The Fandoms I Have Known meme
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Fandoms I Have Known
The one who seduced you and fucked you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it:
Lord of the Rings. I was a devoted fan from the time I was eight. And then you grew all these fan girls! And Orlando Bloom! You're still beautiful... but inside you're ugly, ugly like me. What happened? (sob, flee)
The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets:
Star Wars. Namely, Boba. Ah, my sweet bounty hunter, I do still adore thee. I'm not sure we're quite up to that nostalgic romp in the sheets, but we're getting there. And your ass is still as fine as ever. ;)
The mysterious dark gothy one with whom you used to sit up talking until 3 a.m. at weird coffeehouses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized she really was fucking crazy:
Buffy/Angel. I should never have fallen for the vampire slayer, much less the damn vampires. Spike, you whore, what the hell possessed you to pull all those crazy stunts? Stay away from me, I have a stake, a gun, and a torch, and I'm not afraid to use them.
The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor, and whom you'd still really like to fuck again although you're relieved he doesn't actually live in town:
John Constantine, Hellblazer. John, you bastard, you never call anymore. You just breezed in and out of my life, taking all my energy and all my booze with you. Although we did have some good times in bed... call me?
The steady:
The Matrix. Agent Smith, I can always count on you to be there for me.
The ex:
Labyrinth. I adored you all those years ago, I was steady and constant and you were always there for me. Even now the dulcet sounds of your voice can still soothe my fevered brow. But ... it's just not there anymore. There's no more spark, and we've lost that lovin' feeling. I'll always have a place in my heart for you, deep down. But ... let's just be friends.
The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with:
The Dark Tower series. Really, anything by Stephen King with that certain someone in it. Flagg, I adore you... you're so sexy and so damn dangerous it ought to be illegal... but I know you're so unhealthy for me. I know that you'd as soon gut me as fuck me, but damn I still want your body anyway. I must remain strong.
The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at her and thinking, Her? How the hell did she land all these cool babes?:
Harry Potter, you bitch. I flirted with you and even dallied with you once upon a long long time ago, but now you're just dried up and strung out. You're such a whore, and I despise you for it.
The one your friend has fallen for like a ton of bricks and whom she keeps babbling to you about on the phone for hours, and you'd be happy for her except you just know it's going to end badly:
Horatio Hornblower. I don't understand.
EDIT: Uploaded another chapter of Understanding ...
almightyhatFandoms I Have Known
The one who seduced you and fucked you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it:
Lord of the Rings. I was a devoted fan from the time I was eight. And then you grew all these fan girls! And Orlando Bloom! You're still beautiful... but inside you're ugly, ugly like me. What happened? (sob, flee)
The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets:
Star Wars. Namely, Boba. Ah, my sweet bounty hunter, I do still adore thee. I'm not sure we're quite up to that nostalgic romp in the sheets, but we're getting there. And your ass is still as fine as ever. ;)
The mysterious dark gothy one with whom you used to sit up talking until 3 a.m. at weird coffeehouses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized she really was fucking crazy:
Buffy/Angel. I should never have fallen for the vampire slayer, much less the damn vampires. Spike, you whore, what the hell possessed you to pull all those crazy stunts? Stay away from me, I have a stake, a gun, and a torch, and I'm not afraid to use them.
The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor, and whom you'd still really like to fuck again although you're relieved he doesn't actually live in town:
John Constantine, Hellblazer. John, you bastard, you never call anymore. You just breezed in and out of my life, taking all my energy and all my booze with you. Although we did have some good times in bed... call me?
The steady:
The Matrix. Agent Smith, I can always count on you to be there for me.
The ex:
Labyrinth. I adored you all those years ago, I was steady and constant and you were always there for me. Even now the dulcet sounds of your voice can still soothe my fevered brow. But ... it's just not there anymore. There's no more spark, and we've lost that lovin' feeling. I'll always have a place in my heart for you, deep down. But ... let's just be friends.
The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with:
The Dark Tower series. Really, anything by Stephen King with that certain someone in it. Flagg, I adore you... you're so sexy and so damn dangerous it ought to be illegal... but I know you're so unhealthy for me. I know that you'd as soon gut me as fuck me, but damn I still want your body anyway. I must remain strong.
The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at her and thinking, Her? How the hell did she land all these cool babes?:
Harry Potter, you bitch. I flirted with you and even dallied with you once upon a long long time ago, but now you're just dried up and strung out. You're such a whore, and I despise you for it.
The one your friend has fallen for like a ton of bricks and whom she keeps babbling to you about on the phone for hours, and you'd be happy for her except you just know it's going to end badly:
Horatio Hornblower. I don't understand.
EDIT: Uploaded another chapter of Understanding ...
