BAH. Why do I have to read an entire 30,000 word fic (with adequate warnings) before coming to the conclusion that deathfic just doesn't agree with me?

Just. It's not like a squick, or something that does nothing for me, more that it does too much for me. And you know, I'm not even going to read 30,000 words unless they're good from the beginning, which makes it even WORSE.

It just STICKS with me in a really angstful way. I just CAN'T STOP THINKING about Brer Left-behind, and how fucking AWFUL and INCOMPREHENSIBLE that is.

Grnah! Feh! Their stupid little orphan HEADS. NNG. *waves fists around and weeps* /Arnie Grape


PS. because this is as good a place as any to dump it, mysteries of love - antony & the johnsons. WARNING: do not listen to this song while reading deathfic, it will make you weepy whenever it comes onto your earphones afterwards, at the most INOPPORTUNE times.