kalpurna

You guys, I keep trying to care about the pairing wank long enough to write out my thoughts on it, but I just don't! I don't. There is so FUCKING much good fic in this fandom, and so many cool people I want to know and hang out with, and our canon gets ETERNALLY MORE RIDICULOUS with BILL BECKETT AND HIS VIRILE MANSPERM. I'm thrilled people are writing more Brendon/Spencer, because I love them to death; I'm thrilled people are still writing Brendon/Ryan, because I have lots of friends who ship them and I'd be sad if they were sad.

I am thrilled by every single thing Ryan Ross does. I am more enamored of his hilarious hippie self these days than I have ever been in the whole history of Ryro, and I can't wait to see what incredibly lulzy thing he does next. He brought SOUP to the FANGIRLS and took a sepia-toned picture in Strawberry Fields with his gorgeous girlfriend.

I'm incredibly amused by arguments about canonicity of RPS pairings, now and always; if I cared about canon bases for choosing OTPs, I'd ship only Ryan/Keltie and Gerard/Lyn-Z. (And maybe Pete/Mikey.) My life is constantly and profoundly enriched by our canon; 1/10th of that has to do with pairings, and absolutely none of it will stop me from clicking on a link to a new story by an author I love. I've found a little corner of fandom for myself full of people I adore, and stories I reread a dozen times, and hilarious jokes about Pete Wentz fucking his dog. I love it here, you guys! It's so wonderful, and it's only getting better.

I love Jon Walker and his stupid CAT with its TURNED IN PAWS and its MYSPACE and his beard and his love for his bandmates and their love for him. I love his stupid accent. I love his face.

I can't express how much joy it brings me to watch people tumble over the edge into the greedy vortex of bandom. Every time another one bites the dust, I do a tiny victory dance (it goes a little something like the Guilty Pleasure routine, if you'd like a visual). Suddenly someone will post eight times in a day in increasingly bewildered tones about these fucking boys and their fucking faces and oh my god what GERARD WAY how do you EXIST and I just sit back and grin like a fucking idiot, because yes, yes, that is amazing, that is what I love best.

I love Brendon Urie. I love that he's a MORMON, I love his unbelievably fugly and wonderful tattoo and how he loves it and how music is under his SKIN, I love his talent and his Capri Sun and his energy and his tiny happy face. Oh my God, I love that he's scared of boobs.

There's a particular kind of anger or hatred towards bandom that lots of people have pointed out over the past few months, and you know what, I completely sympathize. It must be awful to watch writers you know plummet into the unholy depths of Pete Wentz's boyharem. I'm sure it's kind of sucky to watch people bask in the squee like stoned cats in the sun and feel like you can't join in, because you're just not interested, and wtf, what kind of idiot wallows around in their happiness like that? What kind of weirdo lays out their emotions on the ground and draws little bartskulls around them? Freaks! And meanwhile, from our end, it's the most incredibly wonderful thing to witness. There's nothing I love more in fandom than people laying themselves down full-length in something awesome and digging in their toes. Oh, overinvestment, I draw hearts around you FOREVER.

I love Spencer Smith. I don't even have words for how much. He's a bitchy kind clever dude who looks like a lesbian and has amazing hands and drums in this lazy, pounding way that's pretty much sex on a stick. I love his face and I love his hips and I love his clever mouth.

Basically, the number of things that make me absurdly, embarrassingly happy in this fandom is SO GREAT that I can't even bring myself to talk about how canonicity isn't the be-all-end-all of pairing choices, and how sometimes, people aren't out to get you, and how no, the most popular pairing in the fandom really isn't persecuted, and neither is the smallest. I don't have time to talk about how great it is to carve out a space where you can talk about what you like with people who agree and how unneccessary it is to try and force other people into it. I'm too busy being stupid in love with my fandom for that right now. Maybe some other time! Maybe sometime when I'm less sweet on it, if that time comes. For now, I'm just going to go listen to the Kerrang podcast again, because oh my good God, I didn't know happiness came in audio format. DARTS, EVERYONE. TINY SPEARS.

Then I'm going to watch the Uganda video again because Pete Wentz holds a TINY BABY and Patrick Stump BOXES WITH A BUG and neither of these things can possibly be discussed sans capslock EVER.

Then I'm going to go reread the comments to the poll I linked today, both there and here, because earlier I actually cried laughing about it.

And William Beckett still had a BABY. WITH SPERM. FROM HIS PENIS. HAHAHAHAHAHA AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING. THIS FANDOM = ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE.