lullabyknell:

Do you know what cracks me the hell up? The idea that an author or artist or you yourself got “seduced” by a new or different fandom. Like, just… the mental picture cracks me up. Like, I’m seated at the dinner table in my nice house, raising several nice WIPs with the personification of the fandom, who is my spouse. It’s the perfect setup for a seduction. 

Like, you know, there’s this really hot neighbor who’s looking more than a little tempting and one day, this other fandom winks at me and gives me a smoldering look, I just sort of… sidle out the door and sneak over the fence. I don’t leave a note or show up to dinner that night; my old fandom has no idea what’s happened to me until they look over the fence and spot me happily domestic with my new fandom and pretending not to know them. 

Or I’m out having fun and wham! New fandom, from nowhere, hot af and suddenly there’s clandestine make-outs happening. Like, oh we shouldn’t do this and I already have a fandom, I can’t cheat on them like this. And it’s like some affair, where I won’t admit that I even know the fandom or meet their eyes in public, but every once and they’ll call me up and say a few sexy lines and I’ll sneak away for a night or two of wild fun with another fandom. 

Or my friend introduces me to this new fandom and our eyes meet and there’s instant chemistry. They french dip me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. And later, after a quick divorce with the old fandom, said friend is remorselessly and gleefully giving a toast at my quickie wedding with the new fandom because there’s already a WIP bun in the oven. Damn enabler, I say fondly, as they simultaneously demand to be named godparent and point out that the best man’s kinda hot too and clearly interested. 

Or maybe life is going on as usual, then suddenly there’s the screech of a car pulling up to the curb. It’s my childhood-friend slash high-school-sweetheart slash college-lover slash ex-spouse of an on-again-off-again fandom. My first; my fondest; the one who got away. It’s been years, but they’re still fine as ever. They roll down their window and give me that look, I know the one, and I’m seduced. I don’t even stop or wait or apologize as I abandon my current fandom and hop into the car with my old fandom – the one I just can’t quit because they know all my buttons. 

“Seduced” by a fandom. It cracks me up.