I should start this by mentioning Felicia Day is not mine.  I know that seems like a strange statement to start this off with, no one I post belongs to me, right?  But I do feel a sense of ownership sometimes, we all do with things we love.  Our favorite band, our favorite character, TV show, whatever it is you start to feel like it’s yours because you’ve invested so much into it.  At it’s worst this leads to that horrible nerdery we have all seen where people seethe with anger when what they love becomes popular or makes what they consider a wrong turn.  At it’s best it gives you a bit of pop culture to identify with, to give you instant kinship with other fans and to give you a special pick me up only that thing can.  Felicia Day is not that way for me.  I certainly like her, I am hardly invulnerable to cute but I will readily admit many of the people who like or reblog this (or the very, very popular reblog, then realize the name of my blog and delete your reblog) have much more a claim to Felicia Day.  The girl has fans.  I mean, serious fans.  And why not?  She has built things people love.  The whole geek goddess thing aside, you have to respect someone who made herself, she had a passion, a talent, and a drive and did something that ended up connecting with a lot of people.  That those people would then feel a special bond to her makes so much sense.  And good for them.  She’s here for me because I am hurriedly catching up on Supernatural after falling behind last year and she just showed up.  And well, I’m not invulnerable to cute.  So here she is, today I want to fuck Felicia Day.