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OKAY SO IF YOU DON’T LIVE IN DENVER, COLORADO, USA, YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT THE GIANT DEMON HORSE aka BLUECIFER aka CABALLO DIABLO

first things first, gaze upon this majestic fucker:

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and, in case you felt like sleeping tonight, gaze upon him again:

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this is denver international airport’s fabled demon horse, a gigantic 32-foot, 9000-lb statue embodying the terror and eldritch nature of death itself. locals have lovingly nicknamed it “bluecifer”, because we love our murder child

and i do mean murder

in case the GLOWING RED EYES staring into your soul weren’t enough to tell you old bluecifer is bad news, you should know that in the process of its construction the thing was responsible for the death of its creator. part of it injured him fatally.

we welcome people to the state of colorado with a murderous demon horse that haunts your nightmares for the rest of time. we’re a nice place, really

people are divided on their opinions of the thing for obvious reasons, but for those of us that enjoy having an elder god living on our doorsteps, someone has created and runs a twitter account for bluecifer that acts… well, exactly the way you’d expect a giant blue murder horse should

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all hail our horse overlord

shakemedownandout:

hylandbenoist:

getsby:

koolkidseatgreens:

Well ok Kesha, maybe it’s because you’re an auto tuned peice of shit who shouldn’t be famous, you have no Buisness being in the music industry, it’s not even your music you fuck, someone else wrote it for you to record and them to auto tune yourself. And it’s not at all good . It’s not positive either. So complain some more.

I don’t know if you know this, tumblr user koolkidseatgreens, but Ke$ha is a certified genius. She has an IQ over 140 and an SAT score of 1500. When she was younger she would go to the library and do research for fun. Ke$ha is a both feminist and an advocate for equal marriage/rights for people of any sexuality, being a queer woman herself.

Ke$ha is a smart, professional woman, and just because she sings songs about wanting to let loose and have fun every once in a while doesn’t make her a piece of shit.

Ke$ha’s songs are meant to point out the sexism in our media. She treats men the same way many men in the music industry treat women, and she is hated on for it. Relentlessly. She sings on multiple occasions about taking charge in a sexual relationship, of how she only uses men for their body parts. She sexualizes men to make them uncomfortable. She sexualizes men for a reaction, so that people can both see why women are so uncomfortable with their sexualization and also to point out the inequality between the sexes both in the media and in the world at large.

She is judged so harshly for singing about things that make many men famous.

If you listen to Ke$ha’s deconstructed album you will see that she actually has some talent, which may be hard to hear because she does in fact use a fair amount of autotune. This is because of her genre and because of the kind of music she chooses to create as an artist. Ke$ha may not write her songs, but this doesn’t meant she isn’t a good artist or a good person. This doesn’t mean she deserves your harsh words. Some singers are good at writing, but that’s hardly a requirement. Last time I checked whether or not you can sing has nothing to do with whether or not you’re a poet.

You should not be calling anyone a piece of shit, my friend, especially someone you’ve never sat down and had a conversation (or even taken the time to wonder about her feelings!), but if anyone deserves that kind of language it’s not Ke$ha.

You may think that by shaming women for expressing their sexuality and having fun every once in a while, that you are somehow abolishing sexism. That in weeding out the less ‘deserving’ women you are gaining our sex more respect. This is not the case, and the fact that you and many others feel such a strong need to shame this woman who has done nothing wrong, especially not to you, shows that we still have a very far away to go.

Um I’m just going to add, Ke$ha actually does write her own songs. For example, here’s her first album’s tracklist:

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She has also ritten for other artists, probably most famously “‘Till The World Ends” by Britney Spears, which is part of why she’s on the remix of it. She wrote for years and was even the female voice on Flo Rida’s “Right Round” but refused to be credited because she didn’t want her first single to not be her own work. She spent years, starting at the age of 15, writing music before she came out with her album because she wanted to make sure it was all her own and all what she wanted to do.

You can even get all her unreleased music which, combined with her actual albums, is 10.3 hours according to my iTunes playlist. Some artists have been around for twice as long as her and haven’t written that many songs. 

Not only have critics proclaimed she could be a country star if she ever leaves the pop music business (which is showcased on her unreleased track “Goodbye”), but she’s actually the daughter of a very talented country songwriter. Her music is actually fairly well praised by the music critics community and if you listened to any of her songs that her record won’t let her release as singles—“Last Goodbye”, “The Harold Song”, “Only Wanna Dance With You”, any of her ballads—she can write multiple styles of songs. She’s just stuck in a box of what she can release and then shallow minded people call her dumb for having fun.

That’s a big fuck you for hating Ke$ha.

Delicacy – 2, 3, 7, 11, 14? :D

2 – What’s my favorite part of the fic?

Waaaah.  Umm.  Damn, god.  I’m actually very fond of Stratus’s illness, the progression and the moment everything gives way, when he’s collapsed, burning up, panting.  The terror in that moment is probably my favorite.  

3 – What’s the part of the fic I’m most proud of?

The absolute horrifying darkness of it, and the way the villains aren’t really “villains” – more equatable to farmers.  The parallels between what happens to the seekers and livestock, and how all it takes is not thinking of something as a person to be able to do that.  Not in a way that is supposed to draw a parallel between a cow and a person, but rather in a way that illuminates the simple mental step that it takes to treat a person like a cow while not feeling like one is doing anything wrong. 

7 – Were there any major decisions I made about the fic that could have made it go a whole different direction?

Hmm… I think I remember Starscream rescuing Stratus was a very spur-of-the-moment decision which would have changed a LOT of things. 

11 – If I were to rewrite this fic, what would I change?

I’d take out a lot of the time spent on Jazz and Prowl.  A sequel had been intended, but creative differences on how to plot that out prevented it from ever taking form. 

14 – If I were to write a sequel to this fic, what would it be about?

I’ve actually been thinking about this for a long time.  Something focused on the creations.  Someday I do think I will write when they finally learn the truth of their origins. I’d also like to look more into Stratus.  His illness weakened him to a point where he has to wear braces on his wings in order to fly; Fyat likes to tease him about them and sometimes will fly just out of reach with them, but would cut anyone else for doing the same thing.  THey’re sort of the equivalent of arm crutches for humans.  I’d like to explore that as he ages, look into the responses that creates in other Seekers.  

Ask me fic-specific questions!

ladydragon76:

ridiculouslittleidiots:

Drop the title of one of my fics and a number in my inbox, and I will tell you:

  1. What was my inspiration for this fic? How did it come to me?
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  4. What part of the fic was the hardest for me to write?
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  11. If I were to rewrite this fic, what would I change?
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  15. Any other question about the fic!

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ladydragon76:

iopele:

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iopele:

cyborgbutterflies:

ninjarobotclone:

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baskingsunflower:

rinwolfy:

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a-qt-called-kt:

betterbemeta:

oh my god

it’s because you’re evil

you can read this article here and it’s despicable and framed as a “declutter your life and get your kids to appreciate the moment~ by busting ~stuff addiction~ story

but the story goes that this mom was on a trip with her daughter and her daughter wanted a toy, and the parents said “no” and then the mom fixates on how her daughter couldn’t enjoy the ~amazing things~ they saw on their shitty family trip because she wanted to get that toy so bad.

so in retribution the mom on a cleaning spree took away not one, but every single toy her daughter had

and then began crowing about the amazing benefits that on the next trip the daughter didn’t ask for a single thing! and was quiet and manageable and shut up and “enjoyed” the moment and everything her parents wanted her to! amazing a child’s “addiction” to toys was cured!

toys are the only thing a kid owns. they are the only thing they have control over. When your kid goes to disney world or whatever with you, they are not in control even if they wanted to go. They did not choose to go to disney world. they can’t leave if they wanted to. they can’t pick how they get there, or where they go when they arrive.what may seem like “enjoying the moment” to an adult is actually “made to be a prop as a kid and dragged around when they didn’t choose to be, or to even go in the first place.”

this is not to say you can’t go someplace with your kid without it being miserable. I loved, and still love, going to museums with my family, for example. But when I was a kid, I didn’t pick to go or not. I was fortunate I had parents that listened to me and brought me places I enjoyed, rather than just brought me wherever and demanded I “enjoy the moment.” And usually, I got to buy one small thing when we went out, especially if my parents also bought things. It helped me feel like I was part of the trip.

God. I want to bring this lady’s poor kid out to that build-a-dino place and buy them their dino toy. It’s clear they tossed out what the kid actually likes and is interested in for the sake of this “declutter your life~bargain bin nameste~” horsecrap. Now the kid has nothing that’s their own and has been taught that asking for their interests is punished by everything they enjoy being taken away.

And who cares if the kid “forgets” about the toy after the trip? that doesn’t mean they never wanted it or could have done with out it. A kid is a kid, their memories don’t stretch back more than 10 years, a week or a month is a long time to them and an afternoon can change their mind. Disrespecting your kid’s wishes and taking every toy they have (and you gave them!) so they can pay attention to you and your horrible ego trips

like this may be what she says

Had I not experienced it with my own eyes, I would’ve never believed that an addiction to stuff could be broken that quickly.  The truth is that when I took all their stuff away, I was terrified at what would happen.  I worried that I was scarring them for life, depriving them of some essential developmental need, taking away their ability to self-entertain.

In reality, the opposite has happened.  Instead of being bored, they seem to have no shortage of things to do.  Their attention span is much longer and they are able to mindfully focus on their task at hand.  They color or read for hours at a time and happily spend the entire afternoon playing hide & seek or pretend.

They are far more content, able to appreciate the blessings that they do have, and able to truly enjoy the moment they are in without always having to move on to the next thing.  They are more creative and patient, more willing to share, far more empathetic towards the plight of others, and, with little to fight over, they hardly fight at all.

but what happened was that now that she’s romanticizing that her kids now have fewer boundaries, fewer things to do, ask less of her (and don’t kids always have to ask less and less and less!) and don’t get to enjoy the things their peers might like + talk about.

Your kids have no concept about being more “creative and patient,” lady. Kids just do what they do and don’t have any of this romanticization of their behaviors. Your kids have to be more empathetic, because without catering to their mother or to their peers who might have toys, they don’t have their own lives to retreat to now. And sure, they can play pretend. But like, so did I. And I had toys. And just because I was still playing as a kid didn’t mean I wasn’t miserable or was ~cured~ of having no friends and being bullied. Kids do not play because they are happy or healthy. kids play because that’s all their lives contain and if you take away their toys they HAVE to find a new alternative somehow. Sad kids still play.

 I wonder if she’s purposefully omitting the times that her kids being forced to play entirely in their mother’s territory with no personal boundaries have resulted in destruction of her home. But then again, these are her little angels~ who have become good kids~ when they were corrupted by the horrors of materialism~ are even capable of being miserable anymore.

I loathe this woman. Rescue her kids.

I played pretend for hours and hours and hours and I did it with my toys. I wouldn’t have started writing if I wasn’t able to create characters with them and build worlds out of Lego. My first novel stems back to the characters I created from my toys.

The only reason I never did more creative~ things was because they involved my parents getting out newspaper and paints, or saving me cardboard boxes, and even when I did my most creative project as a kid was to build my own doll house. Y’know. My own toy.

Toys are designed to stimulate play. Toys are designed to be played with. If a kid builds her own dinosaur she’s building a character and you can bet she’s going to play with it. She’ll introduce it to her other stuffed animals and they’ll come to life and if that isn’t creative I don’t know what is.

In her follow-up article she says “In that moment, I just wanted to completely clear their room of everything.” She says “I hate toys that have a billion pieces”. She says “Seeing the changes in my children was definitely a catalyst for change in myself as well.”

In her article on making her kids tidy their room she is just the same:

  • She characterises it as a battle that “I am winning.”
  • She gives the classic “Someday they’ll get it” justification.
  • Her husband seems to feel “a mixture of pity and fear” but it doesn’t bother her.
  • “There is no negotiation.  Our home is not a democracy.”
  • She gives the kids no input in what is valuable to them if she deems it worthless. “Papers & junky party favors or prizes are usually tossed immediately (when the kids aren’t looking!)” She goes behind their backs with their own things (not that she respects their property).
  • “I truly don’t expect perfection from my kids. I expect them to listen and obey and to do their best”

She doesn’t give a damn about what her kids want; she talks about herself and her struggle and her self-righteous authoritarianism. And in the tidying article she reveals that her kids are three and six.

Just look at this bedroom.

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This is sad.

NOTE: This post was edited since I reblogged it, and the edit included a lot of important points, so I’m re-reblogging it with my original comment to preserve the new version.

I needed to reblog this addition and I’m sorry it’s a super long post now but it’s so important. I played pretend with my toys all the time because that’s… what you use toys for? My mom saw this post and felt sorry for the kids, told me that she bets those kids now furtively play with rocks, rags, and household items wary their mom will take them away, too or say those things aren’t for playing.

The thing I told her and I’ll add on here too is that when I was a kid, I was lucky enough to have parents that let me pick my own toys. Chances are, this mom didn’t actually get her kid toys that appealed to her kid’s interest. Like how many barbies did her mom give her that now the mom complains her kid never can “focus” on playing with? And now she wants a dinosaur toy that she picked out for herself and that’s too much? it sounds like the mom is more angry at all the stuff she threw at her kid (or that her kid was coerced into getting) wasn’t being “appreciated” in a way that gratified her, so she destroyed it all

like in the end this mom is self-congratulatory that her kids now behave in the way she wants for her control freak minimalist neat and tidy showroom-floor aesthetic how terrible is that?

This is how you get your child to 1. Never trust you again 2. Develop anxiety in asking you for anything, ever
I am so sick of these ~modern~ parents who shove their beliefs down their kids’ throats when the kids have 0 idea what’s going on. They probably thought they were being punished. If I had a kid tell me her mom threw away all her toys, I’d have a shitton to say to her mother and there’d be some choice words along with pulling up links on emotional abuse. What a fucking demon of a mother.

#I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY#child abuse#that’s what this is#fuck this fucking woman

this woman shouldn’t have kids to begin with.

Ugh and this happens all the time to autistic kids too, god knows how many times autie kid’s stimming toys or simple objects have been thrown away.

Those girls will never trust their mother again.

i just reeled back from my screen so fast i think i got whiplash

OF COURSE SHE WAS “QUIET AND MANAGEABLE” AND DIDN’T ASK FOR ANYTHING

LAST TIME SHE ASKED FOR SOMETHING YOU PUNISHED HER BY THROWING AWAY EVERYTHING SHE OWNED

this woman is fucking tyrannical, jesus christ.  i feel so bad for her children.  toys are not ~*clutter*~ or ~*distraction*~ for a 6 and 3 year-old. they are tools that those children use to understand their world and exercise their imaginations.  

The worst thing isn’t even just that she took the toys away, though that definitely sounds harmful. This is just a symptom of a bigger problem.

What really scares me is that she’s so clearly on an authoritarian power trip where she’s the only one who can decide things and everyone is forced to obey to the point where she is the one who decides even how they will entertain themselves.

“Our home is not a democracy.”

That sounds exactly like the kind of stuff my literally dictatorship-loving parents used to say, but in English.

Authoritarian parents can cause a lot of damage and the fact that she has this sort of attitude is very worrying. People like her are not even that rare, either…

what this woman did is not “Decluttering.” I’ve decluttered my sons’ rooms many times over the last 18 years. sometimes that means throwing out or donating toys they no longer play with because kids do grow out of things and their interests do change and things do break and sometimes you do need to get rid of things. my system was always to bag/box up the things I thought were disposable and then put them in my closet out of sight but not thrown away, and anything they asked for over the next month or two, they got back because clearly THEY STILL WANTED IT. anything they didn’t mention, ask for, look for, or miss, those things could go to the dumpster. I can’t recall a time that I ever threw out something my kids still wanted because WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! 

those poor kids, I want to give them all the toys in the world, and a lot of hugs and affection and freedom to imagine and create and be supported and loved because it sounds like toys aren’t the only things these kids are missing out on.

Just because they are children, doesn’t take away from the fact that they are people.

you know what? after I posted my comment there about how I’d keep their toys in the closet for a couple months to be sure that whatever I threw out was stuff they were REALLY done with, I talked to my sons about this post and asked, “do y’all feel like I ever threw away stuff you still wanted?” because just the thought of making them feel this shitty bugged me. do you know what they said?

“… wait, you threw away some of our toys? WHEN?!”

they didn’t even NOTICE! they’re 18 and almost-17 now, we’re not drowning in masses of old toys at my house, where did they think their old toys WENT?!

Ok story time cuz this is back on my dash and I’m still raging at that woman in the article.  That’s not being a decent person or mother there.  That’s being an ass, and if you didn’t want the clutter and mess of kids, then you shouldn’t have had them.  Torturing them after the fact sure isn’t going to lead to a positive mother-child relationship.

So. About twice a year me AND the kids (now 10 & 11) pull out all their stuff and make a BIG pile of a mess in the middle of their floor.  In fact, I believe I posted pics the last time I did this.  It was a few months ago now.  Anyways.  There’s a trash bag for trash and a trash bag for Donations.

I’ve been doing this with them since they were toddlers.  “Ok guys, pick up something and either put it in the keep tubs or over here in the ‘to go’ pile.”  I guide and ask if they’re sure they want to keep something now & then, and only insist it goes out if it’s busted up and more trash than treasure.  Our only firm rule is that what they keep has to fit in their drawers and toy tubs.  If there’s overflow, then we have some harder decisions to make, but honestly, that’s only happened like twice, I think?  And they went back through their stuffed animals and found a few more that could be given to kids that weren’t as lucky as them.

THIS, I think, has taught them to think of other people as well as themselves.  Now, they have a LOT of stuff, but here’s where I’m proud.  We’ve got enough storage for the things they have, and they even currently have a bit of space because THEY have been doing this long enough now to look at a toy they really don’t play with, and say, “Hm… I think someone else will love this more than me now.”  And away it went into the donations bag.  EVERY night before they get ready for bed (as part of the bedtime routine) they put all their toys back in the tubs and slide the tubs under the bottom bunk, leaving a room that looks freshly cleaned.  Hell, they even make their beds in the mornings because they’ve learned how nice having a clear space to play in is.

Of COURSE teaching kids to pick up after themselves has taken some fussing when they dawdle and reminders and lots and lots of repetition, but there’s a HUGE difference between teaching a kid to respect their belongings enough to take care of them and their own space (ya know so they can be responsible adults when mama’s not there to do that fussing and reminding), and being the ASSHOLE the mother in that article is.  Dear gods, I couldn’t even IMAGINE taking away the creativity of legos and toys and puzzles and games from my two.  I LIKE making my babies happy with new toys and games. That article is NOT how you teach a child to be neat and organized, nor is it a way to foster trust with your kid.  She’s mean, and I feel sad for her kids.

God, like, toys were SO important to me as a kid. Beyond just the creative stimulation and a way for me to entertain myself for hours as an introvert, they were crucial to my grief processing when I was too little to really understand what was happening when my brother died. I mean, of course I KNEW, but implications, finalities, grieving, etc. were a bit too complex. I hope these kids don’t go through anything like my family did, but I imagine that toys help nearly every child through stresses and ups and downs as they’re navigating growing up. I don’t know, it just makes me, like personally furious on these kids’ behalf just thinking about being deprived of that tool.

13 and 20? :D

13. Favorite fic from another author?

I think I have to go with The World’s Translated Thus by Abyssal1.  It’s long, and intense, with a heaping dose of language barriers and culture and how language shapes culture and vice versa and forbidden romance (Optimus/Starscream, of course) and dazzlingly brilliant and unique ideas on the universe, with a delicious helping of Starscream torture and angst and overall bad-assery.  But it’s hard to choose between that and The Last by ladydragon76.  As little as human pregnancy and procreation interest me, it fascinates me with robots, and I’m drawn to stories that explore the grief of losing a child.  My younger brother died of complications following surgery to remove a butterfly brain tumor when I was 4 years old and starting to explore the world creatively, and my creative energy at that point all went into trying to understand what was happening and what I was seeing my parents go through.  That hasn’t changed as a creative interest and outlet, and The Last touched me very deeply and is beautifully crafted.  Plus, OTP.  

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

This is the one that took me forever.  I’ve hit a huge slump that I’m trying to claw my way out of so I suppose it was a good thing to go through and find things I’m proud of. 🙂  Also I couldn’t pick single sentences, so they’re small excerpts >>  Also, spoilers found in 2 – 4.

1. (Delicacy – I just really liked the tone I hit with Swindle in the opening scene, he just hit a great salesperson groove.)  "Yes,“ Swindle said seriously. "And you should never buy from someone who says otherwise. Now of course, you should always work with a supplier that you feel comfortable with, Vault, and if that isn’t me, I won’t hold it against you. But I hope that by the end of today to secure your bid, because I have every confidence in my product. I’m sure you came to me because you’ve heard of both my reputation for discretion and also my consistency and reliability of product.”

2. (Lost Wings – I like the slow crumbling of Starscream’s facade throughout this and the way it finally breaks here.) “Shouldn’t be,” Starscream managed, struggling to keep his voice level.  “I’m the one who lost–”  His vocalizer spat out static and he crumpled forward, curling in on himself as he started to weep.

3. (Last Request – Facing death, Starscream displays more emotion at the thought that there’s something he won’t be able to understand fully before death than fear of death itself.  It’s a crucial piece of Starscream to me.) Starscream immediately teeked the sympathy and his field sharpened. “I don’t like unanswered questions,” he snapped.

4. (Crossing the Line – This fic really solidified how I think of the Command Trine, and I really like this line from it.) “It wasn’t all your fault,” Thundercracker said. “I realize that now. I was standing right next to him, teeking him, and I didn’t even have the presence of mind to get him out of there. He loved you. You were his bitchy, demanding, self-obsessed Vision and he loved you.”

18. How old were you when you started writing?

(This is from forever ago … one of the questions took forever to think on and then I was embarrassed it took so long… but look answers!)

I was 13, and it was an English assignment to write a short story.  I wrote a story called The Maple Leaf about a girl and boy who were part of warring families who met and fell in love, he gave her a gift of a maple leaf in glass and I painstakingly drew a picture of it for the cover.  He ends up dying and leaf gift was shattered, I think.  Sort of telling for the kind of things I would continue to go on to write.  

The first thing I wrote without being assigned was when I was 14 and my best friend and I started a co-authored self-insert Lord of the Rings fic featuring Legolas and our two characters.  They were sisters–well, they called themselves sisters, but weren’t biologically related–and each in an open relationship with him.  (I later in life came to the realization that it was actually a three-way polyamorous relationship, lol.)  

fuck-me-barnes:

If you don’t like a work by a fanfic author, that’s okay.

If you find the subject matter in a fanfic is not to your taste, that’s okay.

If I personally read something and find I don’t like it for any reason, I simply close the tab and move on with my life.

And, full disclosure: I do this often! There’s a lot of stuff out there that is Just Not For Me. There are some fics out there that are wildly popular that I just personally don’t get their mass appeal, and there are some fics out there that I feel are absolute hidden gems and I will recommend them often. 

That being said, the one thing I never, ever, ever do is publicly disparage another author’s writing or narrative choices or their work as a whole. Even if I think their writing style is not to my liking, or I feel they they make spelling and grammar errors that are distracting, even if I think the sex is badly written, or the plot is boring, or if I think they have written the characters in a way I disagree with. If they don’t ask for concrit, I don’t give it. I don’t give any criticism unsolicited.

It really, really is disappointing and upsetting when I see folks, especially people who are writers themselves, publicly trashing other authors’ works on tumblr and/or leaving shitty comments on their AO3 chapters. I have had this happen to me before and it really does not feel good. Even if it’s just a “I didn’t care for this fic”, the fact that someone took the time out of their day to tell me so was unnecessary and upsetting. What is the purpose, I wonder, of telling someone something like that?

Fanfic authors write things for you for no money, for your entertainment. They write for fun and enjoyment and to share their enthusiasm about a fandom with others. Writing is hard work, y’all! It is truly a labour of love and I will never shit on any author that puts pieces out there and tries their best even if I don’t care for it. Not everyone is going to produce works that are specifically to everyone’s aesthetic tastes, avoiding everyone’s specific squicks or triggers. Nor should they.

Yeah, fandom is not your safe space, sure, but – we don’t have to treat one another poorly, either. Be kind to one another, friends.