Personally, I belong to many a fandoms of all kinds of different media. TV shows, books, games, ect. Many of which would be considered toxic, and any internet users most likely know the ones I'm talking about.

I saw this challenge and some of the entries were deep and or political stuff, I decided to stay a little light hearted even though this could spark some push back. I don't believe fandoms themselves are toxic I believe some content creators and fans of such can be. I myself am not a very active fan in any of my fandoms but I could talk for hours about them. Some people decide the way they want to share their love for something is to bash another for having not seen or experienced it, or vis versa be so demanding about how and why its good to people who aren't into it. I've turned many of my friends off to shows before for talking nonstop about the things I like, and I know that was a mistake on my part but I'm passionate about these things. I know many people belonging to a fandom that dare to post about it are too, but sometimes it comes out wrong or their love is so overpowering that only some others in the fandom will understand and we lose potential people joining the ranks.

Passion is a powerful thing but its also terrifying in the wrong hands. (Fanart creators some of you are doing great others need to see some thearapy.) I just want to share my experience with something with others, online is usually my best bet but with so many people blaring about how their right and the other side is wrong its hard to enjoy anything.

Annnnnnnnd I'm done. Rant over thanks for listening. I know I sound like I'm biased. It's because I kinda go between too much to handle and no acknowledgement at all, and I'm trying to fix that.

Ever since I was a little kid I’ve been absolutely terrified of heights. Everyone I knew was aware of it, which is why it was particularly hard for my friends to convince me that the Tower of Terror wasn’t that bad. I protested of course, if by protested I mean I fought as hard as I could to just go on a rollercoaster or something more in my comfort zone. Eventually though, my will crumbled and I was getting fast-passes for seven thirty at my soon to be tomb.

My friends were proud of me, but they were mostly excited about Disney’s array of rides. We were on our senior trip from out of state and for my friends, this was their first time in the park. I had only visited once but that was enough to put me in charge, not that I minded. It was my weak will to begging that would be my downfall.

Seven thirty came too soon and we were inside the building, waiting in line. I must admit, it looked just as cool as it did the first time I was here, and the Twilight Zone theme helped calm my nerves, but then we came into proximity with the elevators themselves and I started losing it.

I demanded that I didn’t sit close to the wall and was between two of my friends in the seats. They laughed at my terror but agreed. As we sat an attendant dressed as a bellboy came around and checked all the seatbelts with side glances and stepped off the ride. My heart was racing. He stood there for a moment, smiling evilly as he said, “Hope you get to the right floor.” And the doors slammed together.

I whimpered and sank lower into my seat as we started gaining height. We went through a quick starry track before we started going up much faster this time. My boyfriend held my hand on the left and I dug my nails into the armrest to the right. Here it was. I’m going to die.

I was just about to close my eyes as the wall disappeared and revealed the open night sky. Overlooking the entire park and even neighboring ones, perfectly centering Cinderella’s castle in The Magic Kingdom. I sucked in a breath at its beauty and all fear left me.

Then we fell, and I was reminded of all the reasons I hate heights. As we fell and careened back up, something burst from me in a rush of adrenaline. I was laughing, like a loon. My friends were screaming their heads off, but I was having the time of my life on a ride I thought might end it. On the last drop halfway down, we slowed and started descending very civilized. We gently touched bottom and the doors opened to the same smiling attendant. “Welcome back.”

We were herded into the gift shop where it seemed only two types of people arrived off the ride. Pumped ones with their heart pumping wildly or ones that acquired a new fear of heights. Two of my friends were on the later spectrum, hating me for ‘dragging them onto the ride’. My boyfriend on the other hand, like me was excited and filled with energy. We left the park that night tired and drenched with sweat but with new memories. I was especially happy that now I had a new favorite ride to look forward to next time. Even if no one was brave enough to ride with me.

Spruce is a stubborn boy in the 1980's. Electronics are the last thing on his mind but he's about to exist soully off of them. Brian is a mechanic working on a project in his school's garage, one he doesn't want anyone knowing about, one that's suddenly talking like a spoiled brat. As they try to figure out how their paths crossed the boys find a mysterious company is after their stolen property, by any means necessary. Most likely at the cost of many others lives in wicked explosions.