Oh, boy, do I rock at procrastination. I could give lessons.
I've had a fic file open since 8.50 and it's now 10.42 and I haven't read more than the first line. I've just put away a load of laundry I started at 7.40, I've tidied, hoovered and opened all the windows because it's a gloriously warm day (spring arrived yesterday afternoon when I wasn't looking; the pond at the end of the road is shrouded in a mysterious pall of mist and is amazingly still iced over, even though it's rained lots and it hit 20 C yesterday).
I've composed a few LJ posts in my head and yes, there was a hormonal reason for why I filled up with tears late last night just reading the header for a death fic. Good to know.
Deathfic doesn't squick me. It doesn't just not appeal, the way kid fic and mpreg don't (for which I make no apologies; I'm not dissing them; they just leave me with a meh look on my face).
No.
It just rips my heart out and leaves me a whimpering, traumatised wreck, fighting back real, wet, trickle down the face and nose tears. God.
I flinch when I see the warning. Just the thought of what's in the fic is enough to give me a cold chill.
Of all the untold thousands of fics I've read, three death fics still stay with me. I'll never read them again; I couldn't do that to myself. They were all brilliant fics by writers I admire immensely but read them again? No way. (Bitca's Wes/Faith Rock the Cradle fic, the Jack/Daniel Willemakee one by Mary Jane and Willa's Five in a Bed AtS AU before you ask).
Notice how there aren't any Sentinel ones on that list. I'm reading
snycock's WiP 'Every Purpose Under Heaven' which is, technically, a death fic in that when it opens one of the men has died some time before, but it's set in the future and there are lots of flashbacks and I can just about deal with it (and it's very good, which helps ::g::).
But there's something about the idea of Blair without Jim or vice versa that guts me, more so than another pairing. Don't know why. I guess it's because for them there's no one else to turn to, no other possibilities. They're it for each other.
I've written some fics where I've killed people off or written about people mourning deaths so I've done some myself, I guess.
But if I ever even try to do one in this fandom, stop me, because I'll hate myself in the morning.
I need some schmoop.
No. No. Must edit fic.
God ::head desk:: Just do it, Jane. Sheesh.
I've had a fic file open since 8.50 and it's now 10.42 and I haven't read more than the first line. I've just put away a load of laundry I started at 7.40, I've tidied, hoovered and opened all the windows because it's a gloriously warm day (spring arrived yesterday afternoon when I wasn't looking; the pond at the end of the road is shrouded in a mysterious pall of mist and is amazingly still iced over, even though it's rained lots and it hit 20 C yesterday).
I've composed a few LJ posts in my head and yes, there was a hormonal reason for why I filled up with tears late last night just reading the header for a death fic. Good to know.
Deathfic doesn't squick me. It doesn't just not appeal, the way kid fic and mpreg don't (for which I make no apologies; I'm not dissing them; they just leave me with a meh look on my face).
No.
It just rips my heart out and leaves me a whimpering, traumatised wreck, fighting back real, wet, trickle down the face and nose tears. God.
I flinch when I see the warning. Just the thought of what's in the fic is enough to give me a cold chill.
Of all the untold thousands of fics I've read, three death fics still stay with me. I'll never read them again; I couldn't do that to myself. They were all brilliant fics by writers I admire immensely but read them again? No way. (Bitca's Wes/Faith Rock the Cradle fic, the Jack/Daniel Willemakee one by Mary Jane and Willa's Five in a Bed AtS AU before you ask).
Notice how there aren't any Sentinel ones on that list. I'm reading
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But there's something about the idea of Blair without Jim or vice versa that guts me, more so than another pairing. Don't know why. I guess it's because for them there's no one else to turn to, no other possibilities. They're it for each other.
I've written some fics where I've killed people off or written about people mourning deaths so I've done some myself, I guess.
But if I ever even try to do one in this fandom, stop me, because I'll hate myself in the morning.
I need some schmoop.
No. No. Must edit fic.
God ::head desk:: Just do it, Jane. Sheesh.