private fandoms

[schmerica]

thefourthvine's post the other day about her imaginary fandoms is making me think again about my imaginary fandom. TFV had too much shame to talk about hers, but I have no such qualms.

See, in my head lives the imaginary miniseries of ridiculous kink fulfillment, which stars Paul Gross and Molly Parker as super rich partying Jazz Age twins and CKR as a poorer writer-or-artist that they sort of adopt as their pet, which starts out with just hanging out with them, staying at their house, going to party, and ends up getting more and more involved in their really twisted fucked-up personal relationship till he can't get out.

(Checklist: hot Canadians; incest; threesomes; fucked-up relationships; artists and their inspirations; decadence; 1920s historicalness and style... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP WINNER.)

Today I spent like three hours translating a couple of lines of Matthew from Old Church Slavonic into English. I bet you wish your life was this exciting.

It is three hours until Heroes airs on the West Coast. It is only Mondays and Thursday that I truly miss having a television! *sniffle*

All the icons I wanted to use with this post are currently inactive. Bah!

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

The threesome is a central part of the action, man!