Inspired by the regional gothic meme. Has someone done this already? If so, here’s my contribution.
The entire BL drama episode is a 40 min commercial for no less than 5 brands and 10 different products. You do not know what these brands are. But the pretty boys are using them. You suddenly want to use them.
The main couple is about to kiss. The music swells. Their lips get closer. They are still infinitely far apart despite how close they are. You have been waiting for an infinity already.
The show announces that there will be several couples. You count them. You don’t see several couples. You see an infinite chart with infinite ways your heart will be broken. You watch the show anyway.
You start watching a BL drama. A friend recommends another one. Another friend recommends a second one. You soon realize all the dramas that you have been watching are BL dramas, even if the writers and producers insist they aren’t BL dramas. You know they are BL dramas.
You start drinking a soda. The character on screen recommends a different brand. You look back at your soda. It is now the brand they recommended. You keep drinking anyway. You don’t want to disappoint the main love interest.
You have your OTP. You have a NOTP. You also have your Ship. You also have a Frigate and a Battleship. You don’t talk much about your Canoe or Pool Noodle. But you have those too.
The other fans call one of your ships a crack ship. You consider agreeing. The thought of them together makes you high and is addicting. The reason why you don’t agree is because you have another ship that isn’t a crack ship. They still make you high and are addicting.
The scene fades to black as the characters are in an intimate embrace. You know they just had sex. The scene fades to black when they aren’t being intimate. You know they still had sex.
The boys in this drama are beautiful. The girls in this drama are beautiful. Everyone is beautiful, even if they call themselves ugly. You wonder if you are beautiful too, even if you consider yourself ugly. The characters tell you that you are. You decide to believe them.
The character says he’s not gay, even as he looks at other boys with interest when they take their shirts off. He continues saying he’s not gay, even as he kisses other boys. “So gay,” you whisper as he has fade to black sex with another boy. Surely he will accept himself now.
You hear the soundtrack in one BL drama. It sounds beautiful and sad. You hear the soundtrack in another BL drama. It is the same soundtrack. They are all the same soundtrack, beautiful, sad, and heartbreaking. You love it anyway.
More BL Drama Gothic before I go teach class.
Everyone says the drama is based off of a novel. You look up the novel. It will soon be translated! It is being translated into every language but yours and is already readable by everyone but you. You decide to wait anyway.
Someone says they have spoilers. The spoilers are based on the novel. Everyone is simultaneously interested and upset because they aren’t spoilers for the drama.
You hear that this is THE DRAMA with a HAPPY ENDING. You have been waiting so long for a happy ending. Endlessly waiting.
The drama you want to watch will not come out until next year. You are excited. Next year, they say it will come out next year. You are still excited. You don’t think you’ll stop being excited.
The main lead has been in several dramas. You briefly wonder what would happen if the co-leads from all of them banded together. The though horrifies and excites you into writing a massive crossover fanfic.
You watch an episode and are confused. Didn’t the characters confess already? You wonder if it actually happened in the show, the spoiler of the novel you read, or someone’s fanfic that eerily predicted this scene. Either way the characters have already confessed so you think they need to cut this denial bullshit out.
You love the drama, there is no fanfic for it. You hate the drama, there is an abundance of fanfic for it. You mildly tolerate the drama, you are the sole author of all fics for it.
“I don’t ship it,” you say as you read another 100k fanfic about them going from roommates to lovers. “I really don’t,” you continue saying as you find out there’s a 150k word sequel at 2 AM. You click the link and continue reading anyway.