Your apology is not enough. Your fake sympathy is not enough. Your deluded idea that you can change is not enough. I was not the first person you hurt. I was not the last. But you will not get away with it again. We know who you are. We know where you are. We know what you do. We know the characters your prey on. We know you hide behind the power you feel when you’re writing euron. You say you miss writing euron? I think you miss the way his character makes you feel powerful. The way you use him for self insert fantasies.
We know you don’t listen when you’re told no. I have proof. We understand you are not sensitive to abuse survivors. I have proof. You have no regard for the people on the other side of their computer screens. You didn’t care that you made me uncomfortable. And I was sweet and kind in my refusal because unlike you, I knew there was some on on the other side.
And I didn’t want to upset you by saying no to something I didn’t want to do.
I told you multiple times I had a boyfriend and still you pressed me. You pressed me for non con plots, and I’d told you multiple times that I was not comfortable, to which your reply was “I was intending for her to like it.” You messaged me only when you had a sudden desire to write smut. Always phrasing it is “I want to write with you” & then turning it to a strange sexual fantasy.
Please reblog psa’s about this person. Please block and delete and report this person on any form of media you have them. They have no respect for survivors of abuse they have no respect for you as a person. Please.
I want to kiss him. I want the squishy lil tip of his nose to bump against my cheek. I want to feel the dimple under my thumb while I’m holding his face and our lips are moving together, but my teeth keep getting in the way because I’m smiling so damn hard. I want to make sure he knows that he is so much more than just a tall, handsome son of a bitch. I want to show him that he is loved and important and that his past made him who he is, yes, but it doesn’t define him. I want to push my fingers into his hair and remember that he’s been using either motel or drug store shampoo for the past twelve years, but somehow his hair is still perfectly smooth and silky. I don’t know that I want to have my way with Sam Winchester. I want to love him.
(but if I had to choose something I’d say give me all the bitey!Sam and little teeth marks and hickeys for daaaayyysssss. like literally whenever and wherever you’d like to put those on my body, Sammy, just do ya thang.)
Also: funny, isn’t it, then when the only musical I’d ever been into was Les Miserables nobody questioned my status as a musical theatre fan. If someone has only ever listened to Les Miserables, Phantom Of The Opera and Jesus Christ Superstar, they’d never be questioned about the “reality” of their musical fan status. But for some reason, when people have only listened to newer/non “classic” musicals such as Wicked, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Heathers, or Hamilton, no matter how many they’ve seen they’re not a “real” musical theatre fan.
Newsflash: get the hell over yourselves idiots. If you like musicals, any musicals, if you enjoy musicals and enjoy finding new musicals to listen to, you’re a musical theatre fan, whether you listen to or like the classics or not!!