Feels like I’ve been saying it for weeks, but Fringe fandom is truly something special. I’ve seen fandoms before, I’ve been a part of them, and they can be wonderful and exhilarating in a way that’s wholly unique to sharing a common interest in an idea, or a story, or a show. I’ve seen fans come together and accomplish mighty things when they set their minds to it. I’ve seen (and helped) Browncoats raise over half a million dollars in six years for human rights and other causes. I’ve posted on forums, participated in campaigns, and volunteered at conventions. I love geeks of every stripe, they are my tribe.
But Fringe is different. Maybe it’s because I came late to other fandoms, or maybe I just never met the right people, but to me it’s something wholly unique and new. There’s a genuine love in it that permeates the entire atmosphere surrounding the show. It’s the bubbly, starry-eyed enthusiasm that accompanies any kind of falling in love, but it’s also deeper than that. Through Fringe, I’ve come to know some really amazing people, and seen them do astonishing things, not just for Fringe, but for each other. It’s a network of affection and support that certainly includes the fans, and although I have no right to speak for any of them, it seems that it also includes the cast and crew, the show runners, a certain promotional superhero, and maybe even a Fox executive or two. Every one of us knows that we’ve stumbled onto something rare, and we’re lucky to have found it.
I’m at a loss to put into words exactly what “it” is. Fringe is certainly a phenomenal show, getting stronger and deeper with every episode, and expertly crafted by every single person involved, but that’s not all it is. It’s the sense of family that’s been growing for the last year and a half or so. It seems to me that it started around then, when some of us decided to fight for Fringe, when the ratings started to fall into the red alert zone. It started out like any other fan campaign, fueled by desperation and an unwillingness to let the show go down. And it still is that I guess – we’ll certainly still be waking up on Saturday mornings, guts twisting, checking the ratings. But it’s also something bigger now, like it grew wings and took off with all of us on it’s back. And now we’re flying along on joy, and love, and friendships that will last long after Fringe is a warm memory that we still watch over and over.
That’s the best I can do to describe it, and it doesn’t really come close. But whatever the explanation, this fandom, these times when Fringe is alive and we’re waiting with baited breath to find out what happens next (just where is Peter??) – it’s something I’m never going to forget, and I don’t think I’m alone. It’s awe-inspiring, and truly humbling to be along for this ride, and to call some of you my friends. And so here’s the thing I came here to share, this video evidence of what Fringe has become to so many people. Look if you haven’t already, maybe you’ll get what I’m talking about.
Thank you Fringe.
Where is Peter Bishop: A love letter, by @dubzoey and fans from all over the world.
(The Jeep is mine)