Villains: actually bad

Reading villain fic is weird
because like 90% of it is them hanging out cooking and being all supportive and maybe like planning to steal stuff but mostly never getting around to it?
like everyone writing just wants them to have a good day with their found family
and ignores the thing with the murders and also murders and some death.

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I am looking at a fanfic
and on the one hand it's a soulmate au fixit fic for a character death that should not have happened, and I've already read the ending to be sure, and it is a happy
but on the other hand they've written one, and only one, character's speech as if he's mostly made of contractions, so what should be an eight word sentence has four ' in it already


which is a simple legibility problem
but also they're wrong
I did transcripts and I'm pretty sure he uses the actual words


So now I'm wondering how much I want a multi chapter buildup to a happy ending.




also, the slash wife problem gets extra layers of problematic once race gets involved. Like, I am not comfortable with shuffling a black woman out of her own story just for a neat plot point and some pretty.

I'm all for ship and let ship but there are so many corners that just seem objectively Wrong I end up having to count to ten a lot.

I dreamed wonders

I dreamed a Library.

I'd been spending time with John Constantine in a vigorous yet relaxing recreational capacity, and after, we went for a stroll around the back of my place.

Only it wasn't the boring road and rail there is in real life, it was the old trees and a promising looking hint of distant river, and right behind the building, a water tower. But not one of the admittedly cool looking concrete ufo ones. A soaring brick dealie with a green copper roof. Lovely looking thing. And down among the arches there was a Library.

It had the loveliest inviting curves of bookcase filled with hardcovers all gleaming gold highlights. You just knew it had all kinds of everything back there.

So John, holding my hand, wanders up to the place. And I am greeted by a bustling older lady who seems the very type of Librarian, and quite cheered to see me... but looks at John like, *stare*, *sigh*. He was giving it the charming chat but you very much got the impression she had heard it all before.

He was not allowed in in his coat. The tan trenchcoat. Nope.

But Librarian lady loaned him one of my garments and he could go in like that. It was my black fuzzy hoodie with the big pocket. He does not look quite himself in a black fuzzy hoodie with a big pocket. But needs must.

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But now I'm wondering if Constantine took advantage of the really big pocket on his way out. I mean, it's John, it's the tangliest thing he could have done, so let's face it, he would do. But really...


*sigh*