Over the long summer months, I've come to terms with the fact I'm a lost cause when it comes to SPN. Though I'm not one of those
fans that seem to be unable to make it through the day without some attempt aiming for Fandom Wank, I'm not particularly proud of my status either. I'm still a fangirl
and it's been tough actually having to accept this tragic fact about myself, but accept it I reluctantly have. Damn you, stupid sexy SPN.
Since it seems to be confession-time, I also feel masochistically compelled to admit my absolute, unequivocal batshit
for Dean/Castiel. Which does tragically assure my "fangirl" status, being flaily arms giddy for an SPN slash pairing (though it's not in the lunar crazed arena of wincest, it's etching it's own mark in SPN batshippery), but then I watch this fanvid...
... and any hope of denial or modicum of fight comfortably numbs right out of me (you can listen to it without sound and it's still effecting. Suffice to say, absrip
has a gift for editing). So yes, basically taking the soma holiday approach to dealing with
this foreign, rabid fangirl affliction (so I guess, not dealing with it at all
actually), but I suppose this post is a step in the right direction. Or I'm just embarrassing myself being rambly, fangirly and generally incoherent.Post brought to you by the season 5 premiere tonight and I've all but lost my ability to concentrate on anything the past few hours. *facepalms*