you're killing me, Smalls

[carolinecrane]

Here is why I try never to watch The Sandlot when it turns up on cable: Invariably it leaves me wanting to write slash. No shock there, just as it will come as a surprise to no one at all that I want to write Benny/Smalls slash. I'm sure there's already some out there, but I'm kind of scared to look for it, for the same reason that I keep

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[twincy]

It's just too disappointing to discover that people are writing the pairing you want to read about, only to discover that the people writing them aren't that good at it.

MY.
LIFE.

And because I'm a spiteful person, my reaction to this tends to be "Well, fine, if you won't write me decent fic for this pairing, I'll do it myself. IN MY HEAD WHERE YOU CAN NEVER READ IT."

[carolinecrane]

My knee-jerk reaction is to write fic and post it, then not get any comments at all because it's not bad enough, which further embitters me. Then I come back here and I'm all passive-aggressive behind a f-lock. Because that's what LJ is for.

[twincy]

You know why that is? Because to people who write bad fic, stumbling upon good fic is so overwhelming and shocking a reminder of the inferiority of their own writing that they have no choice but to curl up under their desks and/or drink themselves into a stupor. Which is why they don't comment.

Yes.

Shut up, that is *so* how the world works.

[carolinecrane]

Well, that's what I tell myself so I don't throw a hissy fit and storm out of fandom every time it happens, so I'm not going to argue with you.

(Happy birthday, btw.)

[twincy]

Reject reality, substitute your own, etc.

(It's not until tomorrow, but thank you. I suspect I'll be spending it cowering under the desk and/or drinking myself into a stupor.)

[carolinecrane]

Oh, right. I am useless at the whole concept of 'time zones'. I'm ashamed to say that when I think about Europe I'm all, "Other side of the ocean; must be tomorrow!" As though I haven't been there multiple times. I blame it on being born in Asia and not knowing what date I was actually born on. Speaking of rejecting reality.

[twincy]

Funny, I was just bitching on twitter about how much easier it would be for me to write Justified fic if the United States made ANY SENSE AT ALL to me. Though I guess fic where people bone in storage closets doesn't really require a working knowledge of Lexington, KY infrastructure. But still. I can't even make up my mind whether this guy would live in an apartment, or one of those crazy-ass American houses made out of cardboard with like, a porch and a rocking chair or something.

RANT. Anyway: it's Sunday the 30th, 9:45pm where I am, in case you were curious. I am speaking to you from ~the future. It's not super thrilling, though there's quite a nice sunset happening.

Also: admittedly not as major a headache as cross-dateline birth, but about one in ten people don't believe me when I tell them my birthday and try to claim May doesn't *have* 31 days.

[carolinecrane]

You know, my friend ruggerdavey lives in Louisville, KY, which is about an hour and a half west of Lexington. In case you need any on-the-ground research, she might be able to hook you up.

Research from the past! So...just like every other kind of research, then.

[cinderlily]

Ammmmmen.