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svmadelyn finally sat me down and forced out a deal. I will watch Asylum and Shattered if a.) she sends me cookies and b.) she watches tandem with me online next weekend. Which really means I need to prepare everyone now for my imminent breakdown and fits of crying. Just looking at the discs makes me vaguely queasy. Watching sisabet's vid makes me moreso.
Stupid svmadelyn and her dark manipulations. One day. *shakes fist* One day....
This is where I shake my fist at my computer meaningfully.
Landscape (SV, 65,866 words)
I look at this one and wish to cry. And not in a good, look, end of the world and rain of blood and toads whee! type way either. I'm bent, I get this, and I pretty much blame fandom for it, since when I check out my bookshelf of pre-1999 books, there's a lot of happy there. Not so much with the bunnies and dancing sunshines anymore here. Stupid story.
Still stuck in the happy part. Since last I whined about this, there's been one aborted attempt at sex, one kidnapping, two shootings, one death, and a desperate run to the hospital for emergency surgery while people bleed out on the floor and Lex contemplates mass murder. Yet I still consider this the happy part. Sometimes, I marvel that there are people still willing to speak to me.
*ponder this*.
The Yard (SV, 59,737)
Every time I look at it, I twitch. What was I thinking with using past tense? I backslide so often I have rugburn on my ass. Gah. We left our heros confused and watching the Kryptonian equivlant of television or dealing with Kal. Hmm.
Pretty When You're Mine (SV, 52,894)
The sad thing is, of these three, this one is probably the most cheerful and uplifting.
Frantic (SV, 3,854)
All I need here is a conclusion to the plotline. Maybe two pages, tops. I keep feeling like I should subtitle it "When Goo Attacks".
Shopping therapy would help. It would help *so much*. Like, for sheets. Or books. Or nail polish. Hmm.
Stupid svmadelyn and her dark manipulations. One day. *shakes fist* One day....
This is where I shake my fist at my computer meaningfully.
Landscape (SV, 65,866 words)
I look at this one and wish to cry. And not in a good, look, end of the world and rain of blood and toads whee! type way either. I'm bent, I get this, and I pretty much blame fandom for it, since when I check out my bookshelf of pre-1999 books, there's a lot of happy there. Not so much with the bunnies and dancing sunshines anymore here. Stupid story.
Still stuck in the happy part. Since last I whined about this, there's been one aborted attempt at sex, one kidnapping, two shootings, one death, and a desperate run to the hospital for emergency surgery while people bleed out on the floor and Lex contemplates mass murder. Yet I still consider this the happy part. Sometimes, I marvel that there are people still willing to speak to me.
*ponder this*.
The Yard (SV, 59,737)
Every time I look at it, I twitch. What was I thinking with using past tense? I backslide so often I have rugburn on my ass. Gah. We left our heros confused and watching the Kryptonian equivlant of television or dealing with Kal. Hmm.
Pretty When You're Mine (SV, 52,894)
The sad thing is, of these three, this one is probably the most cheerful and uplifting.
Frantic (SV, 3,854)
All I need here is a conclusion to the plotline. Maybe two pages, tops. I keep feeling like I should subtitle it "When Goo Attacks".
Shopping therapy would help. It would help *so much*. Like, for sheets. Or books. Or nail polish. Hmm.