So BBC Sherlock is, like, a really good show, right? And I totally ship that. But I just couldn't get into the fanfic. Not that it's poorly written, because it definitely isn't, but so much of it seems to consist of novel-length angst-a-thons, and that's not generally my brand of escapism. And Avengers has years of awesome canon and an enthusiastic fandom and super-hot dudes all up in each other's space, but I never quite caught on to that, either. What I'm saying is, the quality of the source material does not correlate with my involvement in the fandom.
Which is my super-convoluted, bass-ackwards way of admitting that I watched Teen Wolf.
And the show is so bad. So bad. Which is not, I realize, an unpopular opinion within the fandom, but I'm still trying to wrap my brain around why this one stuck, because underage/overage pairings are one of my long-time biggest, ickiest squicks... and I ship the hell out of Derek/Stiles. Most of the fic I've read is amazeballs -- needless to say, far superior to the show itself -- and I've needed time to process my cognitive dissonance. But even that got shot all to shit when I started fucking writing it without really even meaning to.
I'm just saying that this cannot possibly be my fault. This is
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So I've written a thing. Well, actually almost two things: I started on this weird, angsty thing full of seriously epic manpain (no, I don't know why my Muse hates me), but then I came across a kink meme prompt that I started around 12 a.m. and finished at 4, so apparently this is a thing that will not be denied. And here I thought I was so good at denial. Oh, and it's sex pollen fic. Because obviously.
I'll just go ahead and post that here in a minute, then shame spiral my way into a pint of Ben & Jerry's Key Lime Pie. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.