In other fic news, I've been nominated at Shattered Frames. Not exactly a big awards, but kind of cool-- I've never been nominated for anything before!
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I'd be more impressed with the argument if the argumenter didn't start out by citing her genius level IQ, et cetera, or take so many words to structure her argument against a statement that is easily discernable as outright stupid. t shrug
Congrats, Am-Chau! It is nice to be noticed!
I'd be more impressed with the argument if the argumenter didn't start out by citing her genius level IQ, et cetera, or take so many words to structure her argument against a statement that is easily discernable as outright stupid.
Yeah, that did seem a bit attacking-a-roach-with-a-flamethrower-y to me, too. Honestly, I kind of got hung up on all the $2 words and never quite finished reading that entry.
Bad me.
I agree the comparison between the treatment of celebrities by RPS and the treatment of Kobe Bryant's accuser by the nes media is wack. But I've never been able to get all worked up about RPS -- I don't read it (combination of a slight squick and the fact I don't participate in the fandoms that seem to breed it), but I don't see it as being morally essentially different from any other ficcing.
Oh yeah. I'm a rapist.
Who knew?
I mean, honestly. Everytime there's a little more of popAU Justin I am raping the mind and body of Justin Timberlake.
Jesus. I only wish. (Well, not really, because rape bad, and I'm into that Fatone person more.)
Hee! That was fun, especially if you input "tire iron" and "brass knuckles" for weapons.
I ended up half dwarf/half Ent (now there's beauty for you), but since Legolas made my bandage out of his breeches, who cares?
Wow. And I thought my half dwarf/half orc was a thing of great and legendary beauty. She did have forest green eyes, though. And flame hair.
That is fucking hilarious.
It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling Emerald eyes, Honey Obsidian Flowerchild knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Spike,' he said in a voice soft as the summer wind. Tenderly, he put a hand on her breast to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.
'No,' she replied. In truth there was a bad cut on her arse, but she didn't want to worry Spike. 'And my name is Honey Obsidian Flowerchild.'