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I've let my paid account expire. No, it wasn't an accident or anything, I didn't want it anymore. I've ceased enjoying LJ fandom, Torchwood fandom in particular. Warring factions and wank that used to perhaps have the potential to amuse me now just depress me and make me turn the computer off.
I don't want to harsh any buzz or piss off people who are excited about TW New Whatever (sorry, I've forgotten, enlighten me?) so I no longer comment on the posts of people who are excited about it. I don't want to wallow in the misery of those who want Old Torchwood back, because wallowing is pointless and it won't resurrect the embossed car or the underground lair or the dinosaur, so I no longer comment on the posts of people who are wallowing. Mentioning that you miss Ianto makes you an insane bot, so I no longer comment on the posts of those people who, like me, still miss Ianto. I no longer mock those who send coffee because I don't care. I don't really care about any of it anymore. As a first fandom experience goes, it wasn't a great one. Add to that the bits where it got personal and nah, this journal can go belly up for all I care. I've met some lovely people, there's that. And that's quite nice. I suppose meeting lovely people, some that I would consider personal friends, though I don't know what they'd consider me to be, makes the entire experience worthwhile. And it's probably the reason I haven't deleted this journal.
Also, I can't bring myself to delete it because there's pretty pictures of Ianto in it. Quite a few of them. Plus, you know, two months from now I'll probably spam everyone left on my flist with lines and lines of academic Mad Men meta or something.
More likely, it'll be a picspam of Joan's fabulous breasts and arse and all the rest of her.
But yeah, just so you know. Not dead or anything. Just resting.
Edited to add a gif I stole from cirrocumulus which makes me happy in the face. Don't ask me why.
Also: Peggy/Don, yes, are you with me? I am going there. And I don't even like Don, but still, it could work for me. See! There's the meta coming out already.
I don't want to harsh any buzz or piss off people who are excited about TW New Whatever (sorry, I've forgotten, enlighten me?) so I no longer comment on the posts of people who are excited about it. I don't want to wallow in the misery of those who want Old Torchwood back, because wallowing is pointless and it won't resurrect the embossed car or the underground lair or the dinosaur, so I no longer comment on the posts of people who are wallowing. Mentioning that you miss Ianto makes you an insane bot, so I no longer comment on the posts of those people who, like me, still miss Ianto. I no longer mock those who send coffee because I don't care. I don't really care about any of it anymore. As a first fandom experience goes, it wasn't a great one. Add to that the bits where it got personal and nah, this journal can go belly up for all I care. I've met some lovely people, there's that. And that's quite nice. I suppose meeting lovely people, some that I would consider personal friends, though I don't know what they'd consider me to be, makes the entire experience worthwhile. And it's probably the reason I haven't deleted this journal.
Also, I can't bring myself to delete it because there's pretty pictures of Ianto in it. Quite a few of them. Plus, you know, two months from now I'll probably spam everyone left on my flist with lines and lines of academic Mad Men meta or something.
More likely, it'll be a picspam of Joan's fabulous breasts and arse and all the rest of her.
But yeah, just so you know. Not dead or anything. Just resting.
Edited to add a gif I stole from cirrocumulus which makes me happy in the face. Don't ask me why.
Also: Peggy/Don, yes, are you with me? I am going there. And I don't even like Don, but still, it could work for me. See! There's the meta coming out already.