Psylynce

Dear Tumblr,

You are a hot mess. I really expected something like Dreammwidth from you, you know nice orderly layouts that march one after another. Controlled, calm, soothing even. You are not these things. You are like some weird Dreamwidth/Pinterest hybrid. A Frankenstinian patchwork of a million people's ideas, a computer based stream of consciousness, a psychic, knee-jerk cacophony. It's so easy to lose perspective on your own contribution and be reduced to "ooo I like that," re-blog!

Originally I wasn't going to re-blog. I was happy to let other people's posts slide through my brain. It was a fun sensation and an interesting window out onto the media overload our society is experiencing. But then, I realized that in-order to comment I had to start messing up my own feed with other people's stuff. Well played, Tumblr, you and Pinterest are tied for incestuousness. A giant puzzle of stealing and posting what had already been stolen and posted a hundred thousand times before. Literally. I saw a post with 164,000 re-blogs and likes. I should be awed at the potential power, but it was a photo of Tom Hiddleston. This is what people are occupying their time with. Me too apparently because I stole it and posted it on Pinterest. I probably liked it too.

Kieron Gillen summarizes his Tumblr account with "Because there's a certain strand of nonsense that seems increasingly out of place over on the old Workblog." Yeah, I totally see that now. But, really it's not all the nonsense that gets me. That's fun, and filterable. It's the semi-illusionary sense of connection that's driving me crazy. I feel a need to comment and participate, but I am constantly left hanging, not knowing if things are being read, or if they are why aren't they commented on in turn? Not funny enough, or even worse maybe they sound stupid. It's every day putting on an impassioned speech to an huge,shadowed audience whose numbers you can't quite make out and getting nothing back. Tough crowd. Or maybe they read it, smiled, and moved on to the next sound bite. I'll never know. You're killing me Tumblr because I will never know.

That is all.

Sincerely, Psylynce

P.S I see you, one follower! I don't know how you found me, but hi!

Dear Kieron Gillen,

This is my love letter to you, and Jamie McKelvie if you’re up for a threesome.
I've been following you since your Journey into Mystery and during that time I've become very accepting of your multiple personality syndrome, something I find very attractive in a writer. If I’m to be truthful, though, the aspect of you that I have most fallen for is Loki, whom you've passionately crafted with your heart and soul, and then, with Jamie’s hands, aged most appropriately for my demographic (I shouldn't call him Jamie, as we aren't close, but let’s not disrupt the intimate style of this confession of mine).

My feelings for Loki are as complex as the character himself, ranging from simple delight in his wordplay in the most inappropriate of situations, to admiration for his brilliant, layered and interlocking lies (another attractive trait for a writer), to flat out desperate jealously for his ability and willingness to change. Admittedly I am not dead, but I feel stuck in that limbo place of potentiality wherever Loki was before Thor called him back. I too need to change and start anew, but I am deeply unsure of how to do so.

So really it’s not a love of Loki (and by proxy you), but a love of his story and the hope it represents. I would give a lot for Loki’s ability to know exactly what to do in any given situation, but failing that I’ll take some guidance from his life so far:

•Letting some parts of your old self go is not always a bad thing
•Be ready to improvise, because plans don’t always work out and that’s ok
•There’s nothing wrong with putting some trust in love as it sometimes saves the day
•With the right tools it is possible to write your own happy ending

Thank you, thank you for your inspirational run writing Loki. It has meant a lot to me. I will be reading Agent of Asgard and I’m heartened that you have been having drinks with Al Ewing and that he uses the word “snog” in the series’ summary, but it won’t be the same. But, again, as previously discussed, sometimes change is the only option we have.
Thanks again for the love affair; it’s been quite a rush!

That is all.

Sincerely, Psylynce

P.S. If I never get a reply to this I'm going to consider it my first rejection letter and paper my wall with it and all my future ones, just like Stephen King.

P.P.S. I did get a kind of indirect response to this on tumblr. I'm not convinced he read this letter, but he did respond most kindly to my request for him to read it. What a lovely and talented person.