I can read just about anything if it's well written. I've read mpreg before that I actually enjoyed! But, uh, I... haven't exactly seen any that have blown me away, you know? I know I've seen a rape fic that handled the topic very well, but the writing and characterization was done so badly I couldn't get through it. :\
And I agree about the crack/humor. God, I love that. That's also part of Inception becoming my new happy place, I think. There is hilarious fic! There is fic that is well written! The characters get to be complex and well-rounded! There is cracktasticness and awesomeness and for every story that can rip my heart out and stomp on it, there is one that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and inside. I want that for Glee so, so much, and it just fails to live up to the potential I can see for it, and it makes me sad.
I have totally had the baking supply food fight. They had a food fight with Skittles and candy hearts, okay. I clearly have no room to be talking about how the fandom needs more well-written fic, since I'm clearly not going to be contributing to it. It's Puck/Kurt, cause... that's how I roll. But they are being ridiculous and Puck is pining a lot. I'm the biggest sucker in the world for pining, apparently.
Have a snipit of terribleness!
"You did not," Kurt howls, in outrage that is at least sixty-five percent faked, a rough edge to his cries from the laughter he's trying to hold at bay. Kurt ducks under Puck's arm to round the table behind him in a flash. He starts rapid-firing the candy hearts Quinn is using at Puck's head one after another.
Sometimes, Puck looks at Kurt and it's like the breath gets knocked out of him, like getting tackled during a game. It can blindside him, leave him on the ground with bruised ribs and the heavy weight of missed opportunities and want sitting on top of him, holding him down.
And sometimes, Kurt laughs like he means it, loud and bright and happy, and Puck can't do anything but stand there and smile stupidly, because most times Puck gets to take responsibility for it. Puck used to worry that he'd never have something to be proud of, not really, but nothing—not even PuckCakes—could make him more proud of himself that Kurt's mouth stretched in a smile, even if it happens while Kurt is lobbing hard candy at him with better aim than Finn ever had on the field.
Still, Puck has no choice—no choice—but to grab a bag of Skittles and defend himself as Kurt tries to stay ducked behind Quinn for cover. Brittany dives behind the other side of the table, undoubtedly digging for more ammunition. Quinn keeps moving out from in front of Kurt and laughing as she spins from one side to another, and it's about two seconds from turning into a three-against-one fight anyway, so Puck starts throwing candies by the handful, with a war cry of, "Taste the fucking rainbow!"
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And I agree about the crack/humor. God, I love that. That's also part of Inception becoming my new happy place, I think. There is hilarious fic! There is fic that is well written! The characters get to be complex and well-rounded! There is cracktasticness and awesomeness and for every story that can rip my heart out and stomp on it, there is one that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and inside. I want that for Glee so, so much, and it just fails to live up to the potential I can see for it, and it makes me sad.
I have totally had the baking supply food fight. They had a food fight with Skittles and candy hearts, okay. I clearly have no room to be talking about how the fandom needs more well-written fic, since I'm clearly not going to be contributing to it. It's Puck/Kurt, cause... that's how I roll. But they are being ridiculous and Puck is pining a lot. I'm the biggest sucker in the world for pining, apparently.
Have a snipit of terribleness!
"You did not," Kurt howls, in outrage that is at least sixty-five percent faked, a rough edge to his cries from the laughter he's trying to hold at bay. Kurt ducks under Puck's arm to round the table behind him in a flash. He starts rapid-firing the candy hearts Quinn is using at Puck's head one after another.
Sometimes, Puck looks at Kurt and it's like the breath gets knocked out of him, like getting tackled during a game. It can blindside him, leave him on the ground with bruised ribs and the heavy weight of missed opportunities and want sitting on top of him, holding him down.
And sometimes, Kurt laughs like he means it, loud and bright and happy, and Puck can't do anything but stand there and smile stupidly, because most times Puck gets to take responsibility for it. Puck used to worry that he'd never have something to be proud of, not really, but nothing—not even PuckCakes—could make him more proud of himself that Kurt's mouth stretched in a smile, even if it happens while Kurt is lobbing hard candy at him with better aim than Finn ever had on the field.
Still, Puck has no choice—no choice—but to grab a bag of Skittles and defend himself as Kurt tries to stay ducked behind Quinn for cover. Brittany dives behind the other side of the table, undoubtedly digging for more ammunition. Quinn keeps moving out from in front of Kurt and laughing as she spins from one side to another, and it's about two seconds from turning into a three-against-one fight anyway, so Puck starts throwing candies by the handful, with a war cry of, "Taste the fucking rainbow!"