Dare to be different and learn to be lonely

So. I'm a moderator of a fandom community and obviously I am a fan in said fandom. I got into it because I noticed some subtext on my favorite show and thought the guys looked good together. I love having conversations with like minded fans and I adore how together we can fantasize about the characters's lives beyond what's shown on screen. It's fun to think about slashy scenarios and add to canon or even fix it if things aren't going our way. I especially appreciate our little discusssions when we explain away inconvenient issues so we can keep enjoying our little fantasies.
I am however not pretending we have any say in where the writers will take the characters. So when you tell me they can't ignore 'the biggest ship in fandom', it makes me roll my eyes. Truth is: we DO NOT have any influence on the plot. If anything, crazy fans will push writers and actors in the opposite direction, just to prove us wrong. I know nothing about the actors or writers, but I'm guessing they are aware of our existence. And they know we know they know. But I'm also guessing they are like most of us and really prefer to keep both sides seperate.
Sure, I would be thrilled if the guys would really act out my favorite fanfiction, but it's not why I keep watching the show as that IS NOT WHAT THE SHOW IS ABOUT.

Dammit.

There was a point I was trying to make, but I'm too pissy to keep editing this. Hrmpf. I almost went into a rant about a certain actor probably having wished a certain direction for his character because of real life issues. I stopped myself because I realized I was not unlike the fans mentioned above. After all: I know nothing about him and I choose not to get involved because I want to focus on the characters. So I will follow where ever they lead me, and if I don't like the direction they are going, I will simply make up alternative routes as I go along.

I just wish there were some of the good old fanpeople left who were always able to make things better with follow up fic. *sighs*. I miss you all so much, you have no idea.

I had planned to do a lot of useful things today, but then sneaky_sena 'someone' on my flist posted about a fic, I had to click... and spent the next two hours reading all 32 chapters of what turned out to still be a WIP. Luckily the author seems to be updating regularly:) So good, people, I recommend you get sucked into this verse as well: J2, PG13 (I know!) and sweet enough to get this cynic to tear up: The Quiet Verse by not_refined. AU. 16 year old Jared is an amateur pianist who unexpectedly begins to regain his confidence from his teacher’s cousin.

Before I got sucked into the fanfic I managed to do laundry and finish the book I've been struggling with in the past week Meneer Visser's Hellevaart (Mr. Visser's perdition, 1936) by S. Vestdijk. I was going to write a review, but I need some time to recover first.

Other things I managed to get done, despite losing time:

I covered up the equipment in the attic; the scaffolding is already up and builders will start work on the roof next week

I parked some PatD-artwork in my not-very-aptly-named iconcorner

I posted pics of my old and new underwear in my picture corner

I didn't enter this week's challenge on tw_hush, but for those of you who are curious, ( here are my earlier entries )

And a bonus one:


ETA: I kicked George Eads out of my living room. There are only so many crappy interviews I can handle. So you're straight, I get it. But do you have to keep emphasizing how that makes you a 'real man'? I'm very dissapointed, George. (The latest cringeworthy quote comes from this article that was posted by artistic_sillie. It's in Dutch, but if you want a full translation, just ask)

Wanted to see the Evil Knievel tv-movie because of George Eads, but started to have doubts after reading Sobell's review on TWoP. And although this part made me curious... ( grunting guys )

...after seeing the snippet of nekkid George with horror-hair that serenity151979
posted in the N&G community I definitely choose to avoid it, eeek!