The day you google “[name of the couple ] fanfiction”, the game is over. You don’t get off the Fanfiction Train, full stop. It’s like in those nightmares where you try to run away from horrid monsters, but you just cannot run fast enough—and then you wake up panting and scared to death because they ate you. Now, can you picture Jack Dawson in your mind? Jack being dragged down along with the Titanic while fat-ass-Rose has her life vest to keep her head above water? Good. Because you are Jack. And it’s not like you read one fanfiction, no—you read tons of them. In a row. Overnight, generally. But it’s still a fresh new obsession, you know, so you try your best in order to avoid the hardcore. You choose painful stories where they both die over gay smut, basically, because you know, you know that the smut is the final step towards damnation.
But then you do it. You do it, dammit.
You sell your soul to Satan.
You track their tag on Tumblr.

They make masterposts, AU memes, more fanarts, fan fictions, gifs. Millions of gifs. Billions of gifs. The light at the end of the tunnel is not an exit, it’s a computer screen.
This is the fifth stage, called the “Compulsive Reblogging Phase”. Hours and hours spent laughing like a moron on acid or sobbing your eyes out because “they are so beautiful omg and its so sad cuz they’re either fictional and NOT FUCKING CANON YET or real people and still so far in the closet they basically live in Narnia /loud sobs/.” Before you realize it, you’re twenty and you’re spending your days and nights dwelling on the imaginary sexual lives of two strangers/two fictional characters while your sexual life is the fucking Sahara.

(If you can see yourself in this description, welcome to Hell. Straight on and then turn right for the bedrooms. Say goodbye to the infamous light at the end of the tunnel and start filling the papers to take up residency.)

So. Here we are.
The penultimate phase. The smut. ESPECIALLY GAY SMUT, though no one would admit it out loud for, er, obvious reasons. It’s not, like, socially acceptable. Yet. You want your mum to think that you text all day long rather than to find out that you’re stuck with a +70000 words long fan fiction with a plot thinner than Dita Von Teese’s waist and a list of warnings that includes the letters B D S and M in various combinations.
You leave fanfiction.net to sail with your armada (pun intended) in the quest for NC17-frienfdly shores like livejournal, Tumblr and archiveofourown, where tags like “rimming”, “D/s”, and “PWP” (plot without plot, and that’s saying something) or even “butts getting fucked what else would you ask for really” are an everyday thing and no one has any kind of restrain in matters of unutterable fantasies.

No matter how many times you tell youself: “I won’t obsess this time, I won’t exaggerate, I won’t get emotional over this”—it’s useless. You will.

We finally get to the last phase. The one where you start to feel like writing about the couple. At this point yuou’re not in hell—you sit next to Satan.
Forever.

Final note: if a fangirl denies spending AT LEAST one night per month curled up under the sheets with bloodshot eyes as she’s too absorbed by reading some PWP fanfiction on the screen of her smartphone to go to sleep—incidentally too terrified by the thought of being caught reading smut in the middle of the night by her parents to actually use the laptop and preserve her sight, as it would make her burn said laptop, change her name to Pepito and move to Mexico—she is lying.

Because that’s how it goes.
That’s the utter truth.
Fangirl stuff.
Dearest reader, if you recognize yourself in one of the first few points, please, please run while you still can. Save yourself.

If you do not want to, if you think you’re stronger than this, stronger than an OTP, okay. It’s your decision. It’s your will. You are already in the tunnel, anyway. Sorry to tell you. You will find out soon enough and resign yourself to this truth.

You. Will. Not. Stop.

You will go down with your ship.

-From Story of a shipping, that is: entering the circle of the OTPs. Phenomenology of a fandom. (via corpidicarta)

dazedfox:

are you fuckin seeing this?

orangeis:

One of the most dramatic moments of season 1.

rumbelles:

belle french in 3x18 “bleeding through”

klaine + showing some skin around each other

“If [my fans] stuck with me through Equus, they’re not gonna find a problem with this. And if they are, they’re a really weird type of bigot. If they’re like, ‘No, a horse is fine, but gay people I can’t stand.’”
-Daniel Radcliffe, discussing his gay sex scene in Kill Your Darlings. (via entertainmentweekly)
“There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care.”
-Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand  (via carson-phillips)
bakaforsenpai:

mysteryprof:

girlatsunrise:

sebuttstian:

merksmirs:

paulyoptosaurus:

accio-avengers:

wollipyos:

asexuals:

What are those?

Those are Doritos.

seriously though, what the fuck are those?!

doritos. its an old bag design i know. 

seriOUSLY GUYS THOUGH WHAT THE FUCKARE THOSE THINGS THEY’RE FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT PLEASETELL ME THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY REAL

“nacho cheese” flavoured doritos brand corn chips

i reblog this post on sight

LET ME BE THE ONE TO RUIN THE PURPOSELY STUBBORN CHAIN OF REBLOGS AND EDUCATE THOSE WHO ACTUALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT THESE ARE. 
These are Giant Isopods, and yes they do exist; 100% r-e-a-l.
Where do these creatures lurk you may ask? They live waaaaay down in the depths of the ocean somewhere between 550-7,000ft. deep. You’ll probably never have the chance to see one of these crawling fossils… ;A;
Now, you think going a few hours without food is bad? Even when you do actually have food in your house, but it doesn’t appeal to you?  WELL THESE CRITTERS RIGHT HERE CAN GO FOUR YEARS WITHOUT ANY FOOD. WHEN THEY DO FIND FOOD THEY GORGE THEMSELVES TO IMMOBILITY.
I should also mention that these things are recorded as being around since before the continents even split. 
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE GIANT ISOPOD! 

looks like doritos to me

bakaforsenpai:

mysteryprof:

girlatsunrise:

sebuttstian:

merksmirs:

paulyoptosaurus:

accio-avengers:

wollipyos:

asexuals:

What are those?

Those are Doritos.

seriously though, what the fuck are those?!

doritos. its an old bag design i know. 

seriOUSLY GUYS THOUGH WHAT THE FUCKARE THOSE THINGS THEY’RE FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT PLEASETELL ME THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY REAL

“nacho cheese” flavoured doritos brand corn chips

i reblog this post on sight

LET ME BE THE ONE TO RUIN THE PURPOSELY STUBBORN CHAIN OF REBLOGS AND EDUCATE THOSE WHO ACTUALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT THESE ARE. 

These are Giant Isopods, and yes they do exist; 100% r-e-a-l.

Where do these creatures lurk you may ask? They live waaaaay down in the depths of the ocean somewhere between 550-7,000ft. deep. You’ll probably never have the chance to see one of these crawling fossils… ;A;

Now, you think going a few hours without food is bad? Even when you do actually have food in your house, but it doesn’t appeal to you?  WELL THESE CRITTERS RIGHT HERE CAN GO FOUR YEARS WITHOUT ANY FOOD. WHEN THEY DO FIND FOOD THEY GORGE THEMSELVES TO IMMOBILITY.

I should also mention that these things are recorded as being around since before the continents even split. 

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE GIANT ISOPOD! 

looks like doritos to me

hella-nick:

bringindanoiz:

angel-of-devils:

izzayronii:

babytaeminlove:

hewasthedrummer:

lindseyway:

Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.
That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t

ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this

fuckfuckfuckfuck

this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…

I’m a lil bitch, ok??

This thing looks like thE CHOCOLATE LADy from spongebob

CHOCOLATE

hella-nick:

bringindanoiz:

angel-of-devils:

izzayronii:

babytaeminlove:

hewasthedrummer:

lindseyway:

Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.

That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t

ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this

fuckfuckfuckfuck

this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…

I’m a lil bitch, ok??

This thing looks like thE CHOCOLATE LADy from spongebob

CHOCOLATE

Character development at its finest.

true love couples + first kiss

"I know you, and you feel things, deeply. With or without it you feel things with your whole soul.”

bloodyaphorisms:

kateoplis:

Huxley vs. Orwell

the darkest part of this comic is the realization that they were both right

strangelybeautifulworld:

nympherret:

like how much more obvious does this need to be made for people to get it?

this isnt even an exaggeration 
like at all

strangelybeautifulworld:

nympherret:

like how much more obvious does this need to be made for people to get it?

this isnt even an exaggeration 

like at all