Hayden R.

I think the scariest thing as a writer who, although having a Tumblr account, does not frequent this site is the possibility of them being discovered by Tumblr. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but y’all terrify me. 

I live in fear of the day when you all read Kuni no Senso and start calling Kadaina your blorbo. I’m kept awake at night by the possibility of Kunshu being entered in a Tumblr sexyman contest. I have to call upon every divine being that humanity has ever contemplated the existence of to give me the strength when the day finally arrives that somebody calls Shirei the fandom bicycle.

Your ability to create new terms for things both impresses me and baffles me. How the hell am I supposed to keep up with all of this? You could call my character a scringledoppler or something and I’d have no choice but to accept it as a legitimate term. 

This is before we get into the tags. Somehow, some fucking way, every single post that ends up in my feed ends up being structured along the following scheme:

(post by X, reposted by Y)

(a metric fuckton of tags that nobody will likely ever use again in the place of a comment)

How far along the path of fandom-brain must I traverse before I can comprehend why this is done? What societal anguishes must I endure to think to do this sort of thing? How high on escapism must I be to fixate so much on fiction (sometimes not even that) to escape from my horrible reality? Is this just my neurodivergence clashing with everybody else’s? The world may never know.