What follows is an explosion of love review with too many caps.
I just like- I CAN'T EVEN MORE WITH YOU. YOU POST FIC AND I BECOME CHOKED WITH LOVE AND LAUGHTER (or tears, you can bring tears, you haven't in awhile, which makes me happy). HOW ARE YOU SO AMAZING.
The same can’t be said for the inherent potential for sluttitude. Everyone keeps sneaking glances Edward-ward. YOUR USES OF SUFFIXES TO MAKE ALL WORDS HILARIOUS AND APT.
“Are you kidding me? Do you really think he’s just busting out nineteenth century word choice for the good wholesome fun of it? Austen is his wingman. Those are the tactics of a conniving Lothario who desperately wants to score, and will play the Mr. Darcy card to do it.” "Austen is his wingman." "Austen is his wingman." I'm just gonna let that sit there, and let your awesome sink in.
“Exactly. I hate Rory. Rory is mine." Madeline and Louise arch zealously overplucked eyebrows at her in unison. “To destroy,” Paris adds. It really should go without saying, but. Dude, you have to watch Popular.
Paris considers her. “You’re suspiciously un-delusional for someone raised in Avonlea.” “You’re suspiciously good at off-the-cuff Anne of Green Gables references,” Rory counters, “considering you’re, you know, evil.” Ah, how would we know that you wrote this without an Avonlea reference.
We are talking an I-just-showered-in-the-world’s-most-powerful-body-glitter situation. I ROLL ON THE FLOOR (well couch) I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. THE REACTION OF CYNICAL FANGIRLS EVERYWHERE PUT INTO GOOD WORDS BY YOU AND PUT PERFECTLY SO THEY COULD BE FROM THE MOUTH OF RORY GILMORE.
“Uh, hey there, Edward. I was just out looking for … deer. Fancy seeing you here. Boy, you’re looking extra sparkly today.” “THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER, RORY,” Edward shouts. Edward, oh Edward, please go fall on your man-virgin-pain in the form of a wooden stick. (Who knows they symbolism might be good for him, maybe he'll realise the reason he can hold in his ~dark desires~ with Bella and other women is cause GAY. Is there supposed to be another Twilight book? Cause if there is I call that for the twist. Jacob/Edward and Bella maybe turns dark and evil. IDEK.)
“Our next door neighbors were up, and Babette smashed a garden gnome over his head.” I LAUGH FOREVER! "Stars Hollow: we're crazier than you. Don't try any creepy shit."
She’s been slaying the self-esteem of idiots stupid enough to get in her way for years. Oh yeah so like how is it the last time I saw Gilmore Girls was the series finale live, and yet when you write these characters they come back so vividly in my head.
Paris would be a little worried they might throw themselves onto a funeral pyre like Dido. Or inflict “Here With Me” upon the world like Dido. ALL OF THE REFERENCES. ALL OF THEM. HOW DO YOU SKIP FROM POP CULTURE TO RATHER OBSCURELY LITERARY (I do not believe Emily Post is that common)! SKILLZ MY FINE FEATHERED FRIEND, SKILLZ.
Oversimplify the Brontes until you have me begging to just be put out of my misery already? Go on, Venison Boy. Take your best shot. Rory Gilmore is my nemesis and the only person who gets to mess with her is me. Got it, super sniffer? JUST LOVE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.
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Date: 2012-04-03 01:48 pm (UTC)n explosion of lovereview with too many caps.I just like- I CAN'T EVEN MORE WITH YOU. YOU POST FIC AND I BECOME CHOKED WITH LOVE AND LAUGHTER (or tears, you can bring tears, you haven't in awhile, which makes me happy). HOW ARE YOU SO AMAZING.
The same can’t be said for the inherent potential for sluttitude.
Everyone keeps sneaking glances Edward-ward.
YOUR USES OF SUFFIXES TO MAKE ALL WORDS HILARIOUS AND APT.
“Are you kidding me? Do you really think he’s just busting out nineteenth century word choice for the good wholesome fun of it? Austen is his wingman. Those are the tactics of a conniving Lothario who desperately wants to score, and will play the Mr. Darcy card to do it.”
"Austen is his wingman."
"Austen is his wingman."
I'm just gonna let that sit there, and let your awesome sink in.
“Exactly. I hate Rory. Rory is mine."
Madeline and Louise arch zealously overplucked eyebrows at her in unison.
“To destroy,” Paris adds. It really should go without saying, but.
Dude, you have to watch Popular.
Paris considers her. “You’re suspiciously un-delusional for someone raised in Avonlea.”
“You’re suspiciously good at off-the-cuff Anne of Green Gables references,” Rory counters, “considering you’re, you know, evil.”
Ah, how would we know that you wrote this without an Avonlea reference.
We are talking an I-just-showered-in-the-world’s-most-powerful-body-glitter situation.
I ROLL ON THE FLOOR (well couch) I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. THE REACTION OF CYNICAL FANGIRLS EVERYWHERE PUT INTO GOOD WORDS BY YOU AND PUT PERFECTLY SO THEY COULD BE FROM THE MOUTH OF RORY GILMORE.
“Uh, hey there, Edward. I was just out looking for … deer. Fancy seeing you here. Boy, you’re looking extra sparkly today.”
“THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER, RORY,” Edward shouts.
Edward, oh Edward, please go fall on your man-virgin-pain in the form of a wooden stick. (Who knows they symbolism might be good for him, maybe he'll realise the reason he can hold in his ~dark desires~ with Bella and other women is cause GAY. Is there supposed to be another Twilight book? Cause if there is I call that for the twist. Jacob/Edward and Bella maybe turns dark and evil. IDEK.)
“Our next door neighbors were up, and Babette smashed a garden gnome over his head.”
I LAUGH FOREVER! "Stars Hollow: we're crazier than you. Don't try any creepy shit."
She’s been slaying the self-esteem of idiots stupid enough to get in her way for years.
Oh yeah so like how is it the last time I saw Gilmore Girls was the series finale live, and yet when you write these characters they come back so vividly in my head.
Paris would be a little worried they might throw themselves onto a funeral pyre like Dido. Or inflict “Here With Me” upon the world like Dido.
ALL OF THE REFERENCES. ALL OF THEM. HOW DO YOU SKIP FROM POP CULTURE TO RATHER OBSCURELY LITERARY (I do not believe Emily Post is that common)! SKILLZ MY FINE FEATHERED FRIEND, SKILLZ.
Oversimplify the Brontes until you have me begging to just be put out of my misery already? Go on, Venison Boy. Take your best shot. Rory Gilmore is my nemesis and the only person who gets to mess with her is me. Got it, super sniffer?
JUST LOVE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.
SHE CALLS HIM NICHOLAS SPARKS.