MTV just launched their latest effort to engage (or exploit, depending on who you ask) fandom. Described by Mashable as “a new virtual clubhouse”, The Collective is “a curated space for ‘Teen Wolf’ fans to share and be recognized for their unique content”. While some of the fandom were excited by MTV’s continued effort to engage with its audience, there were just as many (if not more) fans that are skeptical about the site. Panic and misinformation spread like wildfire in fandom so it’s worth while taking a closer look at The Collective to find out what it’s all about.
READ MORE: Teen Wolf Fans are Skeptical About Joining “The Collective”
The more I read about this the more flabbergasted I am that they thought this was a good idea. Just a couple more things to point out that I’m thinking about from reading this article:
The original Mashable article actually features fan art and credits it “courtesy of MTV”. That is EXACTLY the kind of shit I would expect to see going forward from this. If people want to take part, go nuts, but recognize that your art can and probably will be used however MTV wants — and I’m betting that will ultimately mean commercially too — with even your name neatly excised from your own artwork. Apparently that particular artist doesn’t mind, but I’d think through whether you do mind before you put any of your work on this site.
Bear in mind also that official forums/communities/tools tend to disappear when the show does. I’ve been through this so many times with “official” forums and the like… fans use the sites they’re offered to build communities, and then one day, usually without warning, the studios decide to stop spending money on them and they’re gone. There are a lot of good reasons why fandoms tend to build for themselves on independent platforms and this is just one of them. Official spaces also tend to go hand in hand with heavy moderation, which means there are approved and not-approved topics, and criticism is not encouraged and welcomed.
I just really feel like this whole thing is bullshit and kind of insulting tbh.
Maybe it’s the old cynic in me, but the word ‘curated’ keeps making me think this is just a way to build their own terrarium of heavily-edited fandom. Just pull back the curtain and point whenever you need to show how happy fandom is, how much they appreciate and agree with every direction your show takes. And so the self-congratulatory echo chamber gets a little deeper, and the same things that make us sigh now will be back to make us sigh again.
I think the article rightly points out that there’s a growing need to find new, respectful ways of interfacing between creators and fans in an era where that relationship is more a dialogue than ever. I’m just damn skeptical that it’s going to come from the same folks that don’t understand why we like to talk about huge continuity errors.
Stiles and Derek investigate their latest supernatural problem at the school together.
I love this for the following reasons:
1) It’s just plain pretty
2) It demonstrates our new collective low standards in wish-fullfilment. Manips of kissing and nudity? Those are for more fortunate pairings now.
We just want them in the same room.
(Source: maybehonestly, via derekandstilesdotcom)
Please don’t tell girls “The boy who’s picking on you actually just likes you”
Even if it’s true, you shouldn’t teach girls to respect that sort of affection.
And you should definitely not teach boys that expressing their attraction to women through violence and disrespect is ok.
I’d never encountered the idea of ‘pigtail pulling’ until I was an adult. Somehow, it just never came up.
This perhaps explains why, when confronted by what in retrospect was very much this kind of behavior, I dickpunched a kid in first grade.
1. devil; the supreme evil spirit.
2. an atrociously wicked, cruel, or ill-tempered person.
3. a person who is very clever, energetic, reckless, or mischievous.
Etymology: from Old High German tiufal, ultimately from Latin diabolus, from Ancient Greek διάβολος (diábolos), akin to Old Saxon diubol (Low German düvel), Dutch duivel; related to English devil.
What I love about this is just how very done that demon looks.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Hiss, growl, etc. Can we hurry up and get this over with? I was right in the middle of a Golden Girls marathon."
Yesterday I had to explain the concept of a pun to a full-grown adult. Not, like, an individual pun - the entire genre of puns.
How. What. How.
I feel like refried death and can no longer deny I have a cold, but on the plus side, today included not accidentally killing anything amidst great chaos AND the best donut I’ve had in years. \o/
Tomorrow I will drink a vat of Dayquil and do nothing but internet. This is my solemn vow.
Dead Man Riding
Frank Hayes, stableman and trainer by trade, and maiden racer Sweet Kiss hold a bizarre distinction in racing history. The pair competed in only one race, and though they won, it was what happened afterwards that puts them in the record books
7-year-old Sweet Kiss was not well thought-of by her owners. Frank Hayes, who had cared for her, was convinced that she could win a race. On June 4, 1923, he was given his wish, when he and Sweet Kiss lined up for a 2-mile, 12-jump race at Belmont Park. Rated at 20-1 odds, they were not expected to do anything special
Surprisingly, the hard-working filly and her makeshift jockey won by a head. When the overjoyed owner and trainer approached to lead her to the winner’s circle, they made a shocking discovery: Frank Hayes was dead in the saddle
A heart attack had killed Hayes sometime during the later part of the race. It was noticed that Sweet Kiss had swerved slightly while approaching the final jump, and many surmised that her swerve had been caused by Hayes slumping forward in the saddle. Since he had stayed on her back the entire race, Sweet Kiss was declared the winner, making Hayes the first (and so far, only) jockey to have won a race after death. He is also the only known jockey to have an undefeated record. Hayes was buried in his racing silks three days later
Sweet Kiss, meanwhile, was never raced again. Though she was a proven winner, no other jockey would dare to ride her. She was thereafter nicknamed “Sweet Kiss of Death”
What a story!!
That’s such a terrible way to look at it, though! She kept a literal dead weight rider on over fences while running hard enough to win. That’s not a cursed horse, that’s an amazingly safe one!
Eliot: Listen, I take thinly sliced turkey, all right? I pan-sear it with some Sweet Maui onions, all right? Then I put a slice of Dill Havarti cheese and another slice of an heirloom tomato. All that goes on an everything bagel, and I make my own garlic-and-green-onion cream-cheese spread. That’s forgettable? I don’t think so.
(Source: fuckyeaheliothardison, via devildoll)