Evil. I have been reading evil.

[elspethdixon]

Arg, pixyofthestyx, I hate you. I read your Marshall/Tay fic rec, and it ends on a cliffhanger, and hasn't been updated for, like, months! Woe! I must know how their angsty high-schooler love turns out! I have to know what happens when Tay comes out to his family, and when they finally drag social services in on Marshall, and the soap opera has eaten my brain!

Also, the effects of Marshall's syntax are going to linger in my brain for, like, days, yo.

I can hear his voice in my head when I read the dialogue and it skeeves me out because, dude, I know that voice, and have entire songs in it memorized

And I need to get some sleep before going to classes today, and draft a job application for the National Archives, since the campus library doesn't want an in-experienced geek girl. I think I'll check out the PG County public libraries; maybe they're not so fucking picky.

Told you. Affecting my vocabulary for days.

Comments

[seanchai.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I really do feel silly that it took me so long to realize the story was rps, but since I've never actually heard music from either it completely went over my head.

Good luck with the job application.

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

It's enough of an AU, and I know so little about the Hansons (there were a lot of them? They sang bubbly songs and looked like girls?) that I've managed to convince myself that it's origfic about two random guys, one of whom looks vaguely familiar.

Every now and then, though, someone's full name will get said, or a detail will pop up that I know from a song, and it'll just be weird.

Mostly the highschooler cuteness is anough to make up for it ("Let's go see "Resident Evil!" It's totally an adult date movie!").

[seanchai.livejournal.com]

Since I knew nothing about either of them, that's pretty much how it read to me. It's also one of the only stories I've ever read where the highschooler cuteness actually came off as cute, rather than annoying, possibly because it's actual highschooler dorkiness, rather than the faked cutesiness one usually sees in fiction concerning that age group.