Do you remember the good old days?
Those summers when you were 11 or 12, not yet old enough to work, but old enough to not have to be in summer camp. You’d spend most of your days inside with a cup of tea and Harry Potter, reading and re-reading the first four books. You discovered the online fandom during those summers. You found people who shared your theories, ships and crushes. Your OTP (one true pairing), Ron and Hermione was already outrageously obvious but the S.S. Harmony was still afloat (though losing passengers by the second). Livejournal stole your pre-teen heart at this point and it was there where you first discovered fan fiction and from that point, you were hooked. You wrote about Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny (the valentine in CoS was all the proof you needed) and You/Dan Radcliffe (danradliffe.com forums stole your heart). Some stories you finished. Some still sit in your hardrive, 40,000 words long and ongoing (you return to them on occasion to escape the realities of university life). These fictional relationships kinda became more than words on paper – they consumed you. You read books emotionally, like you are there. You have a crush on the crushes. It’s not just R/Hr or H/G, it’s R/Hr/Samantha. H/G/crazy-obsessed-fangirl. Your faith in love basically rests on the success of these characters…
…As you write this blog post you start to realise you are absolutely mental….
Okay, I’m crazy. But I’m pretty sure there’s at least one person out there who knows what I’m talking about.
Anyway, the point of that ramble was to express that I’m kinda having these weird, obsessy feelings again…and not with Harry Potter.
If you saw my last post I’m sure you know who I’m about to go on a tangent about now:
Barney Stinson/Robin Scherbatsky, Barobiney, Robarney, brOTP.
I’ve always loved this pairing, but since I read this article on Tuesday I’ve been obsessed. I’ve been watching and re-watching episodes of HIMYM from all seasons to catch any sideways glances, conversations or moments between the two, finding clues that point towards them getting together.
I’m a dork, whatever.
But seriously, apparently it’s happening soon and oh my god, I’ll probably cry of happiness when it happens.
Until then, I feel like writing fan fiction about them, simply because I cannot hold in all the possibilities for a future real relationship between Barney and Robin.
I need to get a life…
talons and tea leaves 