Fic
You know you have read too much badfic at the Pit of Voles when discovering that an author believes green apple Smirnoff Ice is the height of sophistication just makes you want to chuck her under her little chin and hope that she develops better taste in booze when she's old enough to drink legally. It's kind of sweet, really. Let's see if I can hold on to this charitable frame of mind when we get to the inevitable unrealistic sex scene.
Are those song lyrics, or is that bad original poetry in italics?
No! Stop being your usual bitchy, mocking self and think happy, nice thoughts.
Sixteen more chapters to go.
Chapter 2. Song lyrics. Definitely.
*twitches*
That's it. I can't do this anymore.
Are those song lyrics, or is that bad original poetry in italics?
No! Stop being your usual bitchy, mocking self and think happy, nice thoughts.
Sixteen more chapters to go.
Chapter 2. Song lyrics. Definitely.
*twitches*
That's it. I can't do this anymore.