Fandom Love

In all glory of the internet, there come multitudes of sub topics. Troll memes, Grammar Nazis, Flash Popularities, and the inevitable Fandoms.



A very accurate description of what a fandom is.



There are billions of things that could be a result of a fandom. The Youtube Fandom, Dan & Phil Fandom, Supernatural Fandom, Bronies & Pegasister Fandoms, Doctor Who Fandom, and even fandoms for relationships.

An example of a really, really, REALLYYYYY, good example of a fandom is The Klu Klux Klan. They are superficial racists right? But that's their own fandom. A fandom can be basically anything, a belief, a person, a movie, a book, a relationship.

Fandoms have taken over the internet.



My heart hurts, biggest pokemon collection.



And dare I say, that fandoms have taken over real life as well.

THE FANDOM IS THE ONLY LIFE WE LIVE

Yes, our hearts are so empty, that we fill that void with the things and people. Fandoms are the gifts that keep giving. And when a fandom does end...

rip MCR

You can be assured that many tears are shed, many tissues being sneezed in, and many years pass by without hearing from the creators of the fandom.

It takes a lot of dedication to stay loyal to a SINGLE fandom. Those who are fandom hoppers cannot be trusted by any means.

I mean, how does your heart have enough love for 15 different fandoms? THAT IS MERELY IMPOSSIBLE I TELL YOU.

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Anyways, that's the basic knowledge anyone entering a fandom should know.

MY TURNNNNN!!!

I show my heart mostly to the anime fandom. Yes, I know earlier I stated that no one has enough love for all fandoms. But there is a loophole. You dedicate your heart to one fandom, and whenever one of the less active fandoms suddenly start to act up, you show interest.

Ah, Tamaki.

Which is how I felt after the long hiatus (not really) of Panic! At The Disco, ended. The dry era of music had suddenly rained and caused a tsunami of feels as I listened to La Devotee for the first time. I had died when listening to Death of a Bachelor, and I felt enlightened when I heard Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time.

I had dropped everything and listened to the album over 50 times during the day. The week the album dropped, I had merely left the real world and began my road to enlightenment. Oh how glorious was the music video for Death of a Bachelor. My fingers were shaking and I was sobbing like a crazy cat lady after watching a soap opera.

That was a glorious time.

Then after I had listened to the album, over and over, 261 times, I had moved on to Doctor Who.

Me

Oh the wrinkly and warming smile of Peter Capaldi had welcomed me back to the world of time travelling doctors. I was in nirvana as I watched the whole Christmas marathon. 2 weeks nonstop of Doctor Who, season 7 to 9 had shown. My eyes barely left the screen. My heart levels had dropped dangerously low due to lack of activity. I was in awe after the Christmas Episode. I was in tears yet again. Then  I went and watched the 50th anniversary movie. Oh how fun.

I went back online to stream all the episodes I had missed. Where Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi, and David Tennant all appeared in one episode. Oh my. My heart raced, my screams were louder than ever. Needless to say, I had no life during Christmas vacation.

But I have to continue on, to my favorite fandom. The one I have been with since my miracle one day. I had been channel surfing and my eyes had stopped on The Walking Dead. I remember my first episode quite clearly. Glenn Rhee (my favorite !!!!!) had been sent down to a well where a "walker" had accidentally fallen in. In order to protect their water supply, Glenn had to go down the well, and kill the bloody thing. At the time, the zombie had a striking resemblance to a baby sumo wrestler.

Shiver.

I was terrified. But I was hooked. Because of this episode, I have a different Sunday ritual. After going to church, I would stay at home Sunday night and wait the arrival of the new weekly episodes. I would pop two bags of popcorn, close all the lights, holler to my family, and cuddle up in a warm blanket (specially thrown into the dryer for warming effect).

Since this episode, Glenn had been in multiple death defying scenes. And he had become the cause of the many tears shed during season 6.

Oh my heart had failed when Glen had gone "dumpster diving".

OHHHH MY HEART

I had literally screamed. My heart failed me. My face was covered in tears, my nose was running faster than Usuain Bolt. My heart could not keep up with the terrifying scenes that Glenn/Steven had to go through.

I had said that if he has died, I would not be watching the series ever again. But fortunately a few episodes after, and Glenn had survived.

I was crying again, but this time, was happy tears. The Walking Dead family was whole, and the Walking Dead fandom could stop crying.

Anyways, my feels are coming back, and I'm crying all over my keyboard. So goodbye, have fun, cry a little. New Walking Dead episode tomorrow.

 Glenn dies? We die with him!

Goodbye, until next time!