{WARNING: MINOR RWBY SPOILERS AHEAD }  

  It’s incredible to see what a fandom can really do to a person. You’d be milling around minding your own business, reading, listening to music, or watching a show and for a brief moment you would be fine. It would start slowly at first, masquerading as the tiniest hint of curiosity, a growing hunger to find out more about the thing you like. Questions will begin to pop-up inside your head and soon after, your search history. Who are the creators of the thing I like? What are their interests? What is their Twitter and Tumblr url? Can I meet them and how? W̧̕҉H̴͞E̷͜͠R͏E ͠DO̧ ̀T͟͠Ḩ̵E҉͏́Y̵͘͘ ̷̀͘L̵͡IV́E?͢͢ Are there other people who like the thing I like? Where can I find and talk to them? Where can I see their fanart. W͡H͏E҉R̡Ȩ ̛CAN̡ I S̵E͢E ̡TH̢ȨIR F͘IC͟? It is at that moment that you are lost, you are a fan. Surrender your emotions along with all hope of ever getting out. Make sure you strap in, the feels train will be departing soon. If you can’t find sturdy enough safety belts, then just cling to whatever other object you can find and smile as the turbulence tears your fragile body apart. Take comfort in knowing that you are not alone for this ride and that your gruesome death will be regarded with awe and/or embarrassment by future generations. Sew your limbs back on with the aid of an ungodly amount of hand-made clothing. Sometimes cosplaying can mend the wounds that fic and art cannot. Upload fan videos, ships, theories smut and whatever else you can contribute to the fandom. Above all, always remember to respect your fellow trash.

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