This Explains All the Wincest...
Apr. 20th, 2006 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saoneFound a hilarious little something on the correlations between fandoms and illegal drugs by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mona1347
You know how all you fangeeks out there sometimes lean back a little from your computer screens, rub the glow from your eyes and say, "Whoa. What the hell am I doing? Did I really just spend 4 hours reading Snape/Dumbledore hurt-comfort because it's by THAT author I'll whore myself out to for absolutely anything omg I would follow them into hell?"
It's all so true, but I especially loved these two--
Smallville = Crack. Just…*waves hand* crackrock. All of it. It’s shiny and makes you feel cheap and OMG such a rush in a heart-racing, blood-pumping way but it strings you out and ruins your life and all your friends shun you and say, “I told you that shit was fucked up,” when it starts going downhill and the risk of actually ending up smoking a block of dry ice that makes you go blind and your brain seize is very high. Yet you can’t stop.
Supernatural = Roofies. You let this fandom buy you one drink, just one drink and before you know it, your clothes’ve come off and you’re doing all these vile and depraved things that you always said you’d never do or just plain weren’t into and you can’t bring yourself to have any kind of problem with the situation at all. Then the next day you wake up kinda sore, wondering what the hell you did last night and have only fleeting remembrances of pretty emo boys, glitter and lube.
mona1347You know how all you fangeeks out there sometimes lean back a little from your computer screens, rub the glow from your eyes and say, "Whoa. What the hell am I doing? Did I really just spend 4 hours reading Snape/Dumbledore hurt-comfort because it's by THAT author I'll whore myself out to for absolutely anything omg I would follow them into hell?"
It's all so true, but I especially loved these two--
Smallville = Crack. Just…*waves hand* crackrock. All of it. It’s shiny and makes you feel cheap and OMG such a rush in a heart-racing, blood-pumping way but it strings you out and ruins your life and all your friends shun you and say, “I told you that shit was fucked up,” when it starts going downhill and the risk of actually ending up smoking a block of dry ice that makes you go blind and your brain seize is very high. Yet you can’t stop.
Supernatural = Roofies. You let this fandom buy you one drink, just one drink and before you know it, your clothes’ve come off and you’re doing all these vile and depraved things that you always said you’d never do or just plain weren’t into and you can’t bring yourself to have any kind of problem with the situation at all. Then the next day you wake up kinda sore, wondering what the hell you did last night and have only fleeting remembrances of pretty emo boys, glitter and lube.
