sleepy-demon: I like Venom but there are two or three members of the fandom (on tumblr) who act...

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sleepy-demon:

I like Venom but there are two or three members of the fandom (on tumblr) who act like shitheads because they have different interpretations of the character or have read more comics or have been part of the fandom for longer or don’t ship a popular ship or something like that and I really wish they’d keep all that negativity to themselves.

There are a ton of people who don’t ship Symbrock. Most of them just ignore it. A few of them make posts about why Symbrock is a bad ship and that’s alright too, that’s your opinion—but attacking shippers? Calling them stupid, casual fans, fetishizers, etc? Stop it. It makes you look like a complete jackass. You can dislike something without going after everyone who ships it.

And don’t act surprised when you’re rude to a group of people and they stand up against you. Don’t throw the first stone and complain that you’ve been hit. If you block someone, stop reblogging them and stop vaguing them and just drop it. I’m tired of this behavior. Fandoms are supposed to be fun and have diversity. Act like an adult; either be kind to people or leave.

I don’t usually vague but it’s one person who’s pissed me off because they act so much better than everyone else and are rude to people and I really wish they’d stop calling themselves part of the fandom. They’ve even said they haven’t read all the comics or agree with everything in canon, but still think they’re a better fan than others. It’s gross.

This is what happens in all comic or movie fandoms, though. I have no idea why this medium is a breeding group for entitlement.

svadilfxri: FIRST OF ALL HOW FUCKING DARE YOU Guys, this

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FIRST OF ALL HOW FUCKING DARE YOU

Guys, this is Cinema Sins. It’s their JOB to crap over everything. They crapped all over star wars and Lord of the Rings and just about everything ever made. They’re the internet’s personal seagull. Ignore them.

merelypassingtime: Gendering Venom: A Debate Because I think about Venom 24/6 (I reserve Sundays for

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Gendering Venom: A Debate

Because I think about Venom 24/6 (I reserve Sundays for just thinking about Tom Hardy {Mmm.. Tom Hardy… [No! Bad Mere! It’s not Sunday]}), I have thought long and deeply about whether or not to use gendered pronouns for Venom.

And the result of all my thinking, pondering, and deliberating is: I don’t know.

Canon is that Venom is a ‘he.’ Both Anne and Eddie call them he and Eddie even says something like, “We’ll discuss this like two men.” This is in sharp contrast to Drake, who calls them, ‘it’ and ‘my creature’ and ‘my property.’

In that light, seeing that they are clearly using gender to make Venom a fully sentient being, and not something to be used and owned, I’ve been letting Eddie call them ‘him’ in my stories.

Is it really right? No. It’s a lazy way to build empathy for a character. But, if I were Eddie, would I be thinking deep thoughts about it? Probably not, I’d just run with the male pronouns.

And, more importantly, if I were Venom, would being calling ‘he’ bother me? I headcanon that, no, it wouldn’t. Genders are not their problem. If anything, it probably amuses them and allows them to tease Eddie about how much he wanted a big strong man in him all the time…

So, yeah. I use he/him pronouns when Eddie is thinking or talking about Venom, and in the one story I have from Vee’s POV, they used they/them pronouns.

But I am not 100% behind my own rationalisations.

What do you all think?

I generally headcanon that symbiotes adopt the gender of the creature they’re with. So Venom is he with Eddie, her with Annie.

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svadilfxri:

FIRST OF ALL HOW FUCKING DARE YOU

Guys, this is Cinema Sins. It’s their JOB to crap over everything. They crapped all over star wars and Lord of the Rings and just about everything ever made. They’re the internet’s personal seagull. Ignore them.

cinemasins is to critical media analysis what a marshmallow is to the Large Hadron Collider, and that’s cool, marshmallows are fun, just don’t get it into yr head that yr marshmallow’s opinion means anything

It think this is a test of early noughtiest britishness. How many did you get?

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It think this is a test of early noughtiest britishness. How many did you get?

symbrock prompt: temporary amnesia trope. bonus if eddie has to talk venom out of eating him/his org

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“Please don’t eat me.” He backs up against the wall, staring at the- thing in front of him. His head is splitting with pain.

The creature shivers, as though it had felt that thought. “We will not eat you,” it rumbles.

He freezes. “You can talk?”

It is silent for a moment, the massive jaw moving, but no sound comes out. He stares at the needle sharp teeth, hypnotised. “Of course we can talk.” It says at last. “Eddie, please.”

It’s so soft, so trembling. It hurts coming from such a terrible creature. He grits his teeth and groans in pain as his head throbs in agony, like a hacksaw working in the back of his brain. 

The creature tries to come closer, massive claws scraping the ground but he cringes back, pulling his knees up to his chin and it stops. “We won’t hurt you!” The creature wails. “We cannot hurt you.”

“Look at your teeth!” He wails. “You could- tear my head off with those!”

And just like that, the teeth are gone. The lean, dark head is now no more than two huge, blinking white eyes on the bullet-shaped skull. His breathing catches, a spear of pain flashing behind his eyes, but his death grip on his own knees relaxes a little. “And the claws?”

The claws vanish, and this time he can see them go. They melt back inside the creature, leaving the blunt nubs of fingers. he exhales slowly, letting his hands drop to the ground. “You’re still a bit big.” He feels a bit rude, a bit silly but his heart is still racing inside his chest, his head hammers with every beat, louder and agonisingly painful.

And the creature shrinks down to a lean, slippery snake-form, its toothless head perks up, eyes wide and desperate for approval- is this right? It’s this okay?

“Yeah.” He breathes. “You’re okay.” He reaches out a hand.

The creature starts forwards lightning fast- and stops dead as he jerks back. It wants to come to him, he can see it rippling with desperate want, but it holds itself back, moving very slowly and deliberately, little by little closing the gap between them.

And he- he wants it too. Every inch it moves closer he feel the pain build inside his head, splitting with pain, but somehow, he knows that it is the cure for the pain too. The creature shivers, hisses. “You’re hurting too?” He whispers and chokes as it finally comes close enough to touch.

His head feels like it’s cracking open, about to burst. His eyesight is fading in veils of red as he finally throws himself forwards, hands outstretched to find the threading coils of the creature-

And the world explodes in a supernova of white.

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Eddie’s head is raw. Not painful but full of fast-fading pain. He cracks an eye open and winces at the light- but that pain vanishes too.

He’s lying face down in the alleyway, a pool of foul-smelling vomit by his head where he must have thrown up at some point. Eddie sits up unsteadily and looks around.

Oh wow.

His motorbike is totaled, again. The whole front of it has been bashed in, wheels buckled almost triangular. Eddie can smell the petrol under the reek of vomit.

There’s a smear of blood against the far wall of the alley, the bricks badly cracked and crumbling. The fragments of his helmet are scattered across the tarmac. Eddie touches his head gingerly. His hair is sticky with blood, but the wound is long gone. “Vee?”

Eddie? Venom pulls out of him, eyes wide. “You know us?”

Eddie blinks. “Of course I know you, sweetheart. Did you hit your head?”

“No.” He can feel the surge of relief that runs through Venom at that. “You did.” Venom looks at the wall. That- really is a lot of blood. “You nearly died.” He murmurs.

“You saved me.” Eddie smiles, and gathers Venom into his arms. “Thank you, darling.” He kisses him.

Venom doesn’t move at first. “Do you remember what happened?”

Eddie pauses, tries to recall. Things are a little- uncertain. “We went out for dinner,” He starts, “We ate and- I don’t remember after that.”

“There was a cat.” Venom nuzzles him, “You tried to avoid it, and the bike crashed. You hit the wall.” He shudders. “There was- a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine, love.”

“I tried to heal you, but- you didn’t know us. You didn’t know you. You were scared of us.”

“Hey- no no.” Eddie kisses him again. “I love you.”

“You were gone.” Venom whispers, “You were alive but- gone anyway. You were lost.”

“And I’m right here now.” Eddie says firmly.

Finally, Venom nods. “You were bleeding in your brain. I fixed it and you woke up.”

“See, you saved me. I have the best husband, sexy and beautiful and a brain surgeon.” He kisses Venom again.

This time, he gets a weak chuckle, and Venom leans against him, huffing. “My husband thinks he can take down a wall with his head.”

“You knew I was a loser when you married me.”

That gets a proper laugh, and a warm kiss in return.