What if, in every fandom universe that we love and adore, we are a fandom and they want our lives?
Dean, Sam and Cas watch a show about your brother and his friends in school and their biggest worry is whether or not they’re going to pass their maths test, and not demons plotting the end of the world.
Harry, Ron and Hermione read a muggle story about your group of friends who go shopping together and just laugh, and have fun, and don’t need to worry about family or friends who might get killed by an evil wizard.
The Avengers read a comic about you and your struggle to find out who you are, and what you want, while never having to worry about saving the world or any villain trying to destroy it.
The Guardians of the Galaxy watch a movie about us as we giggle and yell and cry and flail about over superheroes, wizards, hunters, time lords, high functioning sociopaths, cartoons, anime’s, and a whole other things that would that too long to mention, and we don’t have to worry about trying to stop the power of the galaxy from getting into the wrong hands.
All of them smile fondly at us, all of them laugh at our jokes, all of them cry when we do, and all of them sit on the edge of their seats wondering if we’ll pass that test, if that t-shirt we want is in stock, if we overcome our social fears, if the new episode of our favourite show is good or not, and what our reaction will be. They think: ‘Sure, their life isn’t always the best, and they might not always be happy, but it’s a life I want’
They don’t understand why we want lives like theirs.
‘What’s so good about my life?’ They think
Why would they want to give up that for this?