Aha, you guys. What do I spot on the horizon? Another day off! Except that my day off is already here. It's Friday now! THAT'S RIGHT I LIVE IN THE FUTURE. In the two hours I have been awake, I have a) made butter (yes, that's right. Made butter) b) eaten breakfast and c) read some seriously wonderful fic that made my day. Further plans include going to the library, having lunch with my mother and writing. My life: it is so exciting.
Recently I have been experiencing one of those overwhelming waves of fannishness. I would call it New Fandom Glow, except that it isn't just figure skating. It's, um -- everything. New The Young Veins music! I love that song! I love the video! I love Jon's voice at the beginning where he goes, "Hello! We are The Young Veins," because he is clearly attempting to be suave. I love thinking about Ryan and Z's relationship! I even read two Adam Lambert primers yesterday! That dude, he is more than okay and his family is insane! I love everyone on the Internet!
... this is what being Stephane Lambiel must be like every day.
Idk, you guys. Every time I read Johnny Weir's interviews I just stop and think, "I love him so much," because I do. He is
articulate and charming when he wants to be! That Adam Rippon guy, I think he is cute too! And also,
Brian Orser. Because of that post I stayed up way too late yesterday watching the most embarrassing Korean air-conditioning commercial ever. Idk, you guys.
Therefore you should read
this story about Adam Rippon, and Brian Orser, and coming out in the figure skating world. And
this Johnny/Stephane fic, which is basically my new canon. This is me reccing stuff, by the way! I hope you make it past that long rambly bit at the top and actually READ THESE STORIES, because your life will be greatly enriched if you do. Yes. ♥
In conclusion, everyone should write more stories about Ryan and Z and Stephane Lambiel and Adam Rippon and Kim Yu-Na, and my brain is shorting out now from the sheer amount of fannish glee I have. IT'S LIKE ENTERING FANDOM ALL OVER AGAIN.