Look alive, Sunshine.

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This post is for me and regonym to BE AMAZING AT EACH OTHER in. So we stop being amazing all over platoapproved's LJ.

Goodness gracious, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE, BABY.
No, like. Literally.


...I'm gonna hate myself for this later.

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It was fucking precious. Like, exactly what I needed after braving the onslaught of AIDSFIC all fucking night. Which I still haven't finished yet. But just. TINY, TINY FRANK. AND HIS TINY, TINY CRAZY. And Bob's enormous and constant near-death experiential state. JUST WHAT. OH, HONEY. I'll never forget his whole thing with the burning float and his leg catching fire and like, what was it- staff infection? Geezus.

I have such a weird relationship with shameless angst fics like that one. Like, on the one hand I loathe it on principle, and yet I sort of enjoy the hedonistic self indulgence of it in like, a exhibitive sense. All of this boils down to it making me vaguely uncomfortable in a way not entirely unenjoyable. I need to stop thinking.