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100 days of enemy recs: 92. UK Politics RPF
Have you ever had the experience when you're looking back over a fandom you used to be really into, and you wish you'd been smarter than to be really into that fandom, but it was over a decade ago, at least you never posted much in that fandom so your participation would probably be forgotten if you didn't, say, bring it up in a posting challenge? And then you scroll down the tag and two of your fics are in the top ten in the fandom by kudos, comments *and* bookmarks? And one of them is a fic you posted less than five years ago?
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Don't ever get into RPF fandoms, folks, you will only be left betrayed and filled with regret.
Anyway.
Don't ever get into RPF fandoms, folks, you will only be left betrayed and filled with regret.
- Do not imagine that leadership is a pleasure (1839 words) by Saffronra
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: British Government Cats RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Larry (British Government Cats RPF), Palmerston (British Government Cats RPF), Original Male Dog Character(s)
Additional Tags: Yuletide Treat
Summary:A new political animal arrives on Whitehall - something will need to be done to preserve order.
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Ahahaha, yeah. Once upon a time I could enjoy (some) UK politics RPF although as I was doing some minor political activism it became more uncomfortable as I actually started to vaguely know some of the people. And then the political situation shifted to the point where I just couldn't find it fun any more. I never wrote any though.
An absolute terrifying moment was finding fics tagged for my then MP who is also a friend since we were at university together and with whom I was on a policy working group at the time. I had a stunning moment of clarity about being able to unknow things the next time we were in the same room and Did Not Read. (We did have a conversation later in which I alluded to the sheer terror of finding fanfic about him; not unreasonably he had Google alerts set up for his name, and he had had to master the art of judging which things he should Not Click Through.)
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Also they would just lick up the milkshakes I'm pretty sure.
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And my old Temeraire crossover is right below it so I'd be screwed anyway. :P