Fandom's worst nightmare.
Yes, I know the Trayvon Martin case was probably going to end with Zimmerman not guilty. And really, I'm not surprised--just really disappointed at the classism/racism/dumbass-laws.
But everyone's saying that, and I signed a petition, and I can just let everyone else beat that dead horse until they get it out of their system and do something constructive.
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So I haven't watched GLEE in a while, but it still got me through a rough two years, and I still love it enough to stay in the fandom (while ignoring the sections that I don't like) and defend it whenever my theater director jokes about taking a flamethrower to the GLEE set. And I also had a few daydreams of guest-starring in Glee and making endless height jokes whenever my character was with Finn Hudson.
Then yesterday, I found out that Cory Monteith (Finn Hudson) died.
Although Nechtan's-Cupbearer!Finn hints that he's known this at least a few days ahead of time, because when I was flailing and screaming "JFKDSLAJKLA WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME!!!!!", Finn responded with, "Well, honey, what would you have done if I'd told you earlier? Taken a day off, driven allllll the way to Cory's hotel in Vancouver, and called an ambulance?"
And I'm like "....maybe?"
"Fuck, you actually think that's a viable option."
So then I have this temporary aversion to Moritz, because Moritz is giant and sweet and awkward like Cory and it kept making me irrationally terrified that he's going to get beheaded/stabbed/teleported-far-away-and-we-can-never-see-each-other-again. Around midnight, Gavin came in and went, "Hey, honey? I'm guessing you're upset about the news today."
"Please don't tell me you're a Gleek, too. That would be WAY too perfect. Also, I don't like what I've heard of recent seasons."
"Well, before it turned into a soap, it was a cute campy show with mostly-decent music. Plus, they just wanted everyone to sing more and hate less. I'm all for replacing bad vibes with something fun and harmless."
And yeah, he commiserated with me for a while.
So I'm pretty much miserable right now because GLEE was a big part of my life for a while, and it probably still is seeing as the likenesses of the Warblers, Kurt, Finn, and Blaine are my actual gods. The worst part is that I've been working on my Hunting the Unicorn fanfiction again to get back into the fandom. Literally--a few days beforehand I've been working on the latest chapter when I have free time.
Then I went to Facebook and found out on my news feed that Cory Monteith died, and it's just... no. Having a worst-case scenario tragedy like this happen to something called GLEE? That's a special kind of wrongness.
For a minute I actually felt like dropping HTU, but then the Fianna went "FUCK THAT NOISE. YOU ARE GOING TO KEEP WORKING ON IT, BECAUSE BITCHES DON'T GIVE UP THEIR WORK LIKE THAT." So I edited Hunting the Unicorn's story summary with a quick "Updates coming soon" notice, and now Wes is hanging around for whenever I feel not-miserable enough to start writing it again.
I'm not even bringing in all the douchebaggery that the Westboro Baptist Church is dragging in.
The Glee-appearing members of the Tuatha De Danaan are pretty damn upset right now. Especially Eriu/Lea Michele/Wendla, who is crying in a corner and needing a lot of hugs from Danu.
I asked Finn H. why Eriu was this upset when she's only taken the likeness of a character played by the actress who dated Cory Monteith, and Finn went, "Oh, honey, everyone thinks that characters aren't real. Either they're just drawings and words, or they're just played by real people, but they're not. They're all alive, just in a different way than you are--if they were really just recordings or bits of paper that you could turn on or put in a box when you didn't need them, they couldn't affect this many people in all the ways they do."
So. That's my upset ramble for the day.
It just hits especially hard for me because I'm in a theater group and I know how close people can get. I've already dealt with one of my friends dying of cancer when almost nobody had a clue she was anything less than healthy, and last year I came to rehearsal to find out MD-Friend got hospitalized and banned from class until he starts taking his meds again. (He's actually doing better according to Hanschen, even if his medical status is still fuzzy; a couple weeks ago, I saw on Facebook that he's lost a LOT of weight and gotten in shape.)
So yeah, the several dumb people who say that all the Gleeks shouldn't be upset because "they don't even know him personally" or shit like that? Fuck them. We have every right to be upset.
But everyone's saying that, and I signed a petition, and I can just let everyone else beat that dead horse until they get it out of their system and do something constructive.
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So I haven't watched GLEE in a while, but it still got me through a rough two years, and I still love it enough to stay in the fandom (while ignoring the sections that I don't like) and defend it whenever my theater director jokes about taking a flamethrower to the GLEE set. And I also had a few daydreams of guest-starring in Glee and making endless height jokes whenever my character was with Finn Hudson.
Then yesterday, I found out that Cory Monteith (Finn Hudson) died.
Although Nechtan's-Cupbearer!Finn hints that he's known this at least a few days ahead of time, because when I was flailing and screaming "JFKDSLAJKLA WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME!!!!!", Finn responded with, "Well, honey, what would you have done if I'd told you earlier? Taken a day off, driven allllll the way to Cory's hotel in Vancouver, and called an ambulance?"
And I'm like "....maybe?"
"Fuck, you actually think that's a viable option."
So then I have this temporary aversion to Moritz, because Moritz is giant and sweet and awkward like Cory and it kept making me irrationally terrified that he's going to get beheaded/stabbed/teleported-far-away-and-we-can-never-see-each-other-again. Around midnight, Gavin came in and went, "Hey, honey? I'm guessing you're upset about the news today."
"Please don't tell me you're a Gleek, too. That would be WAY too perfect. Also, I don't like what I've heard of recent seasons."
"Well, before it turned into a soap, it was a cute campy show with mostly-decent music. Plus, they just wanted everyone to sing more and hate less. I'm all for replacing bad vibes with something fun and harmless."
And yeah, he commiserated with me for a while.
So I'm pretty much miserable right now because GLEE was a big part of my life for a while, and it probably still is seeing as the likenesses of the Warblers, Kurt, Finn, and Blaine are my actual gods. The worst part is that I've been working on my Hunting the Unicorn fanfiction again to get back into the fandom. Literally--a few days beforehand I've been working on the latest chapter when I have free time.
Then I went to Facebook and found out on my news feed that Cory Monteith died, and it's just... no. Having a worst-case scenario tragedy like this happen to something called GLEE? That's a special kind of wrongness.
For a minute I actually felt like dropping HTU, but then the Fianna went "FUCK THAT NOISE. YOU ARE GOING TO KEEP WORKING ON IT, BECAUSE BITCHES DON'T GIVE UP THEIR WORK LIKE THAT." So I edited Hunting the Unicorn's story summary with a quick "Updates coming soon" notice, and now Wes is hanging around for whenever I feel not-miserable enough to start writing it again.
I'm not even bringing in all the douchebaggery that the Westboro Baptist Church is dragging in.
The Glee-appearing members of the Tuatha De Danaan are pretty damn upset right now. Especially Eriu/Lea Michele/Wendla, who is crying in a corner and needing a lot of hugs from Danu.
I asked Finn H. why Eriu was this upset when she's only taken the likeness of a character played by the actress who dated Cory Monteith, and Finn went, "Oh, honey, everyone thinks that characters aren't real. Either they're just drawings and words, or they're just played by real people, but they're not. They're all alive, just in a different way than you are--if they were really just recordings or bits of paper that you could turn on or put in a box when you didn't need them, they couldn't affect this many people in all the ways they do."
So. That's my upset ramble for the day.
It just hits especially hard for me because I'm in a theater group and I know how close people can get. I've already dealt with one of my friends dying of cancer when almost nobody had a clue she was anything less than healthy, and last year I came to rehearsal to find out MD-Friend got hospitalized and banned from class until he starts taking his meds again. (He's actually doing better according to Hanschen, even if his medical status is still fuzzy; a couple weeks ago, I saw on Facebook that he's lost a LOT of weight and gotten in shape.)
So yeah, the several dumb people who say that all the Gleeks shouldn't be upset because "they don't even know him personally" or shit like that? Fuck them. We have every right to be upset.