Besides, She Thought As She Watched Wazzer Drink, You Only Thought The World Would Be Better If It Was

Besides, she thought as she watched Wazzer drink, you only thought the world would be better if it was run by women if you didn't actually know many women. Or old women, at least. Take the whole thing about the dimity scarves. Women had to cover their hair on Fridays, but there was nothing about this in the Book, which was pretty dar--pretty damn rigorous about most things. It was done because it had always been done that way. And if you forgot, the old women got you. They could practically see through walls. [...]

Polly had forgotten her dimity scarf. She did wear it at home on Fridays, for no other reason than that it was easier than not doing so. She vowed that, if she ever got back, she'd never do it again.

Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment

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STARGATE ATLANTIS || “The Game" 3.15

My urge to write Supernatural fanfic is dwindling the more examples I read. I mean, there's a lot, and the content is as varied as you'd expect from the 20-year output of a vast fandom dominated by 'ships, but when it's good, Supernatural fanfic is really good at taking these characters apart and finding out what makes them tick. At bringing insight to the canon and the characters. REALLY good.

I was worried that starting with Down to Agincourt for my first long read had set the bar impossibly high, but nope. Supernatural fandom has many riches.

A lot of my own fanfiction comes from the starting place of, "I wanted to read it and nobody else had written it yet." I think the Supernatural fandom may be the one that just lets me read all the characterisation-rich, angsty, thought-provoking, canon-studying stories I want, without needing to create my own.

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This one is for grammarly.

I see you.

I see you after all you've done to me.

You come in, sweep me off my feet, correct my comma usage and wrap me around your little finger making me dependent on you.

You taunt me with your premium features, making me wish I had just a little more money to fully commit to you and you never go on any good sale.

Then you drop me into a filthy hole with the rest of the garbage by incorporating ai that can't tell the difference between its and it's and leave me to rot.

So I move on, I find something better than you could ever be. Just for you to flash a 50% off sale in my face like we were nothing. Like I never meant a goddamn thing to you.

Now you want me back?!?!

After all this, this how you want to wine and dine me back into your arms?

Well, I won't play your game. I've grieved our parting already and now I feel nothing but utter indifference toward you.