Keyword: multifandomness (shhh, totally a legit term).
What you'll find here: worryingly intense feelings about fictional characters and pairings (also their hands); large amounts of extra salty tears (with traces of blood); frustration over the fact people from Old and New Hollywood have faces & a strong desire to punch them as a sign of my deepest affection. Bonus features include constant obsessing, rambling, marathoning (the sit-in-front-of-the-TV kind) and random crap.
Fringe. Chuck. Lost. Doctor Who. Supernatural. Pushing Daisies. Parks and Recreation. Firefly. Friday Night Lights. Band of Brothers. The Pacific. Game of Thrones. Castle. Downton Abbey. Luther. Sherlock. Community. The Fades.
Currently watching: Breaking Bad (S2). Happy Endings (S2).
Just as I was about to reblog that Sean Connery graphic, I suddenly remembered my last night’s dream (thank you graphic).
So. I was stuck in an elevator with Sean Connery, Roger Moore and Pierce Brosnan
and they started fighting about who was the best Bond
and all I could think was:
“OMG WE’RE STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR WE’RE ALL GON’ DIE!”
Obviously, I’m not a fan of elevators.
And they kept bantering and mocking each other and listing evidence and reasons why everyone should agree they were the best Agent 007
and when I finally had enough I said:
“EVERYBODY IS THE BEST OK. You are all handsome and you are all macho and you all win. Can we now focus on getting out of this time bomb?”
And all three of them looked at me like I was completely insane.
And then they laughed in that oh-you-silly-child way
and continued fighting like I wasn’t even there.
So. What my dream taught me is this:
One small elevator is not big enough for 3 Bonds and a girl ‘cause apparently all James Bonds have enormous … egos.
Never get stuck with them in an elevator ‘cause even though they should be experts on getting your ass out of it, they would rather stay there and bask in their own awesomeness.
I have absolutely no power over them - not even in my own dream. Kinda sucks, doesn’t it?