Ana, 37, bisexual, neurodivergent, chronically ill, creative. I love a shitton of stuff and fandoms. I can't tell you *exactly* what you'll see here, primarily because it changes all the time, but I'm always a fan of Rufus Sewell, my favorite actor.
The concept of the NOTP as a larger part of fandom etiquette. No moralizing tirades, no condescending screeds about media literacy, no trying to equate shipping or not shipping something with being better than someone else. Just…oh, that ship? Nah, that’s a NOTP for me.
Hi I play Animal Jam; what the FUCK does NOTP mean in this context if not “Night of the Phantoms”
Reblogging my own post because I guess the Ancient Texts have been lost worse than I thought, lol!
For the newbie generation of fans, the “NOTP” is a play on the fandom term “OTP” (or One True Pairing), except it is a pairing that you have a deep, abiding, visceral DISlike for. It is your “Nope!” pairing, your “No!” True Pairing. A fandom ship that you want nothing to do with…but do not wish to ascribe any moral failing or judgement to people who DO ship it.
“So very sad to hear today about Tom Stoppard who I was lucky enough to work with several times. I will always consider it the greatest piece of spectacular good fortune to have ended up in his orbit. His genius as a writer is well known, but he was an incredibly kind and above all generous man. I’d always walk away after spending time with him buoyed by a feeling that I’d almost absorbed a bit of his magic, his intellect, his wit, only to discover as it evaporated that it was only on loan. I think it was the same performing (and possibly seeing) his plays. A great writer and a great great man.” -Rufus Sewell
“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
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TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
which, they later find out, is her second-best record
There was a decent but ultimately forgettable fantasy novel I read a long time ago that had a single moment that stuck with me.
The protagonist has just won the world famous sword fighting competition in the big, rich capital and is talking to his mentor, and says something about being the best swordsman in the world. The mentor frowns and tells him that no, he isn’t. He is the best swordsman out of the people that could afford to show up to this tournament. There could be a mercenary way out in the mountains, patrolling a snow encrusted fort’s walls that could kick his ass and there was no way to know until he was already losing to the guy.
I think about that a lot, and how for every apparently dominant competitor, there might be a fucking ronin out there somewhere capable of destroying them.
