The autistic fans of american shitty overrated "producer" and "DJ" Marshmello aka Trashmello. Their typical behaviour is being childish, immature and typing cringe-worthy comments with lots of grammar errors. They will do anything to suck trashmello's cock, and they believe marshmello is the best DJ on earth. They will listen to anything that marshmello releases. If marshmello just copied some trap/future bass sample from somewhere on youtube and added shitty melody and beat in it, mellotards would be still listening and worshipping the shit out of it.
Typical mellogang: "OMG MARSHMELLO THE BEST DJ ON EARTH, FUCK ALL HATERS! ANYONE WHO DOESNT LIKE MARSHMELLO OBVIOUSLY HAS NO TASTE IN MUSIC, MY MUSIC TASTE IS BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE! MARSHMELLO IS THE ONLY BEST AND ALL OTHER DJS ARE FUCKING TRASH!"
A phenomenon in film/television series, most notably streaming series, where the main premise is drawn out to such a point that it takes an entire season or more to get the parts of the series the audience is actually interested in seeing.
For example, if a series is titled "Surf Dracula," a majority of viewers would tune in expecting to see Dracula surfing by the first or second episode. However, the entire first season would instead be tedious padding and backstory before finally ending with Dracula surfing in the last five minutes of the season finale.
I watched "Smallville" on Netflix the other day. Dude, it was ten seasons of filler before he finally flew! Major Surf Dracula Syndrome!
Finding your way back to the truth by fixing on one verified fact and working out from there, the way you navigate by the North Star when everything around you is spinning.
Rumours were flyingeverywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.