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[reenka]

H/D smut badfic will be the death of me.

What is it with the morbid, dark fascination, with the utter perverse need to simply read every R-and-up fic there is for them? Why do I keep looking even when I feel like I'll throw up if one more person uses the word "bloody" in an otherwise completely Americanized fic? Why do I keep looking, even when they're retelling the same old story without even pretending to say something new and different? -Is- there such a thing as "new and different" when you've read so much fic that you easily know more about Harry & Draco than can safely fit into a healthy brain?

I'm on hiatus, yes, but I still get veelainc mail, and there was this link to hpvalensmut, and well... who can resist smut? Not I. Except I should. And now I'm like... "step away, Reena-- just-- step -away-", and it's so -hard-, because the porn-- it's calling to me-- it's saying-- you know you want to. And well, I do want to. Just today I was rolling my eyes at myself 'cause I actually egg Harry on (out loud) in smutty H/D pics on my hard-drive. I'm very very embarrassing. But... if I see one more fic where Draco has to kill Harry 'cause Voldemort wants him to.... I will do painful, painful things. Somehow. Someway. Someone will -pay-.

A quote for your "pleasure":

"And then, after hours and days and weeks and months of soul-searching and hard fucking"....

Why god... why....??

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[conversant.livejournal.com]

I've been there and I could be there again so easily. It's some sort of brain tick, I think. You read that stuff and then your brain echoes with it, calling you back. Yes, it holds you in thrall even when you are crying out, "No, no, no! Harry'd never say, 'Suck me, Malfoy, or I'll smack you upside the head.' And he's not, not, not standing there in the back yard in Dudley's old sneakers, with his too-big sweater falling off one shoulder while Draco unzips his pants." I hurt for you, Reena.

I hurt for me, too, because I know that I wrote a sentence so like the one you quoted I turned green reading it. (Okay, there was neither soul-searching nor hard fucking in it, but it was a bad-fic formula-phrase nonetheless.)

I followed spare_change's archive links yesterday (was it just yesterday?), and I felt both the horror and the compulsion (not to mention the compulsion to spank S for tempting me).

So, Reena, eat the badfic before it eats you.

Or something like that.

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Hee! Now I'm thinking of soap operas and things. If only they held -any- satisfaction whatsoever-- even brain-numbing would be good. A part of me is admittedly happy at least we don't have to slog through 20 chapters of UST and icy!Draco, but... Oh man.

I love the idea of dirty-and-badly-dressed!Harry holding some sort of thrall over well-dressed!Malfoy, ahahahah. You have to admit that's pretty :D :D! I wonder what would do that to them (poor woobies... brain damage..??) but. ahahah. Now I can't get it out of my head ^^;

I can't imagine you writing anything -that- bad. I mean. That's a whole singular class of bad that only the truly gifted can reach~:))

Glad I'm not the only one -.-