Isn’t shipping Legos is a bad sign?
At a family gathering, the clan’s children were happily watching “The Lego Movie”. As an involuntary viewer, I, on the other hand, was discovering that I had underestimated my capacity for experiencing boredom.
And then, when Good Cop/Bad Cop was onscreen (yes, his head spins around inside his helmet, and he changes personalities), I had the idle thought, “Oh, he’s an uke and a seme.”
Momentary relief of boredom.
Later, when Good Cop/Bad Cop was being tortured by President Business, I decided that Good Cop needed a sweet boyfriend to take care of him. I mean, thanks to yaoi, I’ve seen kinky Q-tip play before, but that face-erasing thing was really too much.
Not being very creative, I settled on giving Good Cop/Bad Cop to the lead, Emmet. After all, Emmet, the Tom-Hanks-esque character of the film, is so outrageously earnest that he won’t ever do Good Cop wrong.
Even better, he’s both ridiculously forgiving and relatively weak-willed in his relationships, so he’ll take whatever abuse sadistic Bad Cop dishes out, should he ever surface.
Fortunately, while all those Lego-yaoi thoughts did alleviate my boredom for a few minutes, they did not lead to my having any hot and heavy fantasies about two plastic bodies in bed.
Surely that means that my fujoshi disease progression has not (yet) reached the terminal stage.