Strut It, Gene!

*with a fist

Power Pose

Amazing capablities

Perfect environments.

Gu’vs gold chain.

Bumped for who you do it for. Of course. And the correct use of “Rad”.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, the fandom life came to my dorm room in the middle of the night and said, “Dad’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few weeks.”

I didn’t choose the fandom life, the fandom life grabbed.my hand and whispered ‘run’

I didn’t choose the fandom life. the fandom life knocked down my door and said “Yer a wizard”

I didn’t choose the fandom life, the fandom life blackmailed me into joining the Glee club

I didn’t choose the fandom life the fandom life sent me a text “Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come anyway.”

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life told me “you were made to be ruled.”

I…actually did choose that fandom life. I had too volunteer to save my sister!

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life came up to me in the library, said “I know what you’re after,” and handed me a big book about vampires.

I didn’t choose the fandom life.  The fandom life perched on my balcony and read to me, “Once upon a time, in the city of New York…”

I didn’t choose the fandom life.  The fandom life invited me to a birthday party, gave me a cursed ring as a present, and then I had to WALK all the way to Mordor to get rid of IT. 

I didn’t choose the fandom life. I first came on the trail of the killers of my father and, for reasons which don’t need exploring at this juncture, I have remained.

I didn’t choose the fandom life. Fandom limped into my room, popped a Vicodin and diagnosed me as thoroughly unprepared for what was coming.

I didn’t choose the fandom life. I just sat in a freaking chair and some nerd in  orange fleece told me to think about where we are in the solar system.

I didn’t choose the fandom life. Someone shoved me onto a transporter pad while I was protesting that I signed up to practice medicine, not to have my atoms scattered back and forth across space.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, fandom life gave me my dad’s light saber and then neglected to tell me its SUPER CREEPY HISTORY for about 20 years. …that particular fandom life and I are in counseling.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, fandom life told a 16 year me nothing is forgotten, nothing is ever forgotten and then convinced me writing stuff down and mailing it to editors twice my age whom i had never met to get published in ‘zines was a perfectly normal thing to do in 1990.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, but one thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled…

@settiai OMG THERE’S MORE OF US THIS IS AWESOME!

I didn’t choose the fandom life, I fell through the back of a cupboard during a game of hide and seek into a snowy wasteland and a woman gave me turkish delight.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, fandom life put me in a car powered by stolen plutonium and neglected to tell me how the effing time machine worked.

I didn’t choose the fandom life; the fandom life sailed up in a ship with a straw hat on the Jolly Roger and told me I was needed on the crew.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, the fandom life snagged my finger on a used book and asked me if I wanted to be a wizard

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life snuck into my emergency room cubicle pretending to be a doctor, and asked me a lot of stupid questions while holding a clipboard. Then it saved my life.

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life sent me through a portal and told me I was one of the Digidestined.

I didn’t choose the fandom life, but my best friend goddamn argued it down until it accepted him, and then when he burst into the enemy’s base two foot bigger in all directions I said aw, hell and followed that idiot into the jaws of death. And he was wearing tights. 

I didn’t choose the fandom life. I tasered a cut homeless dude, some jack booted thugs stole my iPod, and I am not dying for six college credits!

I didn’t choose the fandom life.  The fandom life knocked on the door and said, “Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted…”

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life ran me over, and I woke up in 1973. It proceeded to kick down the girly door and shouted, “YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY ARMED BASTARDS!” Then, fandom life shot me in the forehead and I ended up in 1981, to which I instantly fainted at the sight of it in all it’s glory.