‘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