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revelation time!
Oh my god. Evan Lysacek is the Ryan Ross of skating RPS.
First, you get sucked in by Johnny Weir being sparkly and charming, and everyone being svelte and athletic and pretty. Then you're all, "Oh, that Evan Lysacek, he's so weird and orange, and kind of a robotic douchebag" and then you find his robot douchebaggery hilarious, and then you find it *endearing*, and then you start loving him unironically and it's all over.
Everything makes so much more sense now.
That's it, though, I have to cut myself off. I've already edging into the finding-him-endearing phase, and I refuse to do another RPF fandom. No more ridiculous skating fic for me!
First, you get sucked in by Johnny Weir being sparkly and charming, and everyone being svelte and athletic and pretty. Then you're all, "Oh, that Evan Lysacek, he's so weird and orange, and kind of a robotic douchebag" and then you find his robot douchebaggery hilarious, and then you find it *endearing*, and then you start loving him unironically and it's all over.
Everything makes so much more sense now.
That's it, though, I have to cut myself off. I've already edging into the finding-him-endearing phase, and I refuse to do another RPF fandom. No more ridiculous skating fic for me!