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June 11, 2017

Creation Chicago 2017 - Victoria Smurfit and Jaime Murray panel part 1 (part 2, part 3)

After seeing the finale, I see why Joanne didn’t seem too pleased with the ending. Her character didn’t really get an ending. She became someone else’s ending. Myka became the exact opposite of what Joanne loved about the role. In this last season, Myka’s character was entirely dependent on Pete. She was just the girlfriend (or potential girlfriend, either way it’s bullshit.) He developed this season (whether the development was consistent with the rest of the series or not), but Myka didn’t. There was not one scene (that I can recall) that happened because of Myka or for Myka. 

5x01- she was just kind of there (yeah, she’s the one who knew how to get back in the Warehouse, but that was just a shortcut because the writers didn’t have enough time to tell a more thorough story there.)

5x02 - utter nonsense that i will not speak of

5x03 - for Claudia and her sisters development

5x04 - not even herself, trapped in a telenovela

5x05 - she was pretty good in this ep, but still just kind of there. It was all about Pete.

5x06 - Worst of all: Her “defining moment” as an agent was her “love” for Pete. Not any of the numerously amazing things she’s done as an agent (including saving the world in the season 2 finale regardless of the Bering and Wells ship. SHE SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD. All on her own.) But no, her defining moment was loving Pete.

Disappointment is not a strong enough word.

This is how the warehouse ends

Modeled after “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow fans
We are the stuffed fans
Blogging together
Gifsets filled with angsty tags. Alas!
Our capslocked voices, when
We queue the feels together
Are not quiet or meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or warehouse feet over artifact glass
(Because racethewind10 will add the tags)

Textposts with pure form, fuckyeahpikacha’s manips in pure color
Unparalleled force, working beyond Comcast’s dollar;

We who have lost
With direct eyes,  the warehouse’s end
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Belligerently theoretically angsty souls, but only
As the hollow fans
The stuffed fans.

II
OTPs we only meet in dreams
The Bering and Wells kingdom
Canon, these do not appear:
but there, we the longing glances– 
To the fanfic we adhere

There, is my heartstring swinging

And voices are
In the fandom singing
More distant and more solemn
We smell the fudge that isn’t there

Let me be no nearer
to this Scovell kingdom
Because HG would also wear
Such deliberate disguises
As Emily Lake, pretending not to care
In Boone
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not to that final meeting
In the Instinct kingdom

III
For this is the Leena’s B&B
This is Pete and Myka brotp 
Here the continuity questions
Are raised, here we quip (w starkidnutty)
With the supplication of hilarious manip
Under the twinkle of threeofeight.

Is it like this (asks webgeekist)

In the heteronormative canon
Waking alone
At the hour when we would be
Trembling with Bering-Wells tenderness
Fic'ing lips that would kiss
Fulfilling prayers of fangirl hearts.

IV
The feels are only here
There are only feels here
In this valley of series finales
In this hollow valley
This Hyaenadon jawbone of our lost wishes

In this last of meeting places
We grope together (with the interwebs)
And speak only in CAPSLOCK
Snagging and bagging our tears

Sightless, unless
Our old posts reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate metas
Of future warehouse fandom families
The hope only
Of post-finale fans.

V
Here we go round the gooery
Gooery, gooery
Here we go round the gooery
But nothing will neutralize the feels


Between the Regents
And Agents
Between the fanfic
And the canon
Falls the fandom
For Thine is the Warehouse

Between the conception
And our creation
Between our emotion
And their response
Falls the apple
The hiatus is so long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between fic potency
And our existence
Between our fanart
And their narrative descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Warehouse

For Thine is–
The Warehouse is–
For We belong.

This is the way the warehouse ends
This is the way the warehouse ends
This is the way the warehouse ends
Not with a bang but a ping…