And seriously, that's just--well, come to think, it's very me. I have this horrible suspicion I'll be pulling out the ultra romantic, ultra OOC Queer As Folk fic I still have saved on my hard-drive--and I gotta tell you, no slash fandom did extreme OOC romance like QaF; there was no shame. It was saccharine-rich, sugary-castle goodness all the way through. You came out of it diabetic and craving deathfic like there was no tomorrow? But while it lasted--whoo and hoo, the rush.
I have my A&E P&P DVDs somewhere here. I may need a course of watching the pining. Darcy was the best piner ever.
You know. I'm far more comfortable talking about fic that broke my heart or creeped me out or made me hate a character enough to feed them a metaphorical lemon or the character-equivalent thereof? I'm so much less comfortable with straight romance. I don't even feel perfectly comfortable writing it unless there's a traumatic background or something twisty inside. Why *is* that? I don't actually hold to the entire darkfic has a higher value or deathfic is more meaningful or blah blah blah, must be serious and say something about the human condition--I have been known to run many miles if someone threatens me with a story with some sort of obscure lesson in it. I read freaking Georgette Heyer and Amanda Quick when I need a fix. There are times I dno't even care if it's perfectly IC. I just need my fix, and if I can't get Godiva, I'll take Dove, and if I can't get Dove, there are M&Ms somewhere in some backpack somewhere. Hmm. Pretend I didn't say that last bit.
Okay. Getting back to beta. I think on my next break, I'll get the last brownie and start going through my folders. I have to have something appropriate for this particular craving.