It was never about a TV show.
I’ve been in several TV fandoms over the years. Star Trek, Mork and Mindy, Beauty and the Beast, Moonlighting, Doogie Howser, 90210, Dark Angel, Ally McBeal, Doctor Who, House, Lie to Me, Burn Notice, Firefly, Gilmore Girls, The Office, HIMYM, White Collar, Downton Abbey, Sherlock, Outlander, etc.
I’ve always loved watching TV shows with other people and analyzing the story, the characters, the ships, the writing…I get thinky and geek out. I love it. For almost a few decades, I’ve had my husband to do that with.
So, when my husband decided to stop watching OUAT with me after season four, I came here. Why? Because people out there think I’m weird when I talk spec, talk headcanons, multiship, get excited over a fictional wedding, or watch/read spoilers and talk about them. When I’m, y’know…me.
I’ve made some great friends who were simply fellow geeks. Why? Because you let me be me. You tell me it’s not only okay, but it’s awesome. Because you get the obsession, the excitement, the unabashed joy when a show or movie or book or comic series or game or thing is great. You get the disappointment, the sadness, the rage, the upset, the sick feeling in your stomach when something goes down and it means your favorite thing is about to change or go away.
When Star Trek: TNG went to movies and wasn’t my constant…
When my OTP finally got together on Moonlighting and then the writing went to shit…
When they cancelled Dark Angel just as the cops and the transgenics were at a standoff…
I rage quit Ally McBeal when RDJ went to prison and Larry left. That Sting solo is still my fave…
FIREFLY. No explanation needed.
FUCKING DOOMSDAY. Pink and yellow papercut was my LOVE on Doctor Who.
(same show): When the Ponds got taken by Manhattan.
House and Cuddy. WTF.
When Matthew died on Downton Abbey, I didn’t watch for a whole season. I was in mourning.
And then Once Upon a Time killed Killian a handful of times, and killed Robin, and here we are.
I don’t know if I’ll watch season 7 of OUAT, if it happens. I might not like it. If I don’t, I don’t. I’ll figure things out. I get why Jennifer left, and that’s cool. She and I are the same age. I just made a huge life-change as well. It happens. It doesn’t mean I’m not worried about Emma, or Henry, or Hook, or the Charmings, or Regina, or Storybrooke.
But I’ve been here before, and I’ll be here again, I’m sure. So will you. The only constant is change.
So, I’ve got your back, and you’ve got mine, no matter what show or movie or book comes next.
I’ll get sappy and personal under the cut: