Style of fantasy, continued.

Here, I offered a morphology of the kinds of fantasies I have that involve Mr. Armitage or characters he has played.

I think this all started because–as a professional historian and professor of history–I have a hard time with certain types of historical fictions. I am the one who is always pointing out the historical errors. This unfortunate tendency prohibits heavily historical fantasies involving myself if anachronism is unavoidable. That is, it is harder for me to imagine myself in the world of North & South than in my own world, and it is impossible for me to imagine Mr. Thornton in my own world. I could (and have) imagined sequels to North & South (as have dozens of fanfic authors), but they are not as entirely gratifying to me as are stories in which I am involved personally.

Right after I rediscovered North & South, I had to make a drive of about 1350 mi across North America, and that kind of journey allows a great deal of space for fantasy. But it was hard to find a fantasy that involved Mr. Thornton. I still hadn’t read much about Armitage, but the fantasy started with wondering how it would be to have him in the front passenger seat during the long drive. It got very developed as the drive took almost 24 hours total, and eventually involved a political revolution, genocide, refugee camp, a refugee relocation program, and plastic surgery. It might make a good fanfic with me as the Mary Sue, although of course some people would question whether any fic with a Mary Sue can be good. (I think that is wrong and I have a great example that supports my claim in a different fandom that I hope to discuss at some point).

But there is a quick and easy everyday fantasy that anyone can do with Armitage, and I want to share. I discovered this style of fantasy about four years ago after a big breakup, when I was flying to the country of my xBF and he was no longer going to meet my flight. I came up with a fictional man who was going to pick me up at the arrivals door in his car, take me to a hotel, rehydrate me, and then f*** the living daylights out of my body. It made the flight and the whole transition bearable. By the time I had played out the whole fantasy, I had fallen into bed and a potentially painful experience had been managed. A little creative fantasy makes every difficult situation easier!

Fantasy to practice: on the way home from work, you are met by Armitage, who is your significant other. Walking from work to your car, you find him waiting on the path. You see him slightly before he sees you, leaning against a tree in profile. When you reach him he leans over, pecks you on the cheek, and then puts his arm around your shoulders as you walk to the car together. He says, “did you have a good day, darling?” and you chat about your day. He is wonderfully sensitive, remembering everything that you were going to do today and all of the stupid little irritations of the office.

This fantasy will easily occupy your energies for that entire discouraging trudge from your office to your car. You can even imagine Armitage driving you to the home you share with him. Of course, the next dilemma is whether to have dinner and snuggle on the couch while reading/watching TV, or go straight to bed and order food delivered if you happen to be hungry much, much later.

~ by Servetus on March 1, 2010.

6 Responses to “Style of fantasy, continued.”

  1. […] comforting Dibley along with a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup, I think! May mobilize one of my earliest Armitage fantasies to sweeten the path […]

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  2. Who needs fantasy when they’ve got you? My make me realize how my RL world is so small I look outside for those fantasies but rarely Armitage beyond his characters. I did have one scenario in the Spring when you wrote this that I would replay in my mind. It’s been ages since I’ve done it as it’s an outdoors one and currently so NOT an outdoors season. But this story reminds me of a fantasy I used to have during the days I took public transportation. Something about that shared time of waiting on a platform going in the same direction …

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    • 🙂 Thanks for this comment.

      This was a big fantasy for me last spring (the walking together to the parking garage and driving home, not so much the implied denouement). I also mostly (90%) have fantasies about characters as opposed to the real Armitage — I find the real Armitage fantasies a bit dangerous. What strikes me in retrospect is how absolutely quotidian this is. There’s something hugely discouraging about the walk to pick up the car, the sort of transition between my public and private lives, and I want someone to fit in there and help me over the threshold, so to speak.

      I feel like standing on a train platform is practically an invitation to think deep thoughts. I don’t stand on many in the U.S., but when I am in Germany, OMG.

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  3. […] with occasional breaks for food. Talk to mom on the phone. When all the crises are under control, walk to car, drive home, pick up food on the way, enter apartment. Slam door, drop bags, gasp until I sob. Stay […]

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  4. […] ga ga ga and little energy left to walk to my car. Which is, of course, one of those times when the fantasy of Richard Armitage as companion during transitions is most […]

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  5. […] with occasional breaks for food. Talk to mom on the phone. When all the crises are under control, walk to car, drive home, pick up food on the way, enter apartment. Slam door, drop bags, gasp until I sob. Stay […]

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