~~a fluffy sappy goopy hetfic...! ruuuun!

well. erm. i know that the last story went down like a lead balloon, and... ok, so i'm cringing, cringing now... but still.

in the spirit of sisterhood... and badfic... and fluffyfic... and please-please-god-let-even-one-thing-i-write-be-any-good... and since silviakundera could do it, well... so could i, goddammit...!! *hyperventilates. again.*

so.
fic. ron/hermione. sappy. *coughs* yes. the world has ended.
it's... not polished, but i'm getting the feeling like, if i didn't keep sending my babies out, i'll just -imagine- them being flops, instead of knowing they are. which is, after all, much better. ahem. so.

~~Charming~~
a `ron & hermione have the morning to themselves, and much blushing ensues' production.
all those het-reading people who read this. i know you're out there. *paranoid stare into space* ahem. i'm just sayin'...

*sobs*
ahh, the joys of fandom. i'd have never written this if not for the fandom. and i blame all of you...!!
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anyway
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i've been straying, you know, from the One True Path of h/d. nono, not wanting either of -them- with anyone. but. first there was the ron/percy. then there was the crabbe/goyle (or is that goyle/crabbe?? *wibbles*) -- and then -- and then there was... lex/lionel...!! waah. i liked a smallville story. erk. so well written. the only incest story i consider Good, in fandom, that i've ever read. yes. it rocks. it bounces. it.... aww. it's subtle and yet direct and yet stylistically pleasing. not like, obscure, where you have to make up your own mind entirely, and of course it doesn't tell you what to think, either. nearly perfect treatment (though admittedly, helped along by the incest being between adults).

i realize my squickiness before the specters of non-h/d is... immature. and see, i am so mature. see? it's just that i avoid things. yeah. i'm good at that. but even though i avoid them, they're good (when i force myself to do them) anyway. life's like that. ha. peachy-cakes.
um. maybe... maybe really, it -is- all about The Story. but no, i'm only like that with characters i don't care about, really, so the reason i don't read say, crabbe/goyle (not that there is much, obviously) isn't because i want goyle with millicent (*dies*-- oh god..! SQUICKFIC alert...!) it's just. boring. that's where good fics help.

there's normal squick. which is --ugh, i really didn't need to have that image in my head. and romantic!squick, which is --aaaargh, but this is Heresy, aaaaargh.

not so much heresy. but like. sad.
i don't go for sad, actually. yeah, yeah, i know. but really..! i like -dark-. i like -painful-. but sad (in that... `this is so wrong, and so hopeless...'). ginny is probably going to end up with harry, in the books. or not. but like, it's likely enough. and that's wrong. not that i care that much about canon!harry. but still. i... see, when i See a connection-- a pairing or a truth or a world or a characterization-- it... it ownz me. heh. the church of harry&draco. ha. *laughs madly*
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*cries* Tower with a View... forgot about signing up for that update list....
guh. sob. cry. i miss it...!! wah. it think it was either the second or first or...third... whatever, it was up there, one of the first fics i read. and, and, i loffed it muchly...! gah. the fight scenes. *drools* so cool.

``Needless to say, you won't be getting an ending to A Tower with a View. I am very sorry to disappoint you. It was a simple matter of them meeting again, Harry rejecting Draco, Draco relenting, and then mad boysex. Nothing special."

but i wanted to see that. i did. i mean. yes. i'll shut up now.
i mean, what else is there??!! nothing, i say, nothing.
*cries*

EDIT: guh. i hate livejournal sometimes.

~~doing my part [for my fandom]

here. sign this petition... please?

whoever you are, if you're reading this, please please please sign that, if you haven't already. yes this is me, pathetic-activist-girl!reena. fanfiction.net has banned nc-17-rated fanfic from being hosted on its site, because of some "complaints", even though it's been clearly marked, with a "this is an nc-17 fic" alert, every time, as well as only findable if you -search- for higher-rated fic. while i don't write nc-17 lately (er. well. the muse is fickle, all that), i have in the past, and this pisses me off. so, i just thought, since pr0n is such a worthy cause (*cough*)-- rather, since Free Speech is such a worthy cause.... anyway. yeah. so sign.
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i was just thinking that... it's weird. i don't think of myself as a non-prolific writer. or a prolific writer. i used to fill up notebooks with random scribbles-- a scribble a day or two, when i was on a roll-- but, the thing is, i never finished any of them. so it feels like now, when i actually -finish- (small) fics every two weeks or so, it's an Event. probably isn't to anyone but me. no one sits up and goes, ``wow, reena, really??! you -finished- something??! i have to read it now...!". heh. because like, for all they know, i just do this casually, all the time. and i do. so i have no defense, really, except that i'm kind of amazed at myself anyway. so i was telling myself to "buck up" & "take it like a man" & then amalin reviewed (and she liked it??! *dies*) so like. now. all is right with the world. *hears birds singing off in the distance* ahem.

i still think of myself as a smutty writer, kind of. i used to write smut when i was 15/16. and i still go on that, to say, see??! i am so smutty. which is ridiculous. past smut doesn't equal present smut, right. must...stop... dwelling... in... past. used to be, 65% of every snippet i wrote had sex in it. really. het sex, too. i was the PWP queen, baby. and now, look at me. fluff. (yes look, heheh). i wrote fluffy fluff fluff. *hangs head in shame* i have no excuses. i did like the hot-air balloon thing... a lot. mmm, balloons. whee..!
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in other news. my stalker-girl is back (met her last year, in the computer lab. she always says hi and smiles at me. a lot. i'm scared. she's creepy.) she asked for my number...!

why can't the cute, sexy girls ask for my number??!!
why...why god... why...
why.....
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..... *cries*