" I really did think it had to do with a boat..."
Hello, boys and girls! Would you like some-- 'shipper wank? The *original* 'shipper wank?

Here's the entire text of a recent post on the xfiles community at lj:
This collage is inspired by the fanfic I'm currently working on and my theory that Mulder may have raped Scully during season 7 (based on her behaviour in S8-9 towards men, her inability to call William by his first name, her uneasiness around Mulder, etc.). I've used lyrics from Sarah McLachlan's song "Possession".
http://foxyart.polish-sausage.com/images/012604possession.jpg
~cassie
Please no flames, it's just a theory.

87 comments in a fairly small community, and they're all glorious. I particularly like the recurring "it's those perverted fanfic writers" idea, the canon-worthy persecution complexes, the argument over the meaning of the R in MSR, and the utter lack of actual discussion of any evidence.

Proving that most x-philes are reasonable people, however, we soon get equally reasonable posts (complete with collages) positing Mulder/Skinner/Krycek and of course, the one true ship, Mulder/Queequeg.

Our original poster then requests (with a new collage, too!) that the aforementioned hecklers grow up. The Mulder/Queequeg people strike back, and it's suggested that this belongs on lj_drama-- what, is f_w dog food now?

The moderator steps in to request advice on how to end it all. Using the same 'no flames' tag that started the kerfuffle! Sadly, everyone makes nice, but luckily, the original poster soon decides to storm out. The moderator steps in again, and it winds down (for the moment) with newbies giving thanks that this finally let them figure out what 'ships were, and someone requesting links to less nautical-oriented communities.

I'm not in denialthe fandom, but I skim this community every few days, so this has been typed live as I followed the wank-- I couldn't resist. I *liked* that community because it seemed to be mostly people who cared more about the *show* than fandom, which was a breath of fresh air. Oh well, nothing lasts forever.