I honesty get so irrationally annoyed when people keep saying we “flood” (and all the other variations we’ve heard over the years Spam, Hijack, flood, over saturate etc etc) the tags.
We are the bigger part of this fandom here on tumblr, we are the biggest part of the fandom who actively makes fan content for our pairing (Off tumblr too if I remember the fic numbers lol).
The other shippers rarely made their own stuff (except Cleena cause you go @miekhead you make all the stuff), in fact a lot of the posts they did post were reblogs of our Pete/Myka bro gifsets that we fucking made anyway.
We pretty much kept the tag alive in between seasons and after the show ended.
Like of course the tags are going to have a lot of our posts in? Thats how it is in all fandoms? The bigger faction of the fandom always has the most in the tags?!?!
It’s not like we sat there all “Let’s band together and rub our little gay hands all over these tags and ruin them for everyone else” whilst giving it the good ol evil anime laugh.
We were just one of the very few fandoms that had a majority of femslash shippers for once and enjoyed making shit for our pairing and enjoyed the community on the whole.
Yo can we maybe not threaten their girlfriends that make them happy and are super cute please? It stops being a crack ship when you act like it could really happen. Let Mark and Sean be happy. They’re living, thinking human beings, not characters. Crack shipping is one thing, but threatening their loved ones and acting like they HAVE to be together because ‘we say so’? Can you like, fucking stop? Leave them alone, okay? Didn’t we promise we wouldn’t let this get out of hand?
gotta say tho im prrrretty friggin sick of seeing borderline painted as this mysterious crazy disorder that renders people as either killers or psychopaths or generally incapable of functioning in the real world what the actual fuck can we just please stop portraying borderline as the ~edgy mix of every other mental and emotional disorder because it’s fucking not?? these people have enough to deal with around a] being misdiagnosed p much all the time and stuck on drugs that don’t help and b] trying to pick their way through the minefield of their own emotions without the media telling them they are Monsters™
She pressed back against the chill glass. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“This voice you’ve been using, that bright one…do you think I don’t recognize it? It’s the sound of you laying a trap. Of you hiding behind your own words. And I know that the way you’ve been talking is not you. Say what you want about me, about what happened between us, about the shape of the sun and the color of the grass and any other truths in this world you want to deny. Deny everything until the gods strike you down. But you can’t say that I don’t know you.” He was now close enough that the air between them was alive against Kestrel’s skin. “I…have thought about you.”