Happy birthday to
helluvalot and
stereomer! If I were more on top of things, I would have fic for this joyous occasion, but alas. I still love you both kind of a lot! :D
So I was thinking about Bob yesterday--specifically, the time period right before he joined MCR and his trip to Europe with them as a tech. He must have loved that band so fucking much to tech a tour for them on his own dime, and then to say yes immediately to giving up his whole career for a chance to be part of them. Which well, duh, we all know that, but I've never really thought before about how much that probably sucked for him.
I mean, it's unlikely he knew that there was a likely possibility that he would get to join the band until it happened, right? So you have Bob, loving this band like crazy and getting in fights with their drummer where he almost pushes Matt out a window, trying to not let himself hope for something he doesn't think he can have. I think the fact that MCR and Brian all adored him must've made it even harder--must've made him feel like he's in their inner circle but still not part of it. Ugh, Bob! I want more angsty fic about Bob pining for not-his-band-yet and getting into fist fights with Matt.
I still can't really believe that the last Weekenders story is finally posted. I finished writing the last bit a while ago, but it took me weeks to clean it up enough to post it, and now I'm just... kind of in shock. I've never written anything even close to 104,000 words before; that story was like, my fannish life for 3/4 a year. There were times when I really didn't think I'd finish it, and I know that plenty of other people didn't really think I'd finish it, and to actually have it done feels like I've beaten something. Writing this series taught me so fucking much, it practically transformed me into a different writer. I'm so, so happy that this fandom led me to writing Weekenders, I'm so happy that I decided to try for it even though the idea seemed too huge for me to attempt.
Since this weekend I've felt far more fannish, and far more happy about being fannish, than I've felt for a while. I'm 8,000 words into a Frank/Bob/Jamia story that I started on a whim on Saturday, and I'm so in love wtih this story and so excited to write some more of it when I get home tonight, and lately I haven't been in the mood to write new fanfiction or to admit that there's anything good about fandom. But there are lots of good things about being involved with fandom, there's a lot of value here, and whether or not I continue to be involved too much longer, I think it's important for me to remember that. I'm really grateful for fandom and you guys. Yay fandom. ♥
So I was thinking about Bob yesterday--specifically, the time period right before he joined MCR and his trip to Europe with them as a tech. He must have loved that band so fucking much to tech a tour for them on his own dime, and then to say yes immediately to giving up his whole career for a chance to be part of them. Which well, duh, we all know that, but I've never really thought before about how much that probably sucked for him.
I mean, it's unlikely he knew that there was a likely possibility that he would get to join the band until it happened, right? So you have Bob, loving this band like crazy and getting in fights with their drummer where he almost pushes Matt out a window, trying to not let himself hope for something he doesn't think he can have. I think the fact that MCR and Brian all adored him must've made it even harder--must've made him feel like he's in their inner circle but still not part of it. Ugh, Bob! I want more angsty fic about Bob pining for not-his-band-yet and getting into fist fights with Matt.
I still can't really believe that the last Weekenders story is finally posted. I finished writing the last bit a while ago, but it took me weeks to clean it up enough to post it, and now I'm just... kind of in shock. I've never written anything even close to 104,000 words before; that story was like, my fannish life for 3/4 a year. There were times when I really didn't think I'd finish it, and I know that plenty of other people didn't really think I'd finish it, and to actually have it done feels like I've beaten something. Writing this series taught me so fucking much, it practically transformed me into a different writer. I'm so, so happy that this fandom led me to writing Weekenders, I'm so happy that I decided to try for it even though the idea seemed too huge for me to attempt.
Since this weekend I've felt far more fannish, and far more happy about being fannish, than I've felt for a while. I'm 8,000 words into a Frank/Bob/Jamia story that I started on a whim on Saturday, and I'm so in love wtih this story and so excited to write some more of it when I get home tonight, and lately I haven't been in the mood to write new fanfiction or to admit that there's anything good about fandom. But there are lots of good things about being involved with fandom, there's a lot of value here, and whether or not I continue to be involved too much longer, I think it's important for me to remember that. I'm really grateful for fandom and you guys. Yay fandom. ♥
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