill Shatner Came Along”

A sci-fi writer once submitted a partial Star Trek novel to Paramount.  It bounced between the revolving door of editors until it found one that liked the concept (spirituality/religion in space).  But then….well, he tells it best

“On October 27, 1986, Dave wrote back to me, saying, “Paramount Pictures, though tentatively approving your novel, have in that approval rejected unequivocally one of the central tenets of your book (to my way of thinking): the idea of the great Being actually being (no pun intended) the creator of life on Earth. They have also asked that all references to religion be severely abbreviated. As I stated above, to me this robs the novel of its heart — not to mention a great deal of its marketing potential. I’m returning herein your material with a reluctant rejection.”

And that was the end of that — although three years later, the movie Star Trek V: The Final Frontier premiered with a strikingly similar premise. Paramount might say no to God, but never to William Shatner.”

So he did what any self-respecting fan does. He turned it (back??) into fanfic

“In 2002, the Canadian fanzine Voyageur, put out by by the Toronto-based Star Trek club USS Hudson Bay, published the first four chapters of Armada in four consecutive issues starting with #137, January-February 2002; my thanks to then-editor Karen Bennett for that opportunity.

Here, on November 27, 2014 — thirty years to the day after Armada was first submitted — I’m adding a never-before-seen bonus: the 1,700-word fifth chapter, “Is Truth Not Truth for All,” written July 14, 1984, which I didn’t include in either my submissions to Pocket Books or in the Voyageur version. Enjoy!”

Dear Diary: Reason 679 of Why I Love Fandom… 

(Full text for the sight impaired):

June 7, 1978 … six Star Trek enthusiasts are perched anxiously in the edge of their chairs in the    auditorium    of    South    Secondary    School,    London,   Ontario.

“And the winner is…”

The occasion is Film Arts Night, and the name of the best film made in the school’s Film Arts   course   is   about   to   be   announced.      The   Trekkers   wriggle   in   their   seats.

“…South Trek!”

The row of silent trekkies bursts into a supernova of most un-Vulcanlike emotionalism - back slapping,   weeping,   laughing, crying, and cheering - as Trekker-Producers Steve Clarke and Brian Wallace make their way to the stage to claim the trophy. Before the night was out they had trekked off with the two most coveted awards: “Best Colour Film” and “Best Film Overall”.

South Trek is a forty-minute colour film that was produced, edited and slaved-over by grade 13 students Steve Clark and Brian Wallace.   Ruthanne Dyer and myself,  Nancy Clarke, helped them out with some of the lesser tasks; costuming, make-up, scripting and directing. In our spare time (!) we four also did the acting in South Tick. Steve portrayed Mr. Spock, Brian played Scotty and Ruthanne and I created two new characters - Lts. Laverne and Shirley!   The film was desinged in such a way as to poke some affectionate fun at both  our  favourite television show. Star Trek, and our favourite school, South Secondary.

The   script   was   a   very   simple   one.      First,   there   is   a   Captain   Kirk   voice-over:

:“Captain’s log; Stardate 2734.2. Starfleet Command has ordered the Enterprise to violate the Prime Directive of Non-Interference to secure further Knowledge of North America’s education system in the late 20th century, we are implementing the Interdimensional Time Warp Factor so that our ship may regress in time to the decade of the 1970’s. Old Earth time. We hope that information gained from this expedition will help to fill the gaps of misunderstanding that have been caused by lost records of this time period. I will send a landing party consisting of First Officer Spock, Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott and Records Officers Laverne and Shirley to observe the situation and to encourage advanced teaching standards.”

The landing party starts out with good intentions, but their constructive 23rd century criticism meets head-on with destructive 20th century resentment. For instance, Mr. Spock informs a Math instructor that the formula she is teaching to her class is “strewn with great defects of illogic”. Before he can cover two blackboards with his “much more efficient formula”, he finds it necessary to subdue the irate Math teacher with a subtle Vulcan neck-pinch…Scotty says that the dance being preformed in the Contemporary Dance class is “barbaric” and states proudly, “The only kind of dancin’ is Sco'ish dancin’!” When he proceeds to demonstrate, the dance teacher is perturbed, to say the least…

Anyway, after many such offending incidents, the landing party adds insult to injury by accidentally setting off the fire alarm. This is the last straw! Teachers and students explode with fury and a mad chase ensues. The landing party finally makes a breathless escape via “emergency beam-up”.

In the last scene of the film, the school’s principal makes his first and only appearance in South Trek. He spins around, slowly and dramatically, in his high-backed chair and says innocently, “I don’t know what everyone’s so excited about…! thought they were very nice!” …and no wonder - he’s wearing pointed ears!

Although South Trek was not Roddenberry-produced, it was Roddenberry-inspired. For this reason. South Trek seemed to have inherited just a touch of the Star Trek magic - that intangible quality that seems to strike a responding chord in the human imagination. During the filming of South Trek, public curiosity appeared to be insatiable. The shooting of nearly every scene was supervised by a courteous crowd of onlookers, who hovered just out of camera range. Their repertoire of questions was seemingly inexhaustible. Many times I was asked, “Are you supposed to be Lt. O'Hura?”, “Where did you get them outfits,” or “Does that thing (my tricorder) really work?”. Once, in response to that last question, I indulged in a ten minute explanation: of the intricate workings of my 23rd century tricorder. When the explanation, which seemed hilarious to me, was accepted in wide-eyed wonderment by the 20th century asker,   I could truly see the Star Trek magic at work. At times, however, their questions proved to be a trifle irritating. Brian Wallace, as Scotty, displayed proper Scottish indignation when repeatedly asked, “Are you Captain Kirk?”  Since when does Captain Kirk wear a red shirt with an Engineering insignia?

However, it was natural, predictable and quite inevitable that the spotlight of Star Trek interest was focused upon the enigmatic Mr. Spock. Wherever he went, Spock was recognized with great glee. Steve, who played Spock, felt at times that his supply of Vulcan patience was wearing thin. “If I hear one more clod say ‘Hi ’'Dr.” Spock!’…!“ One Spock anecdote I’ll always remember was the time when Ruthanne, Steve and I were   walking down the street toward the school for another filming session, trying hard to pretend that it was perfectly normal to be doing so in full Starfleet uniform. Since Ruthanne and I had just completed one of Steve’s rather lengthy make-up sessions, Mr. Spock was resplendent in yellowish complexion, arched eyebrows, silvery eyeshadow and, of course, pointed ears. As we made our inconspicuous way down the street, I became aware that we were not alone. A tiny pre-schooler was playing on his front yard…no, not playing…staring…at us?…no, at SPOCK! The child gazed open-mouthed as a pointy-eared Vulcan walked calmly by his house (nothing breaks up a Vulcan!). He kept on staring after Spock had passed him and was continuing on down the street. As we turned the corner, I glanced hack to see the child standing as motionless as a statue - still staring! One of the funniest incidents took place one day as our Mr. Spock was waiting outside during the preparations for an outdoor shot. A very self-assured little fellow disattached himself from the ever present mob of onlookers and swaggered up to Steve. "I know who YOU are!” the kid announced, pointing a triumphant finger at our Vulcan, “You’re Leonard Shatner!”

We were delighted and surprised to have experienced a little of the Star Trek magic, we were not so delighted, and a good deal more surprised when South Trek ran into some bizarre interference that was strangely reminiscent of Star Trek’s omnipresent bugbear - the censors. The trouble began innocently enough. A local reporter and Star Trek fan, Mike Mulhern, had become interested in our film. He was granted a special viewing of South Trek, and the next day, we were thrilled to death to see a short article about our film in the morning newspaper. Ruthanne and I were therefore feeling quite well-endowed in the ego department that same morning when we were both called down to the Guidance Office. Had the computer messed up our timetables again, we wondered?… but that wasn’t it at all. The Guidance counsellor asked us to sit down before he posed his question. “Have you girls seen the article about your film in the paper this morning?” “Oh yes!” I beamed, “We were so pleased about that!”

“I’m afraid you’re in a bit of trouble. Beaver Foods is in an uproar, and the phone has been rung off the hook with crank calls…”

I stopped beaming. It is humanly impossible to continue beaming whilst trying desperately to scramble together one’s addled brains. Ruthanne and I exchanged totally confused glances. The counsellor then reminded us of the title of the article, “South Trek shows a certain dislike for school’s fries”. Beaver Foods, the food company which supplies South with french fries, chose to be deeply offended, and South’s disgruntled Cafeteria staff had stopped answering their phone after the first fifteen “How come you can’t make french fries?” calls. Ruthanne and I ran exasperated fingers through out hair and then looked around for a handy window from which to leap. The whole thing was too insane for belief! However, instead of window-leaping, we spent the rest of the morning apologising in triplicate (to Principal, Cafeteria Staff, and Beaver Foods) for what was simply a gross misunderstanding. The reporter had made a catchy title for his humourous article from one short and rather insignificant scene in South Trek: Lts. Laverne and Shirley contribute to the landing party’s bad social standing with South students by tasting their Cafeteria french fries, disliking their taste, and subsequently phasering the food away. The students’ outrage is obvious and extremely demonstrative, so, ironically, the film actually showed the South students defending the honour of the french fries! Later that day. Ruthanne and I gave a breathless recap of that incredible morning’s events to South Trek’s dumbfounded producers and visiting celebrity. Laurel Russwurm (President of ACT and editor of Canektion). Laurel’s comment, “Sounds like Paramount idiocy!” was full of 23rd century insight!

Looking back on it all - all the planning, sewing, writing and rewriting, filming and refilming. and tedious editing and sound-track synchronization - we’re all agreed. It was worth it! It was worth it to hear the laughter of the audience as they entered into the humour of South Trek. Thank you, Gene Roddenberry, for creating the magic and mystery of the Star Trek world - a world where dreams, like our South Trek dream - do come true!“  

by Nancy Clarke, "The Making of South Trek,” from Canektion #2 (1978)  

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Fandom history: Looking for a Star Trek & K/S gif artist

larissabernstein:

Posting this here in order to find the creator of this brilliant gif! I’ve had it saved on my fannish harddrive for ages, but I have no idea where I got it from. It might even be from a fanvid. So if you have any idea - or if you are the creator of that awesome piece, please drop me a line.

Also, I usually take great pains not to post other fen’s creations without their permission. So sending this gif out into the ‘net is pretty much contrary to my usual etiquette. However, it is my last resort… I’d really love to include this gif in a tribute work for a convention, to celebrate fandom history, and I’d love to properly credit it. 

I will gladly delete this post here once we know the artist.

What is the file date on your hard drive?