Gacked from irisbleufic
If fandom were my lover.
For the record, I'm including fandoms I've vidded as well as written. I give neither form preference.
The one who seduced you, screwed you over, broke your heart in a million pieces, and laughed about it is genuinely sorry, but to whom you're reluctant to grant forgiveness, because you know how that song and dance would go:
The Libertines. Because, goddammit you guys. Dirty Pretty Things as well, but mostly The Libertines.
This gif summarizes how I still feel about it:
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:
Diplomatic Immunity and Craig Parker's dancing naked bum. I mean hello.
The mysterious dark one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 AM at weird coffee houses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized s/he really was fucking crazy:
Legend of the Seeker. There's just so much messed up sexuality in this series and they even cleaned stuff up from the books. ( I offer this vid by hollywoodgrrl as supporting evidence.) It looks cracky on the surface, but once you get past that, it is a dark, wild, scary place.
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 get with again, although you're relieved s/he doesn't actually live in town:
Iron Man. Goddammit Tony Stark.
Also True Blood.
The steady:
Sherlock Holmes, any and all adaptations including canon. This fandom is my one true love.
The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties, but with whom you've never gotten serious (and find that it's a bit of a shame you haven't, at that):
Firefly.
The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with, but ultimately you're just good buddies:
Supernatural. Only I don't hang out with Supernatural anymore. I got sick of the overwhelming and neverending man-pain.
The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool person except it's never really gone anywhere:
Stargate SG-1.
The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at them and thinking, "How the hell did they land all these cool people?"
X-Men: First Class. Charles is a total slut.
The one who gave you the best damned summer of your life and who you measure all other potential partners against:
Sherlock. (It was the Libertines.)
The one you recently met at a party and would like to get to know better:
Band of Brothers. I can feel it pulling at me.
The old flame that you wouldn't totally object to hooking up with again for a one night romp if only they'd clean up a bit:
Oh fuck The Libertines. Guys.
Your hot new flame:
X-Men First Class. Have you not SEEN Michael Fassbender? Good lord, I want to cut into a hunk of that like a German triple layer chocolate cake.
He also teams up with this other guy.
Together, they fight crime. Or, yaknow, foster young mutants and try to teach them mad skillz and responsibility and stuff.
The one who stole your significant other:
Right now X-Men First Class is diverting my attention, but Sherlock Holmes is still my One True Love.
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For the record, I'm including fandoms I've vidded as well as written. I give neither form preference.
The one who seduced you, screwed you over, broke your heart in a million pieces, and laughed about it is genuinely sorry, but to whom you're reluctant to grant forgiveness, because you know how that song and dance would go:
The Libertines. Because, goddammit you guys. Dirty Pretty Things as well, but mostly The Libertines.
This gif summarizes how I still feel about it:
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:
Diplomatic Immunity and Craig Parker's dancing naked bum. I mean hello.
The mysterious dark one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 AM at weird coffee houses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized s/he really was fucking crazy:
Legend of the Seeker. There's just so much messed up sexuality in this series and they even cleaned stuff up from the books. ( I offer this vid by hollywoodgrrl as supporting evidence.) It looks cracky on the surface, but once you get past that, it is a dark, wild, scary place.
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 get with again, although you're relieved s/he doesn't actually live in town:
Iron Man. Goddammit Tony Stark.
Also True Blood.
The steady:
Sherlock Holmes, any and all adaptations including canon. This fandom is my one true love.
The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties, but with whom you've never gotten serious (and find that it's a bit of a shame you haven't, at that):
Firefly.
The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with, but ultimately you're just good buddies:
Supernatural. Only I don't hang out with Supernatural anymore. I got sick of the overwhelming and neverending man-pain.
The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool person except it's never really gone anywhere:
Stargate SG-1.
The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at them and thinking, "How the hell did they land all these cool people?"
X-Men: First Class. Charles is a total slut.
The one who gave you the best damned summer of your life and who you measure all other potential partners against:
Sherlock. (It was the Libertines.)
The one you recently met at a party and would like to get to know better:
Band of Brothers. I can feel it pulling at me.
The old flame that you wouldn't totally object to hooking up with again for a one night romp if only they'd clean up a bit:
Oh fuck The Libertines. Guys.
Your hot new flame:
X-Men First Class. Have you not SEEN Michael Fassbender? Good lord, I want to cut into a hunk of that like a German triple layer chocolate cake.
He also teams up with this other guy.
Together, they fight crime. Or, yaknow, foster young mutants and try to teach them mad skillz and responsibility and stuff.
The one who stole your significant other:
Right now X-Men First Class is diverting my attention, but Sherlock Holmes is still my One True Love.
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