You people make me sick.
I don't believe this.

So you've all seen the light, huh? Going to be nothing but love and kisses and *vomits* pony hugs from now on in?

HA. Ha, I say. You're all addicted to wank and you know it. I give you two days, three tops, before you're wishing you'd never even heard of "Fandom Love." But it'll be too late then. Your haloes will have turned into nooses and I hope they choke you like nooses usually do.

And might I say, I find it incredibly suspicious that this was done during a time when I'm having difficulty with my internet connection. What, were you all so scared that you were afraid to do it to my face? You had to wait until I couldn't disagree or something? I guess turning wank into love also turns backbones into licorice.

While you're all patting yourselves on the back and rejoicing in your newfound (self)-righteousness, maybe you could take a moment to think of the people you've shut out. The ones for whom Fandom_Wank is more than just a community about snark. Those of us for whom it's a much-needed outlet, a way of venting our fears and insecurities and jealousies among like-minded individuals. What are we supposed to do now, huh? Or do you even care? Probably to you we're like ants, or like the goth kids in high school that nobody would eat lunch with. I bet you didn't know that we have feelings just like everyone else. No, you just made this change all on your own, without consulting anyone, just like Hitler or some other Nazi dictator. When someone goes crazy and shoots up the entire cheerleading squad because they couldn't vent their rage on FW anymore, I hope you'll still be so proud of yourselves.

Take your love and stick it where the sun don't shine. And I hope it gives you hemorrhoids.