Every now and then The Fiancee will ask me some benign question about a fandom I’m in that she’s not (because she’ll see such and such on her dash and be wondering what it means/what’s going on) and that is really brave of her because when I try to answer I wind up trying to tell her all the things and more often than not she has to tell me to stop
I rarely tell her to stop though, because she’s the most beautiful to me when she’s being passionate about something. And adorable. Especially when she talks with her hands. Which is all the time.
#The only exception to this is when she’s just researched something gross or horrible (like human decomposition) and wants to tell me about it.#I have to draw the line somewhere.#I already worry over her not so healthy obsession with serial killers.
Nobody asked you, punk