when your supply is tainted
There is a terrible beauty to small post-peak fandoms. You may find a handful of radiant gems in the fandom standard recs, and then... then you have to go hunting in some Really Dark Waters. Because you know--you know--there are some hidden gems, fics that weren't rec'd 500 million times because they published after the fandom peaked, or the author just wasn't a BNF or it somehow got overlooked, or the author dared to write a trope that's not popular, or or or. But you know they're out there. And you're so, so thirsty. So you look.
If I could go back in time to this morning, I would entreat myself NOT to take a chance on a dodgy trope that I like, that is only written to my tastes 10% of the time, and has been written in a small fandom and maybe not vetted by a lot of reviews so there's no way to know the vibe. Just... girl, don't go there. The odds aren't in your favor. Resist. Future-you just read a significant chunk of a story that was so EXTREMELY not to your taste BUT STILL YOU PUSHED ON, HOPING FOR REDEMPTION, only to finally free yourself with a ragequit 85% of the way through. But not without a miserable, miserable aesthetic aftertaste that's not going away any time soon.
...
I'm talking about pregnant male spies, y'all. That's right. Judge. I have to go into the weekend mourning that I will shuffle off this mortal coil never having read satisfying filthy mpreg A/B/O 1960s spy fic. It's a dark day.
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If I could go back in time to this morning, I would entreat myself NOT to take a chance on a dodgy trope that I like, that is only written to my tastes 10% of the time, and has been written in a small fandom and maybe not vetted by a lot of reviews so there's no way to know the vibe. Just... girl, don't go there. The odds aren't in your favor. Resist. Future-you just read a significant chunk of a story that was so EXTREMELY not to your taste BUT STILL YOU PUSHED ON, HOPING FOR REDEMPTION, only to finally free yourself with a ragequit 85% of the way through. But not without a miserable, miserable aesthetic aftertaste that's not going away any time soon.
...
I'm talking about pregnant male spies, y'all. That's right. Judge. I have to go into the weekend mourning that I will shuffle off this mortal coil never having read satisfying filthy mpreg A/B/O 1960s spy fic. It's a dark day.
Crossposted from my Dreamwidth account: http://indelicateink.dreamwidth.org/70124.html--please comment there instead. Comments:
. Find me on tumblr as indelicateink.