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Fandom!love meme
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penknife and musesfool:
Sum up your former/current fandoms in a few sentences, as if they were human beings/very convincing sockpuppets on your flist. All of these are fandoms that I have written in. Guess which fandom I'm talking about!
1. You were my first love, and your disciples taught me to write. Love for you made me lie about my age, to pretend that I was 'legal', but I never regretted a moment of it. I still haven't moved on from you and though I go away for long months at a time, I always somehow end up back at your door.
2. You were the popular, cool kid, but I liked you back when you were the geeky one sitting at the back, cracking jokes that noone else understood. I stood by you through ConBunnies and pre-teens decked out in leather, but you broke my heart more times than I can count and I can't really forgive that. I love you for what you are, but I hate you for everything you could have been - and weren't.
3. I never loved you, but I crushed on you like a mad, mad pre-teen thing. I wrote about you in my notebooks and burned the pages, and had to follow you each time you reinvented yourself. This last reinvention, though, was just too predictable, even for me to like.
4. You were the step-child that somehow got brought along with the kids I'd actually invited to my party. I wasn't sure I wanted to play with you, but once I did, I was kicking myself for not noticing you sooner. Still - although you're like your elder siblings in your outlook, you're so small and so young, it's hard to give myself to you fully. You'll always be just a guest at my party - but always a welcome one.
5. You were the one I wasn't supposed to fall for, because you had so much baggage that I'd never have a hope of unravelling enough of it to fit myself in. I did it anyway. I've moved on now, and it's for the best, but I think of you fondly as enabling my perversions.
6. I tried you out once, like a new coat, and you didn't quite fit. I left you to your toys, and came back years later, when you'd matured. Now, you're a superstar, gigantic in every way. Maybe you don't remember me, and I can't pretend that you haunt my thoughts as often these days. You're still there though, as the one who gave me nightmares and illicit drugs.
7. You're purely the result of peer pressure, the equivalent of crack, in a way, and just as addictive. I wasn't supposed to fall for you - I was supposed to judge you and move on - but, somehow, I ended up falling, and falling hard. You broke my heart, of course, and stomped on the pieces. I can't forgive you for that, but I can't stop trying to fix it, either.
8. You're someone I was surprised to meet, as I was sure that I'd known you all along. Looking at you, I can remember bits and pieces that have surrounded me during my childhood, and it is a thrill to see how different you are in this guise. You stretched me, and for that I am grateful.
9. You upset me. You abused me. You made me cry, and you made me hide behind things from what you were saying. And, still, I can't leave you. I'm left cricling you warily, scared to get too close lest the nightmares return.
10. You're the middle child - the kinky, twisted one that was supposed to be more mature and more adult than my previous love, and the one I avoided for years, sure you'd break my heart. I'm here now.
penknife and musesfool:Sum up your former/current fandoms in a few sentences, as if they were human beings/very convincing sockpuppets on your flist. All of these are fandoms that I have written in. Guess which fandom I'm talking about!
1. You were my first love, and your disciples taught me to write. Love for you made me lie about my age, to pretend that I was 'legal', but I never regretted a moment of it. I still haven't moved on from you and though I go away for long months at a time, I always somehow end up back at your door.
2. You were the popular, cool kid, but I liked you back when you were the geeky one sitting at the back, cracking jokes that noone else understood. I stood by you through ConBunnies and pre-teens decked out in leather, but you broke my heart more times than I can count and I can't really forgive that. I love you for what you are, but I hate you for everything you could have been - and weren't.
3. I never loved you, but I crushed on you like a mad, mad pre-teen thing. I wrote about you in my notebooks and burned the pages, and had to follow you each time you reinvented yourself. This last reinvention, though, was just too predictable, even for me to like.
4. You were the step-child that somehow got brought along with the kids I'd actually invited to my party. I wasn't sure I wanted to play with you, but once I did, I was kicking myself for not noticing you sooner. Still - although you're like your elder siblings in your outlook, you're so small and so young, it's hard to give myself to you fully. You'll always be just a guest at my party - but always a welcome one.
5. You were the one I wasn't supposed to fall for, because you had so much baggage that I'd never have a hope of unravelling enough of it to fit myself in. I did it anyway. I've moved on now, and it's for the best, but I think of you fondly as enabling my perversions.
6. I tried you out once, like a new coat, and you didn't quite fit. I left you to your toys, and came back years later, when you'd matured. Now, you're a superstar, gigantic in every way. Maybe you don't remember me, and I can't pretend that you haunt my thoughts as often these days. You're still there though, as the one who gave me nightmares and illicit drugs.
7. You're purely the result of peer pressure, the equivalent of crack, in a way, and just as addictive. I wasn't supposed to fall for you - I was supposed to judge you and move on - but, somehow, I ended up falling, and falling hard. You broke my heart, of course, and stomped on the pieces. I can't forgive you for that, but I can't stop trying to fix it, either.
8. You're someone I was surprised to meet, as I was sure that I'd known you all along. Looking at you, I can remember bits and pieces that have surrounded me during my childhood, and it is a thrill to see how different you are in this guise. You stretched me, and for that I am grateful.
9. You upset me. You abused me. You made me cry, and you made me hide behind things from what you were saying. And, still, I can't leave you. I'm left cricling you warily, scared to get too close lest the nightmares return.
10. You're the middle child - the kinky, twisted one that was supposed to be more mature and more adult than my previous love, and the one I avoided for years, sure you'd break my heart. I'm here now.