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Earlier, I started a post with "Ow ow ow. Badfic is bad."
Several hours and side trips to eat dinner, reread bits of My Friend Flicka* and annoy Casper, I'm on chapter twelve.
...They're long chapters.
I'm so ashamed. It has an OCC and it's a girl and Paul McDermott declares he wants to have her babies.
Yes, really. Chapter twelve.
Please don't unfriend me. You have every right to but please don't; I need people to cling to when the realisation hits that my life is over and pretty soon I'll be reduced to leaving reviews on the Pit of Voles saying "OMG this is liek teh bestest! Plz post more!!!! And plz review my AWESOME DAAS FIC BECAUSE YOU ARE AWESOME LOL!!!!!eleventy!!"
...That actually hurt. Maybe I'm not a lost cause.
I will be unless someone stops me reading though. This fucker has FORTY-FOUR CHAPTERS. SOMEONE CALL THE FIC POLICE ON ME NOW. HELP.
(I can't believe I'm wasting my now-precious freetime on this. Oh god. I need someone here to take the laptop off me. This is a cry for help flisters. TELL ME TO STOP. BADFIC WILL ONLY HURT ME IN THE END.
Except, fuck me, it actually has some lines that're funny. Just enough that when I want to close the window and scream and throw Harry II across the room, I actually laugh and forget it's awful.
I'm a lost cause. 'scuse me; I need to go cry somewhere. Preferably somewhere without internet access.)
*I sorted my kids books out, remember. I'd forgotten how much that series gives even my thoughts a soft American drawl.
edit the pathetic: Oh my god she just referenced an article from The Forgetting of Wisdom. And I only know that because I was reading it yesterday. How can someone who can drop in sneaky references to a celebrity's obscure out of print book write forty-four chapters for self-insertion Mary Sueage?
Yes, it's over an hour later and I'm still reading. None of you jumped in to dissuade me from this casual disregard for my sanity. I hate you all.*
*Not really. I'm still hoping someone can drag me away from this before I actually lose sleep to it.
Several hours and side trips to eat dinner, reread bits of My Friend Flicka* and annoy Casper, I'm on chapter twelve.
...They're long chapters.
I'm so ashamed. It has an OCC and it's a girl and Paul McDermott declares he wants to have her babies.
Yes, really. Chapter twelve.
Please don't unfriend me. You have every right to but please don't; I need people to cling to when the realisation hits that my life is over and pretty soon I'll be reduced to leaving reviews on the Pit of Voles saying "OMG this is liek teh bestest! Plz post more!!!! And plz review my AWESOME DAAS FIC BECAUSE YOU ARE AWESOME LOL!!!!!eleventy!!"
...That actually hurt. Maybe I'm not a lost cause.
I will be unless someone stops me reading though. This fucker has FORTY-FOUR CHAPTERS. SOMEONE CALL THE FIC POLICE ON ME NOW. HELP.
(I can't believe I'm wasting my now-precious freetime on this. Oh god. I need someone here to take the laptop off me. This is a cry for help flisters. TELL ME TO STOP. BADFIC WILL ONLY HURT ME IN THE END.
Except, fuck me, it actually has some lines that're funny. Just enough that when I want to close the window and scream and throw Harry II across the room, I actually laugh and forget it's awful.
I'm a lost cause. 'scuse me; I need to go cry somewhere. Preferably somewhere without internet access.)
*I sorted my kids books out, remember. I'd forgotten how much that series gives even my thoughts a soft American drawl.
edit the pathetic: Oh my god she just referenced an article from The Forgetting of Wisdom. And I only know that because I was reading it yesterday. How can someone who can drop in sneaky references to a celebrity's obscure out of print book write forty-four chapters for self-insertion Mary Sueage?
Yes, it's over an hour later and I'm still reading. None of you jumped in to dissuade me from this casual disregard for my sanity. I hate you all.*
*Not really. I'm still hoping someone can drag me away from this before I actually lose sleep to it.
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Date: 2009-07-27 10:55 pm (UTC)I also sometimes get drawn into Badfic for the lulz. I have read so much crazy HP that is godawful, but just what I fancied.
I'm not proud of it, just thought you may want to know that you are not alone.
ALSO! Be proud of yourself. On Saturday I'm meeting a pal in London, and that will make it the second time I have dragged someone to Crazy Cakes, just so I can have one of the delicious muffins. You have created an addict :D
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Date: 2009-07-30 09:01 pm (UTC)YAY! My deliciously bad influence works! :DDD Considering you made me buy a book when I had no money, I feel it's a just revenge. ;-) Also that means we can go back next time I'm in London! (Not 'til November. :( Sadness.)
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Date: 2009-07-30 09:42 pm (UTC)Haha, I suppose it is a fair deal when you put it like that. But I'm heading back up North at the end of Aug, so I won't be here in November D: You'll just have to buy me a cupcake and then we can meet up in Lancs or something :DDD
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Date: 2009-07-27 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-30 09:04 pm (UTC)...That probably didn't deserve the exclamation mark.)
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Date: 2009-07-28 03:03 am (UTC)Of course I write it with my tongue firmly in my cheek. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-30 09:07 pm (UTC)This was so not tongue-in-cheek and I woed but it had Paul and was actually somewhat funny and oh, I wish someone would write Paul/Tim with dialogue that good. It would've been good if it hadn't been a Sue which is the worst thing. It was just good enough that I couldn't stop.
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Date: 2009-07-28 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-30 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-30 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-28 11:26 am (UTC)I did, but they said for some reason due to the recession, there is currently a shortage of white coats in the country and without them they couldn't come round. Sorry.
X-P
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Date: 2009-07-30 09:17 pm (UTC)