You know what this looks like to me? What it reminds me of? A writer posting a fic on Fanfiction.net, getting pissed because no one read his story or everyone thought it sucked, and saying "Oh yeah? I'm gonna kill EVERYONE next chapter, so there!"
That's just... perfect. I think I love you. I might have stalked followed you from Yahtzee63's journal for the 'Dearly Departed' ficathon. And um... yeah. Just... yes.
That and this: My OTP dies the death of blown to bits and breaking glass, and Sydney and Nancy Boy Vaughn get their happily ever after on the beach?
Yeah. I hate to stalk random people, but you? Deserve it. I adore you and your thoughts as they mirror my own. Which ended up being LONG and uberranty in my own journal, so I hear ya.
Nancy Boy Vaughn. Why didn't he just die with his eleventy four bullet holes. Damn.
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You know what this looks like to me? What it reminds me of? A writer posting a fic on Fanfiction.net, getting pissed because no one read his story or everyone thought it sucked, and saying "Oh yeah? I'm gonna kill EVERYONE next chapter, so there!"
That's just... perfect. I think I love you. I might have
stalkedfollowed you from Yahtzee63's journal for the 'Dearly Departed' ficathon. And um... yeah. Just... yes.That and this: My OTP dies the death of blown to bits and breaking glass, and Sydney and Nancy Boy Vaughn get their happily ever after on the beach?
Yeah. I hate to stalk random people, but you? Deserve it. I adore you and your thoughts as they mirror my own. Which ended up being LONG and uberranty in my own journal, so I hear ya.
Nancy Boy Vaughn. Why didn't he just die with his eleventy four bullet holes. Damn.