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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....??

Comments

[ethrosdemon.livejournal.com]

*cries* I posted a fic today, but I've been gone so long no one loves me anymore.

This is a bitter realization, and I am planning to set fandom on fire.

[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.

[addictedkitten.livejournal.com]

But... if I see one more fic where Draco has to kill Harry 'cause Voldemort wants him to....

I don't think I've ever seen one of these. Am I missing something?

After months of soul-searching and hard fucking, I think I'd be a)on anti-depressants and b)sore. And you'd think it wouldn't take so long to search one's soul. *frowns* But then, maybe all the hard fucking messed with his mind, made it hard to think? Huh. Maybe I should try that. Except without the soul-searching.

Incidentally, if the person that wrote that line reads your LJ I will laugh malevolently and with no sense of remorse. But then, I'm evil.

[vlamidala.livejournal.com]

Utterly OT, but d'you want me to drop your scarf in the mail sometime, seeing as winter break came and went a month ago? :p

[sistermagpie.livejournal.com]

LOL! I know! I think when you first get into a pairing anything will do, but then you start wanting the good stuff. It's just like an addiction. You can't stay away from it, but your tolerance for badness goes down.