Isn’t it funny how the media is determined to paint us the fans as delusional, one-track-minded suckers, and yet apparently all they can think to ask Martin Freeman, one of the most well-known and successful actors currently working, is when was the last time he spoke to Benedict Cumberbatch; something that has nothing to do with anything and that frankly no-one (including Martin) cares about.
And by ‘funny’ I mean ‘dumb as shit’.
When your card doesn’t get picked in Cards Against Humanity
*is self conscious of the speed of my windshield wipers*
“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.
“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.
#i have a theory#where one can tell how much i like a character#by how much shit i make them go through
*whispers* You can be mature and respectful and still have a dirty sense of humour.
*murmurs* You can curse a lot and still be highly intelligent with a massive vocabulary.
*mumbles* You can be quiet and reserved and still be witty and even outgoing in certain circles.
*sighs* You can be intelligent and sharp-minded and still forget what month it is
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Sometimes, I prefer fanfiction to canon
