lol so a common theme you may have noticed is that I am always late to the party - the fact that I arrived in Suits fandom only a few months after s1 was like…EARLY for me. soooo according to my bookmarks, I stumbled into star trek fandom in 2013. and I honestly don’t remember what made me change my mind from 2009′s “why would I care about a star trek reboot” to binging fic…but I’m pretty sure it’s because my dash lit up with these two assholes on the press tour for Into Darkness and that was that. I don’t think *rps* has ever been what gotten me into the canon before, wtf.
I’m super jaded about rps, ok? like, on one hand, this is the last remaining secret from my sister about my fan life…she came to me one time and was like, my neighbor’s daughter writes fanfic about real people, that’s weird and different from what you do and wrong, right? and I was all *shiftyeyes* *sweating*. but in fandom life, I have no shame or embarrassment about rps. at the same time, like…rps has never given me religion before, ok? like, I’ll appreciate the canon fodder for rps ships but like…for the most part, rps is not something I take seriously to the point where I could headcanon and actually *believe* in a ship that isn’t reality. it’s storytelling with convenient bodies (heh, that sounds so much worse, actually…)
except, these motherfuckers. these assholes. like I am EMBARRASSED by the fact that they light up the otp part of my brain. I stare at gifsets and get that giddy floaty MFEO glow, ok? and it’s crazy. I do not fold myself tin hats for a living, ok? like, even if it’s a thing that’s ever happened, it’s not ANY OF MY BUSINESS, ok?? and yet. AND YET, THEY GIVE ME THE FEELINGS. I won’t call them an otp because I am so MORTIFIED at myself for these FEELINGS that I shouldn’t have.
in conclusion, yes, I ship it. a lot. and giddily. goddammit.
