szzzt: You know Wufei is appalled. Oh NOES! (wufei_noes)
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I forgot why I enjoy bad fic so much. Because it is so motivating to write better fic, of course! Because you realize that that better story is what you really want to read, and you think about it, let it tantalize you, all while you read the bad fic, yes.
Okay I need to go take a shower now

IN OTHER NEWS--

Fitzwilliam?! (Imagine me blurting that out loud. "Fitzwilliam?!!") No wonder everyone just calls him Darcy!

And Sir Walter Scott? Your drawerfic, did you have to? Your unfinished drawerfic, really? I am not reading your unfinished drawerfic. I need those neurons for trying to remember the characters in stories that have endings. But the anecdote for the novel your brother someday planned to write and never did--that was actually pretty interesting.

Still though, Sir Scott, I had to skim like twelve introductions I-kid-you-not, and your hero is pretty boring so far and rather shallow, and I might dump you at any moment for Frances Hodgson Burnett and her characters who define awesome by their very actions and are thus incapable of being unawesome. In fact I really hope someone has done A Lady of Quality for Yuletide. Wow, but that book would make a good manga.

Ah, I can't help it. Here is a scene.

“What was your message?” demanded the young lady of the chaplain. “You cannot return without delivering it. Tell it to me. I choose it shall be told.”

The chaplain clutched and fumbled with his hat, pale, and dropping his eyes upon the floor, for very fear.

“Pluck up thy courage, man,” said Clorinda. “I will uphold thee. The message?”

“Your pardon, Madam—’twas this,” the chaplain faltered. “My lord commanded me to warn your honoured father—that if he did not beg you to leave off wearing—wearing—”

“Breeches,” said Mistress Clorinda, slapping her knee.

The chaplain blushed with modesty, though he was a man of sallow countenance.

“No gentleman,” he went on, going more lamely at each word—“notwithstanding your great beauty—no gentleman—”

“Would marry me?” the young lady ended for him, with merciful good-humour.

“For if you—if a young lady be permitted to bear herself in such a manner as will cause her to be held lightly, she can make no match that will not be a dishonour to her family—and—and—”

“And may do worse!” quoth Mistress Clo, and laughed until the room rang.

--A Lady of Quality, Frances Hodgson Burnett
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