My Girl!!!

I so need My Girl icons.

Finished ep 3 (best one so far) and more detailed squee will follow, but for now:

I am a fickle fickle girl. After ep 3, sorry Jung-Woo. I still love you and hope you find some nice cool girl in the future, but I am completely Gong-Chan/Yu-Rin now.

Ep 3 made me the biggest Gong-Chan fangirl EVER. He is so my kdrama boyfriend.

ETA: Mr. Mousie randomly walked in as I was watching. The following conversation ensued a few minutes in:

Me: Isn't it cool? Don't you think that guy [Lee Jun Ki who just came on screen at that moment] looks a bit like a girl?
Mr. Mousie: *completely seriously* Wait, you mean that's a guy?

SNERK.

My Girl!!!

I so need My Girl icons.

Finished ep 3 (best one so far) and more detailed squee will follow, but for now:

I am a fickle fickle girl. After ep 3, sorry Jung-Woo. I still love you and hope you find some nice cool girl in the future, but I am completely Gong-Chan/Yu-Rin now.

Ep 3 made me the biggest Gong-Chan fangirl EVER. He is so my kdrama boyfriend.

ETA: Mr. Mousie randomly walked in as I was watching. The following conversation ensued a few minutes in:

Me: Isn't it cool? Don't you think that guy [Lee Jun Ki who just came on screen at that moment] looks a bit like a girl?
Mr. Mousie: *completely seriously* Wait, you mean that's a guy?

SNERK.

My Girl!!!

I so need My Girl icons.

Finished ep 3 (best one so far) and more detailed squee will follow, but for now:

I am a fickle fickle girl. After ep 3, sorry Jung-Woo. I still love you and hope you find some nice cool girl in the future, but I am completely Gong-Chan/Yu-Rin now.

Ep 3 made me the biggest Gong-Chan fangirl EVER. He is so my kdrama boyfriend.

ETA: Mr. Mousie randomly walked in as I was watching. The following conversation ensued a few minutes in:

Me: Isn't it cool? Don't you think that guy [Lee Jun Ki who just came on screen at that moment] looks a bit like a girl?
Mr. Mousie: *completely seriously* Wait, you mean that's a guy?

SNERK.

We are cursed...

Courtesy of thelana's links, I have found the penultimate badfic summary:

One night Legolas begins thinking, 'What would happen if I die? Would she know that I loved her?'. He loves Hermione with all his heart. Will he tell her how he feels? Based on the song "If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Ronan Keating.

OK.

I got nothing.

I am done.

The ultimate badfic summary? I am torn between one posted here and the Bible badfic here.

ETA: And then there is this: Charlie Bucket dicovers he is not really a Bucket, but a Wonka. That his parents are really the most unlikely of couples, Willy Wonka and Sirius Black. And that he has a twin sister and he is a wizard.

YEAH.

We are cursed...

Courtesy of thelana's links, I have found the penultimate badfic summary:

One night Legolas begins thinking, 'What would happen if I die? Would she know that I loved her?'. He loves Hermione with all his heart. Will he tell her how he feels? Based on the song "If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Ronan Keating.

OK.

I got nothing.

I am done.

The ultimate badfic summary? I am torn between one posted here and the Bible badfic here.

ETA: And then there is this: Charlie Bucket dicovers he is not really a Bucket, but a Wonka. That his parents are really the most unlikely of couples, Willy Wonka and Sirius Black. And that he has a twin sister and he is a wizard.

YEAH.

We are cursed...

Courtesy of thelana's links, I have found the penultimate badfic summary:

One night Legolas begins thinking, 'What would happen if I die? Would she know that I loved her?'. He loves Hermione with all his heart. Will he tell her how he feels? Based on the song "If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Ronan Keating.

OK.

I got nothing.

I am done.

The ultimate badfic summary? I am torn between one posted here and the Bible badfic here.

ETA: And then there is this: Charlie Bucket dicovers he is not really a Bucket, but a Wonka. That his parents are really the most unlikely of couples, Willy Wonka and Sirius Black. And that he has a twin sister and he is a wizard.

YEAH.

Get your snark heeeeeere!

Courtesy of danceswithwords, this is a great article on the Star Wars fandom that made me ROFL.

( The Complex and Terrifying Reality of Star Wars Fandom )

Also, Veronica Mars got three more eps which is sort of odd for the supposed arc, unless they will wrap up the second arc by ep 16 (which they might). I find myself not caring because the show has lost me this season, unfortunately.

Get your snark heeeeeere!

Courtesy of danceswithwords, this is a great article on the Star Wars fandom that made me ROFL.

( The Complex and Terrifying Reality of Star Wars Fandom )

Also, Veronica Mars got three more eps which is sort of odd for the supposed arc, unless they will wrap up the second arc by ep 16 (which they might). I find myself not caring because the show has lost me this season, unfortunately.

Get your snark heeeeeere!

Courtesy of danceswithwords, this is a great article on the Star Wars fandom that made me ROFL.

( The Complex and Terrifying Reality of Star Wars Fandom )

Also, Veronica Mars got three more eps which is sort of odd for the supposed arc, unless they will wrap up the second arc by ep 16 (which they might). I find myself not caring because the show has lost me this season, unfortunately.

An obligatory break-up post

Good-bye, my former love.

I am sorry.

I know we have been together for a while. Couple of years, give or take.

In the beginning, our relationship had the giddy highs of shiny new things: I would skip meals, sleep, and even social interaction to spend time with you.

I would smile out loud to myself while thinking about you, or just try to puzzle you out. And I thought about you a LOT.

I went looking at all the pictures of you I could find, and I saved them on my photobucket. I joined groups of other people who understood your wonderfulness, and devoted hours in reading about you in various incarnations, including some creative takes on the moments in your existence I never saw. I would probably be sending you a bill for carpal-tunnel, if I thought you'd pay.

But then you changed. You went away for a few months and when you came back, you were different. You were not the one I fell in love with. Shiny and with a great wardrobe, but not as complex, not as emotional, not as interesting to be with.

I hung in there, hoping it was a temporary change and we could go back to what we were. But alas, it was not to be. After another brief hiatus, you are even further from what I thought you were. I believed you to be a clever, quirky, complex companion, but instead you are a snappy-mouthed fratboy.

Far from clearing my schedule to spend time with you, I have started to avoid you. I would wash my hair, or go for walks, or even hang out with those cool guys from Korean dramas instead.

It seems we weren't meant to be.

I must face reality and break it off for good.

Good-bye, Veronica Mars. I wish you well. May you find other admirers more suited to the new you.

If you want me back, I'll be over in the corner, crushing on my other love, Battlestar Galactica and trying to catch up with that new guy around the block, Supernatural.

But I am still keeping the Logan photos, mind.

An obligatory break-up post

Good-bye, my former love.

I am sorry.

I know we have been together for a while. Couple of years, give or take.

In the beginning, our relationship had the giddy highs of shiny new things: I would skip meals, sleep, and even social interaction to spend time with you.

I would smile out loud to myself while thinking about you, or just try to puzzle you out. And I thought about you a LOT.

I went looking at all the pictures of you I could find, and I saved them on my photobucket. I joined groups of other people who understood your wonderfulness, and devoted hours in reading about you in various incarnations, including some creative takes on the moments in your existence I never saw. I would probably be sending you a bill for carpal-tunnel, if I thought you'd pay.

But then you changed. You went away for a few months and when you came back, you were different. You were not the one I fell in love with. Shiny and with a great wardrobe, but not as complex, not as emotional, not as interesting to be with.

I hung in there, hoping it was a temporary change and we could go back to what we were. But alas, it was not to be. After another brief hiatus, you are even further from what I thought you were. I believed you to be a clever, quirky, complex companion, but instead you are a snappy-mouthed fratboy.

Far from clearing my schedule to spend time with you, I have started to avoid you. I would wash my hair, or go for walks, or even hang out with those cool guys from Korean dramas instead.

It seems we weren't meant to be.

I must face reality and break it off for good.

Good-bye, Veronica Mars. I wish you well. May you find other admirers more suited to the new you.

If you want me back, I'll be over in the corner, crushing on my other love, Battlestar Galactica and trying to catch up with that new guy around the block, Supernatural.

But I am still keeping the Logan photos, mind.

An obligatory break-up post

Good-bye, my former love.

I am sorry.

I know we have been together for a while. Couple of years, give or take.

In the beginning, our relationship had the giddy highs of shiny new things: I would skip meals, sleep, and even social interaction to spend time with you.

I would smile out loud to myself while thinking about you, or just try to puzzle you out. And I thought about you a LOT.

I went looking at all the pictures of you I could find, and I saved them on my photobucket. I joined groups of other people who understood your wonderfulness, and devoted hours in reading about you in various incarnations, including some creative takes on the moments in your existence I never saw. I would probably be sending you a bill for carpal-tunnel, if I thought you'd pay.

But then you changed. You went away for a few months and when you came back, you were different. You were not the one I fell in love with. Shiny and with a great wardrobe, but not as complex, not as emotional, not as interesting to be with.

I hung in there, hoping it was a temporary change and we could go back to what we were. But alas, it was not to be. After another brief hiatus, you are even further from what I thought you were. I believed you to be a clever, quirky, complex companion, but instead you are a snappy-mouthed fratboy.

Far from clearing my schedule to spend time with you, I have started to avoid you. I would wash my hair, or go for walks, or even hang out with those cool guys from Korean dramas instead.

It seems we weren't meant to be.

I must face reality and break it off for good.

Good-bye, Veronica Mars. I wish you well. May you find other admirers more suited to the new you.

If you want me back, I'll be over in the corner, crushing on my other love, Battlestar Galactica and trying to catch up with that new guy around the block, Supernatural.

But I am still keeping the Logan photos, mind.