Rambling January Day 13
Jan. 14th, 2014 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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hils wanted "The Coulson Lives movement."
I think the Coulson Lives movement was awesome. All too often, you hear the same commentary about fans, about how they need to get a life (I have one, thanks), about how they need to get out of their parents' basement (er, the house is mine, and I don't actually have a basement), about how they need to stop being so obsessed (strangely enough, you never hear this said about, oh, say, football fans). A lot of people who aren't fannish seem to focus on the negative aspects, but really, we're amazing.
What the entire Coulson Lives movement (and other campaigns that have come before it) shows is that not only are we passionate, but when we're passionate enough, we're a fucking force of nature.
I don't know if the entire plan through the Avengers was to have Coulson come back. I don't know if Joss Whedon and Kevin Feige always had this thought in their heads, or if they realised how popular Coulson was, but either way, one man united thousands of people from hundreds of different places just because we were not prepared to let him go.
People threw themselves into the cause. It was fabulous seeing the photos of all the places '#CoulsonLives' suddenly appeared.
If anyone saw the 'I believe in Phil Coulson' post-it notes in the Empire cinema in Newcastle, they were mine. (I didn't want to tag it as CoulsonLives, as I didn't want to spoil anyone who hadn't seen the movie and didn't know what was coming.)
I stuck those little bastards everywhere I could. They were on the inside of every ladies toilet one morning. (I got in pretty much as the cinema opened. Dived into the toilets and slapped them on as quickly as I could.)
And bracelets! A bunch of my friends got these:
I still wear mine sometimes. Hell, I still have the beads to make about 10 more. Unlike the 'Welcome to Level 7' where I've got enough for another 92. (What? It was cheaper to buy them in sets of 100...)
It got to the point where I was sticking '#CoulsonLives' on everything. It became second nature.
Doodling at work? #CoulsonLives.
Making a note on a whiteboard? #CoulsonLives.
In a shop selling Etch-A-Sketch? #CoulsonLives.
Buying a cookie? #CoulsonLives:
In a museum? #CoulsonLives:
This was the Hancock Museum in Newcastle, for anyone wondering.
I even had Lego!Clint and Lego!Phil in on the act:
The entire Coulson Lives movement was epic, and being a part of that, no matter how small, was joyous.
hils wanted "The Coulson Lives movement."I think the Coulson Lives movement was awesome. All too often, you hear the same commentary about fans, about how they need to get a life (I have one, thanks), about how they need to get out of their parents' basement (er, the house is mine, and I don't actually have a basement), about how they need to stop being so obsessed (strangely enough, you never hear this said about, oh, say, football fans). A lot of people who aren't fannish seem to focus on the negative aspects, but really, we're amazing.
What the entire Coulson Lives movement (and other campaigns that have come before it) shows is that not only are we passionate, but when we're passionate enough, we're a fucking force of nature.
I don't know if the entire plan through the Avengers was to have Coulson come back. I don't know if Joss Whedon and Kevin Feige always had this thought in their heads, or if they realised how popular Coulson was, but either way, one man united thousands of people from hundreds of different places just because we were not prepared to let him go.
People threw themselves into the cause. It was fabulous seeing the photos of all the places '#CoulsonLives' suddenly appeared.
If anyone saw the 'I believe in Phil Coulson' post-it notes in the Empire cinema in Newcastle, they were mine. (I didn't want to tag it as CoulsonLives, as I didn't want to spoil anyone who hadn't seen the movie and didn't know what was coming.)
I stuck those little bastards everywhere I could. They were on the inside of every ladies toilet one morning. (I got in pretty much as the cinema opened. Dived into the toilets and slapped them on as quickly as I could.)
And bracelets! A bunch of my friends got these:
I still wear mine sometimes. Hell, I still have the beads to make about 10 more. Unlike the 'Welcome to Level 7' where I've got enough for another 92. (What? It was cheaper to buy them in sets of 100...)
It got to the point where I was sticking '#CoulsonLives' on everything. It became second nature.
Doodling at work? #CoulsonLives.
Making a note on a whiteboard? #CoulsonLives.
In a shop selling Etch-A-Sketch? #CoulsonLives.
Buying a cookie? #CoulsonLives:
In a museum? #CoulsonLives:
This was the Hancock Museum in Newcastle, for anyone wondering.
I even had Lego!Clint and Lego!Phil in on the act:
The entire Coulson Lives movement was epic, and being a part of that, no matter how small, was joyous.
