Fanfiction. That’s the simple reason. Really. The whole concept has been playing on my mind a lot recently, which is a slight nuisance as I’ve been trying to wring the bloody thing of everything I know on Psychology for the past week, but nevertheless fanfiction has been playing on my frontal lobe a little more than usual lately.
I guess I should start with the basic: I’m more of a ‘band-slash’ kind of girl than anything else, but my taste is mainly focused on the fictitous endeavours of a certain Gerard Way and Frank Iero (MCR obsessive-ness poking through a little bit. Watch out for that m’dears!), but other than that, I don’t read that much of it. It seems that for every good piece of fanfiction, there are about ten absolutly ghastly ones, and trying to locate the few well written, well plotted fics is nothing short of finding a strand of hay in a stack on needles - much more painful and mentally scarring than the lighthearted ‘hay stack’ alternative.
If I’m honest, I like to think of myself a sort of ‘Fanfiction Connoisseur’; the Stephen Fry of the online BandSlash community.”There is good fanfiction, and bad fanfiction,my dearest fangirls and the way you can tell which is which...”. Alas, there are areas on Fanfics that piss me off, to no freaking end! For example, the stereotypical exaggerrated personality. Here’s the gist: Frank Iero is the youngest, and smallest member of the band and can occasionally be quite childish, so in attempts to highlight (and to be funny and FAIL at it) the fic writer will exaggerrate him massively, to the point where he’s banging his fists on the floor, having tantrums and talking like he has a speech impediment: “But I wuv you, Gewarrrd!!”. Such is the curse of thirteen year old writers. Next, is the infamous ‘Mary-Sue’ issue. Those of you familiar with the concept will know that it is taboo when writing to implement a ‘Mary-Sue’ type character into your fic, thus raping your fic of any realism and dignity, and frankly damming your good self as a writer (which is I refrain at all costs from asserting a character based on myself in any shape or form into a fic. Such an act would be blasphemy.)
I guess the thing that’s been nagging me is the ‘moral’ side of it. Is it disrespectful to write stories about married guys falling in homosexual love? Well, sure it is, yet we still do it. They themselves hate it, obviously, and they urge us not to indulge those slightly pornographic delights, or to at least not publish them on the web. But, yet again, we still do it! In fact, the amount of fanfiction seems to increase ten-fold with every album! (INSANITY!!!) It confuses me... sometimes, I disgust myself with how I smile at the meer mention of the word ‘Frerard’, yet I don’t even try and hide that utter delight. I guess I’m not that ashamed of it, because I’m not the only one.
I guess you’re all pondering that title, right? Simple. I can’t get a boyfriend, which is why I find myself so utterly infatuated with fanfiction. It’s a curse and a weakness, t’is.
Until next time...
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