You’re not sure of anything anymore, are you?
When things got to be bad, there was one place I would go to in my mind. You. With you. You were my safe place. But not anymore.
There is a problem we need to address in the Root/Shaw fandom, and that problem is called: comments by entitled assholes. Seriously, what is up with that?
This fandom used to be a safe space where people could write and draw and gif and not worry about being harassed or being told that their work is ‘gross’ or that they don’t update often enough or that this character Dick #1 doesn’t like should ‘fuck off and die already’.
But nope, now every time I have a comment on a Root/Shaw fic I cringe because I’m afraid of what it’ll say. I used to be so happy to create for you nerds, and now I just…??? I’m constantly worried. And I know for a fact I’m not the only one.
You guys do realise when we write or create something it takes time and energy, right? And it comes from actual persons, real life human beings who have a life and a job or an education to go back to, giving you this content for free - and you people shit on it?
Seriously? Because you don’t like the plot or a pairing or because it doesn’t have the smut you were hoping it would? Wow. WOW.
It’s okay not to like something; just close the tab and get on with your life. No one needs your ‘i don’t like this’ comment. No one.
Yeah, I know there are assholes in every fandom, I’m not a naive little bird crying over one or two isolated cases. But in our little corner of the femslash nerdsphere, their ranks are growing. And to be honest with you all, the more they grow, the less good content you’ll see online.
And that’s not some dumb threat or whatever; I’m just saying, this is how fandoms become toxic, and eventually empty. I for one don’t feel like sticking around if no one’s going to speak up against the anon bullies that are getting louder and louder.
Amy and Sarah, captains of the ship
You must be so lonely, how long has it been? Since The Machine spoke to you. There’s no need to lie to me. When The Machine speaks you seem so full of life, purpose, but lately you seem lost.
you’re in my veins, and I cannot get you out you’re all I taste, at night inside of my mouth.
current sexuality
And nothing feels like home anymore