For the past two weeks, I’ve been reading the Lymond Chronicles, almost to the exclusion of everything else. Any activity that, before, may have captured my fancy or even any necessity of everyday life (like, say, working) has been obliterated by this crazy series of amazing novels. I don’t even know what’s happening. Yesterday, I was riding the tram and actually muttering out loud to myself. I caught myself actually adressing the flipping book. Out loud. In a crowded place. Letting out anguished “whyyy??”s that had other people getting up to go sit further away from me. This is my life now.
I understand exactly how you feel. The Lymond Chronicles affected me in such a strong way that quite often I was rendered unable to do anything other than just stare blankly at the wall, softly whispering “oh go no, why?!” to myself… I would describe the whole reading experience as um… wonderfully masochistic perhaps. I mean, the whole story and the writing and the characters are so beautiful and brilliant, but at the same time they manage to rip your heart out again and again and again…
And now I’m making myself all emotional over these books again. Anyway, welcome to the fandom! I just stumbled into it a few months ago, but I can guarantee it’s filled with amazing and friendly people.
how the fuck do some girls get boyfriends so easily like wtf do you just create them in your basement or what
In just seven days, oh baby, I can make you a maaaaaaaaan
I believe that Rocky Horror fans just stole a text post and I love it.
And suddenly, Rocky Horror Picture Show.