So this is the reason why almost every, if not every, badfic author flounces and lands a shitstorm every time their work is criticized. Figures ( Read more... )

Cats. Dear God. Cats. Have you ever noticed how bad they stink? Gods, the filth. Right now there's a cat in our apartment and I'm basically suffocating. And I used to like cats when I was a kid. I even used to want one. Ugh. And I also thought I wasn't allergic to anything. Guess I am allergic after all. To cats. (Either that, or I have a super- ( Read more... )

You know what? Fuck you and your writing. I'm sick of it already. It makes me want to retch as much as badfic does. Your characterisation? Fucking out the window. He would not do that. And the other he just doesn't have it in him to say and do shit like that. I can hear you speaking behind those two characters, and that's bad. They... just wouldn't ( Read more... )

I still hate humans. I'd like to see half of them in pain. Pregnant women? I have no tolerance for them. So you dropped an earring while trying it on? Pick it up yourself, damnit. Kids? I loathe them. They need to be put on leash and chains instead of being allowed to freely run around and paw at every damn thing in the store. Those cutesy tiny ( Read more... )

and both not really worth the time ( Read more... )

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