A CONVERSATION I JUST HAD IN MY KITCHEN

[merrily]

Flatmate: Mer, you've just sighed, like, a billion times.

Me: I have a problem.

Flatmate: What kind of problem?

Me: I have a crush on an unobtainable man.

Me: I'm slightly comforted by the fact that I am not the only one with this problem.

Flatmate: You're talking about that Sherlock dude again, aren't you.

Me: ... Yes.

Flatmate: You're never going to date him.

Me: Let's just pretend otherwise for, like, five minutes.

Comments

[merrily]

And hey, willing suspension of disbelief! It's, like, fandom's gift, right?

Fandom basically trains us in this! Fandom, you jerkface.

You are so very not alone in this.

I know. He's the thinking, guy-preferring-person's Kryptonite. Solidarity.

[sesquipedaliatic]

I mostly prefer girls, and he's DEFINITELY my Kryptonite too. Hnnnnng. That face. That voice. That EVERYTHING.