March 7th, 2006

[baseball] sweet lou

matching capes ftw!

So I'm watching the bathroom scene in Veronica Mars 2.09 while grinning so hard my face hurts because that moment is pure joy filtered through the insanity of male testosterone.

Sometimes I do love boys. Albeit, fictional ones. They are so wee and teenaged and forging bonds of brotherhood while beating the crap out of each other. Awwwww. ♥ I just want to pet them.

But above all I am beginning to realize my own desperate need for someone to tell me there is Weevil/Logan/Veronica fic in the world. There's a reason I leech so much bliss from guy/girl/guy OT3s--more than any other category of ship in fandom. Because boys are boys and boys can be homoerotic but when there's a girl with bitch boots strong enough to clobber some sense into the mix but made to fit her feet fashionably...well, that's just the best thing ever. Here it's even better because they are young and not young-looking people with centuries of issues. Not that I don't enjoy issues. I do. But I enjoy crime-fighting hijinks for great sex justice even more.

On the other hand, I know I always grit my teeth when some new person stumbles into one of my fandoms with demands and complaints on the fanfic. "Look, you little bitch, you don't know what it's like. I'm working two jobs and got kids to support and you want THIS pairing? Well, sorry. I only got time to write a different pairing. You come back and talk to me about pairing fic when life ain't so easy, okay? AIGHT?!"

Of course I could stop running away in fear from that giddy feeling in my gut that is directly tied to the sneaky voice in my head saying, "You know you want to. Wriiiiiiiiite it. Doooooooo it. You loooooooove it." But: no. I must be strong. I must fight on! I will just continue to ride out my unproductive nature until apathy sets in.

Note 1: Oh yeah, I am watching Veronica Mars finally and wondering why more people didn't tie me to a chair and tape my eyelids back to force me to catch up. I guess I'm just not good enough? Only hecatehatesthat gets my gratitude for this.

Note 2: My internet is still being a major priss and making sure that wireless gums up the works. I am sometimes able to leech off my neighbors, yay, but it's getting old, sitting in the kitchen because that's where the signal is the highest.

ETA: I don't think I'm going to ever going to stop rewatching this scene in order to finish the episode. It should not be so cute but somehow it really, really is. Or maybe I am a bad person.