Bitchy & I know it...

Supercarrier: fandom flagship.  Everybody and their dog ships it.  The fandom is glutted with artwork and fic.  You cannot escape this ship.

Dreadnought: massively popular.  Nearly everybody ships it.  You can, with dedication, in theory, reach the end of the AO3 archive for the ship’s tag, but it’ll take a long time.

Cruiser: pretty popular ship.  Not everyone ships it, but everyone knows about it.  Has a good amount of fic/art, and probably multiple ask blogs.

Frigate: just plain popular.  Feels like it could use more fanworks.  New people to the fandom might not know about it, but they’ll stumble across it sooner rather than later.

Gunboat: bit of a rarepair.  It might have an ask blog or two.  A couple big name fans ship it.  Probably only takes a few weeks to get through the entire AO3 backlog, and one new fic gets added during that time.

Tugboat: rarepair.  Almost never seen except as a side pairing to a more popular ship.  You can usually get through everything on AO3 in a matter of days.  You’ve forgotten what it is to be picky about what you read.

Rowboat: less than a dozen people ship it.  You all know each other.  You exist in an endless cycle of the same five people desperately producing art and fic and one person who constantly contributes headcanons.

Raft: There’s two-to-four people who Ship It Hard and a few others who grab onto the side for safety when there’s drama on their usual flagship.

Barrel: There’s orphaned fic of it. There’s unsigned art of it. There’s headcanon asks on anon. Someone must ship it, but no one knows why or who they are. Your friend got a glimpse once before they ducked back down.

Remember when you said we should live with each other and be unhappy so we could be happy ? cosider it a testimony to how much I love you .. that I spent so long pouring myself into that offer trying to make it work .. But a friend took me to the most amazing place, the other day. It’s called the Augusteum. It’s one of the quietest and loneliest places in Rome. It feels like a precious wound , like a heartbreak you won’t let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same, Davide. Settle for living in misery because we’re afraid of change of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked around in this place, at the chaos it’s endured , the way it’s been adapted, burned, pillaged .. then found a way to build itself back up again, and I was reassured. May be my life hasn’t been so chaotic. It’s just the world that is. And the only real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation. Even in this eternal city, the  Augusteum showed me that we must always be prepared to endless waves of transformation.   Both of us deserve better than staying together because we’re afraid we’ll be destroyed if we don’t.