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.'
cereal
In fact, I'm tempted to tag:
Honey Obsidian Flowerchild did her best to keep up with him, but the pain in her arse was too great.
Or perhaps
Without a second thought, he pulled off his Cod piece and began tearing it into bandages for Honey Obsidian Flowerchild's arse. With this makeshift bandage in place, Honey Obsidian Flowerchild and Spike were able to hurry on their way.
Hee... just did it a second time with 'Ray' and 'Fraser'....
since Legolas made my bandage out of his breeches, who cares?
He tore his boots into bandages for me. Which shows determination, if no great understanding of the absorptive properties of various materials.
She did have forest green eyes, though. And flame hair.
My Mary Sue had just the opposite. Striking, no?
Also, she's far more worried about being forced to marry Gandalf than I would be. Gandalf, on the other hand, would probably object.
