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I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:
My tags are very… intense
If you ever catch yourself thinking that your fanfic premise is too stupid to actually write, remember: Thomas Harris, author of The Silence of the Lambs, recipient of multiple prestigious literary awards both American and international, and widely regarded as one of the finest suspense writers of his generation, once wrote a book about sexy teenage Hannibal Lecter killing Nazis with a katana.
The resulting film adaptation made eighty million dollars.
This is your standard for comparison. Now: is your idea really that stupid?
I finished the fic
Over the last few thousand words I feel like a giant barbed fishhook has been spooled down my throat and then sloooooooooooooooooooooowly drawn upward and torn out my heart, catching on a few ribs along the way. It’s a very hollow feeling. It’s not a very gifable one, either.
It was a slow off-kilter burn of a fic and then it just started breakneck crashing out of control and I
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
(I’m sorry for everyone watching my very swift breakdown over this fic. I am in the last couple hundred words I swear)
WHAT THE ACTUAL MOTHERLOVING FUCK
*backhands That Person across the room*