Thread:Yoshimickster/@comment-995426-20151104041829/@comment-995426-20151204230847

I know how to tell jokes. I tell plenty. Sarcastic as hell at times. But I still have to feel in the mood&mdash;if not in a light-hearted mood, then at least in a bitingly sarcastic mood as a coping mechanism.

Have you seen my Raph and Slash collection at deviantART? Is has four pages of gallery. There are still artists drawing them, because they appealed very strongly to part of the audience. That speaks not only to their devotion as fans, but also to how much their story has captured fan imagination. Unlike the ubiquitous T-cest, this was never really considered a "crack pairing"&mdash;people were serious about it, because they thought that's the way the show was going.

Before recently, I at least felt that, even as the show increasingly didn't look like it was going down that path, I could still feel comfortable that my interest was about genuine character-building, and that my fan interest was a respectable and dignified one. After all, I had facts and friend consensus to reassure me I had not imagined it. But then what happened on the show outright dismayed and disgusted me&mdash;my suspension of disbelief had been stretched too thin, and characters were being shamelessly derailed in front of my eyes.

(One thing you have to realize is, that among my friends, I was the last one to give up on this show. Other gave up as early as the North Hampton arc.  I still wanted to believe the show would remain good.  So it was especially hard for me when my faith wasn't rewarded.)

The recent ridicule had UltimateTitan6 accusing me of pushing T-cest, and Sugilita treating it as just another worthless yaoi ship. Good grief, it was always more consequential to the story for me than that. And to make it worse, they started chatting with each other on my wall, talking about how ridiculous I am, right in front of me, without acknowledging my replies. It increasingly felt like a kind of hostility. And just thinking about that now still makes me feel like choking a bit and wanting to cry.

I don't feel like people respect me.