What I learned in 2010
Yeah, I know 2010 still has another month to go, but I will probably be stressed to the maximum with papers being due and my father's Christmas tree lot so I have decided to sum up 2010 in November.
The year 2010: A picspam production
In the year 2010, I realized that my true OTP was not hot!pilots (Lee/Kara) or pretty Seekers and equally awesome Confessors (Richard/Kahlan) or even a hot conman with a heart of gold and the most totally awesome fertility doctor in the known Dharma world (Sawyer/Juliet). No, it seems that my true OTP is dysfunction....
Meet Madeline/Operations: Where I love you means shooting your semi/somewhat/sort of significant other
Meet Xena/Gabrielle: Where I love you means a season's worth of angst can be fixed in just one cracktastic! episode where they fight, sing, try to kill each other, sing, fight again,and sing one last time before having sex on a beach! (Well, maybe they had sex on the beach, the credits cut before they could make the *subtext* maintext.)
In the year 2010, I learned that despite my bleeding liberal heart.... torture, under certain fictional scenarios, can be rather hot.
In the year 2010, I learned that you cannot judge a show by its opening credits.
In the year 2010, I discovered Madeline and the standards by which I judge a character would never be the same again....
Until I met Gabrielle and then I realized that it is okay to be bubbly, charming, and Nikita lite, if you promise to grow up into a badass warrior.
In the year 2010, I realized that happy endings are not overrated
The year 2010: A picspam production
In the year 2010, I realized that my true OTP was not hot!pilots (Lee/Kara) or pretty Seekers and equally awesome Confessors (Richard/Kahlan) or even a hot conman with a heart of gold and the most totally awesome fertility doctor in the known Dharma world (Sawyer/Juliet). No, it seems that my true OTP is dysfunction....
Meet Madeline/Operations: Where I love you means shooting your semi/somewhat/sort of significant other
Meet Xena/Gabrielle: Where I love you means a season's worth of angst can be fixed in just one cracktastic! episode where they fight, sing, try to kill each other, sing, fight again,and sing one last time before having sex on a beach! (Well, maybe they had sex on the beach, the credits cut before they could make the *subtext* maintext.)
In the year 2010, I learned that despite my bleeding liberal heart.... torture, under certain fictional scenarios, can be rather hot.
In the year 2010, I learned that you cannot judge a show by its opening credits.
In the year 2010, I discovered Madeline and the standards by which I judge a character would never be the same again....
Until I met Gabrielle and then I realized that it is okay to be bubbly, charming, and Nikita lite, if you promise to grow up into a badass warrior.
In the year 2010, I realized that happy endings are not overrated