Why is it that I can sit and read a novel-length fanfiction for 8+ hours and I can’t bring myself to do 30 minutes of homework?
Why is it that I can sit and read a novel-length fanfiction for 8+ hours and I can’t bring myself to do 30 minutes of homework?
One day Harry and Draco were kissing when Draco turned into Voldemort and said “I am Lord Voldemort.”Harry screamed because he realized that he kissed a nasty ugly man with no nose.
He punched Voldemort in the face and said “Where’s Draco.”Voldemort laughed and said “In the closet.”This made Harry angry because he is always angry and because Draco was not in the closet anymore.He took out his wand and shoved it in the nose hole things Voldemort had instead of a nose and said “Avada Kedavra” and Voldemort died.
When Voldemort died Harry started crying because he thought his boyfriend was dead to.But then Draco appeared out of know where and said “Hate you Potter” and they kissed again.
I hate reading post-war Harry Potter fanfics written before the seventh book came out where Fred is still alive.
It hurts my soul.
… to write one of those awful OFC fics where some Mary-Sue transfers to Hogwarts from America and is somehow unknowingly related to Voldemort and everyone is in love with her.
You know you’ve read them. (Quizilla, anyone)
You may have even written some when you were 13.
Some of them are still on Fanfiction.net. (There’s this one where the main character’s name is Livvet Elddir or something and it’s later revealed that her real name is Violet Riddle because… VOLDEMORT IS HER FATHER! GASP! I can’t remember what it’s called, but you should find it and read it.)
I’ve decided that this is probably going to be more fun that doing homework.
And it’s going to be called something like “A Black Phoenix” because can those fics have any other names?
Doing a project about the Yayoi period in Japanese history.
How many times do you think it’s acceptable to ‘accidentally’ type Yaoi?
Guys.
Hey, guys.
I’m going to read,
Guys.
No listen.
I’m going to read one more fanfiction,
No, guys, I mean it.
I’m going to read JUST ONE MORE FANFICTION, and then I’m going to bed.
Guys, stop laughing.
Harry Potter
Green eyes. Black hair. Angsty. Reluctantly powerful. Overinflated sense of right and wrong.
Draco Malfoy
Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Struggles with good and evil. Ego.
Louis de Pointe du Lac
Green eyes. Black hair. Angsty. Reluctantly powerful. Over inflated sense of right and wrong.
Lestat de Lioncourt
Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Struggles with good and evil. Ego.
You guys. This would be the worst fanfiction ever.
…
OFF TO MICROSOFT WORD!!!
But without this thing:
I’d never be able to read trashy romance novels and dirty fanfiction at work.
“Whatcha reading there?”
“Uh…Shakespeare.”
“Wow! You’re so worldly and intelligent!”
THEY SUSPECT NOTHING.
WTF Drarry fanfic.
You can’t kill Harry when he’s FIFTEEN.
This is BULLSHIT.
What the HELL.
I HATE YOU.
DAMN YOUR SAD ENDING. DAMN MY CREYS. DAMN YOU, AND THE BROOM YOU RODE IN ON.
