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If you do want to keep ship wars out of the fandom, it would probably be a good idea to not tag what is effectively your own ship hate into ship tags themselves. If you've been having problems in the Mercy76 tag and want people there to take notice of your frustrations, please keep it to that tag.

I'm not saying that people haven't been causing problems with this, since I don't follow the Mercy76 tag, but the hate you're describing hasn't been in the Reaper76 tag itself. (I kinda keep track of it religiously and haven't seen anything of this nature.) If you're having a really big problem with the people ship-hating in the Mercy76 tag, please bring it up with them individually; you don't need to involve an entire group of shippers in the drama. That is what starts ship wars in the first place, after all.

Glad this was said.

anti rant incoming

you know what? im gonna be honest, i don’t check the shimadacest tag anymore. there is literally no fucking point when i can’t scroll past 5 posts without seeing some vile smug piece of shit spouting off the same tired lick of trash we’ve been putting up with since day one.

i am so fucking over it, and i wanna tell you EXACTLY what i see going on:

these antis fuck up ship tags for NO OTHER REASON than PERSONAL GAIN. it makes them FEEL GOOD to convince themselves they’re fighting the “right fight.” they ENJOY the drama, the way it makes their follower count go up, the hundreds of notes they get on posts that put their nature as hateful human beings on full display. they make the CONSCIOUS DECISION to post shitty things under the guise of some white knight bullshit get-up, acting like they give a fuck about victims of incest. but make NO MISTAKE, the motivation of antis who post in ship tags is absolutely, 100%, beyond any doubt, COMPLETELY self-serving, and it fucking disgusts me.

i am a victim. i have triggers. HOWEVER, i am also a denizen of the internet, and as such, i recognize it is MY RESPONSIBILITY to take care of myself by actively avoiding content i know will hurt me. that said, i think i speak for many fellow victims when i say I DO NOT. NEED. ANYONE. BULLYING OTHER PEOPLE into tailoring THEIR OWN CONTENT to MY liking.

do i wish more people would tag appropriately? YES.

does it fuck my shit up when i stumble on content i find personally triggering or harmful? YES.

do i need an army of misguided vigilante brats out there raining hatred down on people who post content that triggers me? NO. N. FUCKING. O.

i ship incest as a way to cope with my past, and it fucking messes with me knowing there are people on this site bullying and harassing MY FRIENDS for no other reason than that they ship incest too.

and THAT is why i stay the fuck out of the shimadacest tag.

i don’t care that you don’t like what i ship. hate all you want - it’s your right and no one is trying to change that. but for fucks sake, just keep it OUT of the ship tags, and PLEASE, CONSIDER THE FACT that by posting your nasty myopic vitriol in the shimadacest tag, you are HARMING, NOT HELPING.

so please.

STOP.

Would you say that it has overtaken you?

Overwatch has taken me

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Chapter 1(part 1):New Places, New Faces

 Amelie's POV 

 I got woken up around 6:30 am, by the blonde from yesterday."Good Morning! I brought you your  schedule, and some clothes you can borrow!"She says happily. I nod groggily. She helpsz me out of bed and shoves me the clothes."I can only hope we're the same bra size."She smiles. I walk into the small bathroom in the medbay. I shut the door and lock it. I dress in the clothes she gave me. She gave me a short high waist black skirt, a tight purple t-shirt, a clean pair of deep blue, underwear, a matching bra to top it off, and a pair of black flats. All surprisingly fit comfortably. My hair is down, so I'll have to ask her for a hair tie. Overall I look pretty good, even if I look like a blueberry.  I walk out to see her talking with a guy. He has dark chocolate skin, and curly hair. He wears a black hoodie, black jeans, and black converse."May I have a hair tie?"I requested."Of course!"She chuckled. She pulled one off her wrist and handed it to me."Thanks...uhm"I mumbled the last part not knowing what her name is."Oh my, I never told you my name! I'm Angela!"Angela quipped out. I nod in acknowledgement to her statement. I look over at the guy that was in the room."Oh yeah, that's Gabri-"She was cut off by the guy."I can introduce my self. I'm Gabriel Reyes, and I'll be one of your guides here."He let out what I believe to be a growl at the last part."Oh okay. I'm Amelie Lacoix."I introduce myself. I held out my hand for him to shake and he takes it giving it light shake. Then someone bursts through the door."Sorry I'm late, I had to fix my hair."The guy grins. He wore a grey shirt, blue jeans, and the most revolting lime Nike sneakers. His accent was French, and I wonder how one of my own be a thing like that."Uh...Bonjour, I'm Amelie..."I introduce myself, sticking my hand out for him to shake."Ahhh, Bonjour je'ampelle Gerard."he introduces himself in French and takes my hand lightly in his own, planting a kiss on it. I make a face of disgust and pull my hand away rather quickly."Vas te faire encule , la con dégoûtant."I spit out venom at him. That was the 1st most disgusting thing that's ever happened to me, what a creep."Oh, mon cher. Vous me aimez assez tôt."He chided, those words sent the unpleasant kind of shivers down my spine. The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife."Oooooookay then. I have to head out, you two play nice. I don't want to hear about Amelie being harassed during a fight."Angela chirps uncomfortably and struts out. 

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The two boys and I are walking silently to homeroom, I feel eyes on me everywhere I go. Gabriel leads me up to the teacher, who is the monkey from before."Oh, Mr. Reyes. How can I help you?"The monkey asks."Hey Mr. Winston. The new chica, is here and we need to know where she sits."Gabriel explains."She sits next Jamison."Mr. Winston replies."Aw, guess we won't be sitting together mon amour."Gerard winks. I just roll my eyes."Luckily you'll be sitting at my table."Gabriel added. I nod and follow Gabriel to a table in the back. Two boys are sitting there already. One lanky looking one with spiky blonde hair and punky type outfit on, and across from him is fluffy boy with white hair in an undercut that's pulled back in a ponytail in a sweater with a pig on it. Gabriel sits down next to fluffy, and I sit down next to spiky."Good'ay mate! I'm Jamison Fawkes, but you can just call me Jamie. The big guy right there is my boyfriend Mako Rutledge!"Spiky or Jamie boasts in an introduction."I'm Amelie."I mutter."Pleased to meet ya! So Amelie, who ya gonna sit with at lunch? Gabi, Mako, and I have this great place outside we hang out at during lunch, you should sit with us, cause you seem cool! So who's your host? Is it Gabi? Has he shown you your dorm? Have you gotten a dormie-"Jamison's rambling ended when Gabriel told him to shut up."I think I'll take you up on that offer of sitting with you at lunch."I mused, this Jamison is pretty entertaining."Or. You can sit with me!"A voice butted in next to me. I internally groan, I see everyone at our table's moods go down."What do you Retard?"I snarled."The names Gerard, mon amour~! And what I want is you! Why hang out with the imbeciles when you can hang out with moi?"He was determined set me off."I think she got your name right the first time."Mako butted in quietly."What did you say fatty?"Gerard teases. I furrow my brows. This man has a complete lack of human respect. I looked at Mako who was looking down at his thumbs. Jamie looked like he was about to explode. Before Jamie could say something, I took this opportunity."If I have lunch with you, will you leave them alone?"I even cringed at my offer, but I can't stand bullies. Gerard had slimy little smirk that made me want to punch him so hard in the dick."Oui I'll leave them alone. See you later,mon amour!" He sang as he walked away."You didn't just..."Gabriel looked at me wide eyed."I can't stand people who act like that, but if he's bullying people I'll stop it at any cost."I stated."Sheila, your putting yourself through hell for Mako...CONSIDER US BEST FRIENDS!"Jamie yelled hugging me. I let out a small giggle. 

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I've done my first 4 periods and now it's lunch. I'm following Retard to the lunchroom. I get in line and get my food. I get a salad with bleu cheese dressing, apple slices, and chocolate milk. When I get to the cashier, I pull out my schedule to be scanned, but Retard beats me to it and pays for it."I could've bought it myself."I huff."I don't get a merci?"He asks as I follow him to a table in the middle of the room. He sits down and unfortunately I sit next to him. I look around the table and see the rest of them are boys."Wow Gee, I didn't know you liked blueberries that much!"One laughs. The others start to snicker."Hey now, she's my girlfriend. So don't be mean."He chuckled. My eyebrows crease, and my eye starts to twitch."G-Girlfriend?"I seethe. He places his dirty paw on my thigh and leans over and whispers in my ear."We wouldn't want anything unfortunate to happen to your friends, right? Oh what a tragedy it would be if their new friend betrayed them."Gerard hisses. I nod, and start picking at my food. Glad I didn't pay for it myself."Yeah, her skin is from a rare condition. It's pretty boring."Gerard discussed. Him and his friends were chatting away while I was quiet and played with my food."Isn't that right babe?"Gerard asks."Hm?"I hum in confusion. He sighed, and smack my arm quite hard, if I didn't know better his dead body would have been on the table in 3 seconds."We asked you a question, dumbass. What's your talent?"Gerard scoffed."I'm skilled in ballet, and combat..."I mumbled."So that means your flexible?"One of them catcalls."Why don't you come over here and see?"I grin. He walks over and I stand up in front of him I grab my chocolate milk and pour it on his head.  He grabs my salad and dumps dressing and all on top of me, soon enough the entire tables in a food fight.

 Anyways, this leads other tables to join, I pick up a sandwich and throw it at the cheerleader who just threw a bowl of spaghetti at me when it hits someone who recognize to be the vice-principal. The room turns deathly silent as some turkey from the sandwich slides off her face."Who threw it."She asked. As someone who owns up to everything, I'll have to own up to this one."Me."I admit in a solemn tone. She stomps over to me and grabs my arm and drags me out to the hallway."I want a story now. Tell me the truth and your punishment wont get worse."She ordered, I nod."I was sitting with Gerard and they asked me what my talents were, and I told them ballet and combat. One of them proceeded to catcall me and as out of anger I poured chocolate milk on his head and accidentally started a food fight."I described the whole scene."You are off the hook. Go to your dorm and clean up."She decides after a minute."Merci-beaucoup madame, but why?"I inquired."Boys will act like dogs, if they do not learn their lesson they will never learn at all."She concludes our chat. I head to my dorm, I was shown my dorm before school. My roommate is a brit named Lena. Angela had some clothing she bought online brought to my room, so I wouldn't go naked for the time between now and when I go shopping.

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 I've been hanging in my dorm with Lena, after going to my last to classes. She grabs her guitar and walks out saying she's gonna go play in the courtyard and get some fresh air. I nod, and return to my book that I need to catch up on for English. 

 A/N:Sorry everything is so run on. I just had a blast of inspiration today and sat myself down and wrote for about an hour or two. I'll try and post chapters often. My motto is "Don't release a chapter until you've started the next, or else you'll lose interest, ideas, and time and you'll get hella lazy." So I hope you all are liking the story! Cause I love writing this! Thanks for the love!

Wattpad:harucantread

Ao3:Overlovewatch

prologue:http://skittlehaireddino.tumblr.com/post/147805118560/overwatch-academy-prologue

Chapter 1(part 2):http://skittlehaireddino.tumblr.com/post/149346834500/overwatch-academy-new-places-new-faces-part-2

Dear fellow Overwatch fans,(warning, some cursing)

We are a fandom gaining popularity very quickly. This is the time where we don't want to mess up what we will become. So here is where I'll start. Overwatch shipping wars are so fucking ridiculous. The game is praised for it's diverse set of characters with different backgrounds. If you ship Mercy76, it's not your job to make people who ship Pharmercy feel bad. And if you ship Pharmercy, it's not your job to make Mercy76 shippers feel bad. Also news flash, shipping straight ships doesn't make you homophobic, and you don't have to be straight to ship straight ships. I see this so god damn much and it makes me angry. I am a Bisexual girl, and I ship straight ships, and gay ships, and all that nice stuff. Just because it's gay, doesn't mean it's superior, just cause it's straight doesn't mean it's superior. Another thing, can we not be a cancerous bleach machine? I have left, and stayed away from fandoms because of annoying fans. An example of a fandom I never will join is Supernatural, and this is my opinion and experience, no hate towards anyone in the fandom or towards the fandom itself. I was talking to someone about how I just didn't think I'd like supernatural cause it's a little too mainstream and I see way too many things for it, and a fan of the show started cursing me out cause she thought I was bashing it. She was really rude, and I checked out her profile, and I saw so many convos where she just hated people for not liking what she liked. So, let's not be like that. I want the OW fandom to be a place for anyone and everyone. Overwatch is a game of diversity, and our fandom should be too. We welcome everyone with arms so wide fucking open that they fall off before we can give them a hug. If someone doesn't feel welcomed into the fandom, I will make sure that they get a god damned gift basket so they feel fucking welcomed. That's all I wanted to say. Love, D.Va (If this means anything to anyone out there, I'd appreciate a reblogs, and likes to spread the message)

Mercy76 haters

Hater: mercy76 is bad, it's wrong. Don't ship it. I don't get it.

Me: ...

Me: ....

Me: .....

Me: Why is it wrong?

Hater: Cause Reaper76 is right and it's real.

Me: Yeah I love the smut scene where they want to kill each other and end up causing corruption and controversy in international safety task force that's supposed to save lives, and then they both "die" and have a beef between each other until the end of time. That smut was so hot.

Hater: Don't hate on my ship

Me: Then don't try and sink mine*mic drop*

(Sorry, I just saw the mercy76 tag and saw some people hating it. If you don't like it then discuss it with people who care. The Overwatch fandom is new and doesn't need the cancerous ship wars and annoying fans like other fandoms. Overwatch's main element is fun, can we please keep it that way?)ps I actually like reaper76 and mercy76 so I'm not hating on either

PPS took off the reaper76 tag cause someone didn't appreciate it. Sorry if anyone is offended by this. I didn't try and attack reaper76,but I want people to stop attacking mercy76 personally.