sometimes i think back to winter 2010 when the sherlock fandom was a little puddle that i loved to frolic around in with the small number of people who loved this puddle just as much as me
before it became this vast sea of idiocy and lunacy that i can’t even dip my toes in anymore
and a single tear slowly rolls down my cheek as the violins flare up in the background
while i whisper
“i don’t miss you
i miss the fandom you used to be”
(Source: trickstered)
This is basically the story of all the fandoms. It’s a natural part of growing up: hitting the obnoxious teenage stage.
this more than anything.