How could I ever? It's just...it's been a while since I got all fandom-obsessed and I thought I was beyond that now...only to find myself blindsided by Without a Trace luv. (motherfucker...obsessions always cost me...time...money...sleep...) There were fluffbunnies and now there are angstbunnies and pornbunnies and (motherfucker) I really don't have time for this right now.
I know what it is, it's my brain trying to distract me from the end of Ideas of Sin. It's classic diversionary behavior.
Hmmm. Mmph. You know, it doesn't help that they have cute them-as-teenagers-in-a-boarding-school-AU fics. Because those are my secret weakness. Lord knows why. If Harry Potter had semi-private rooms instead of wings, I'd probably be reading/writing that fandom right now. (Speaking of which, do people ever write like secretly shy/insecure Draco? Cuz I'd *heart* that). Something about taking characters back in time and making them all teenagery and bumbling and *precious* and... (It's repressed high school fantasies or something. Has to be. Even though I did not attend a boarding school.) So Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne. Or Lex/Clark extreme AU. Or...or...
Yes. *ahem* Yes. I will focus now. Matter at hand. Life and death. Blood. NeNe on his knees. Right-o.
But....
I know what it is, it's my brain trying to distract me from the end of Ideas of Sin. It's classic diversionary behavior.
Hmmm. Mmph. You know, it doesn't help that they have cute them-as-teenagers-in-a-boarding-school-AU fics. Because those are my secret weakness. Lord knows why. If Harry Potter had semi-private rooms instead of wings, I'd probably be reading/writing that fandom right now. (Speaking of which, do people ever write like secretly shy/insecure Draco? Cuz I'd *heart* that). Something about taking characters back in time and making them all teenagery and bumbling and *precious* and... (It's repressed high school fantasies or something. Has to be. Even though I did not attend a boarding school.) So Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne. Or Lex/Clark extreme AU. Or...or...
Yes. *ahem* Yes. I will focus now. Matter at hand. Life and death. Blood. NeNe on his knees. Right-o.
But....
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