‘THE TALES OF A FANGIRL’
(to the tune of ‘Colours of the Wind’ from Pocahontas)
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You think I’m a fangirling savage
I “obsess over too much”
Well, I guess you can think so.
But what you cannot see,
Is that there just seems to be
Such underlying subtext you don’t know
You don’t know
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You think you know whatever thing you’re watching
You think you know the things in books you read
But I know every ship and every hint now
All the heated, subtle, sly and sexual needs.
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You watch and read but to you, truly sadly,
The ships are all as canon as they go,
But if you walk the footsteps of a fangirl
You’ll understand that nothing’s ever hetero.
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Have you ever seen the eye sex between Dean and Cas
Or the way that Arthur looks at his “best friend”
Can you hear the subtext like it has been scripted
But the writers lie and say it’s all pretend?
But the writers lie and say it’s in our heads….
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Come here and watch this scene with John and Sherlock
How do you not see that he wants him so?
The Master and the Doctor bum each other
Is that not clear to you? How can you say “no”?
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The fandoms I belong to are my family
The actors (who don’t know it) are my friends
The characters all connect to each other
In some homosexual loop that never ends
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How headcanon will my ships go?
Honestly I will never know
And though we’ll never hear the end of “my ship’s best”
It matters not what ship we ship, you see
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No one can ever deny Destiel or Merthur
Or Johnlock or the Master and Ten
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Now you say I must be wrong
But others agree with my song
As we ship
All of the homo
Till the end
