it’s the most wonderful ego-boost of the year

reikah:

every now and then i get a little bit insecure about my fic, or my lack thereof; i reread my old stuff and i cringe, or i regretfully page through a pwp cursing my florid euphemisms for genitals and/or feel bad about not wanting to ~move on~ to ~serious writing~, and whether or not that makes me, y’know, skillcapped

& then every year the guardian’s annual Bad Sex awards post their top contenders for the title of ‘worst love scene in literature of the year’ and suddenly, i’m ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

“Empty my tanks,” I’d begged breathlessly, as once more she began
drawing me deep inside her pleasure cave. Her vaginal ratchet moved in
concertina-like waves, slowly chugging my organ as a boa constrictor
swallows its prey. Soon I was locked in, balls deep, ready to be ground
down by the enamelled pepper mill within her. 

Scoundrels: The Hunt for Hansclapp by Major Victor Cornwall and Major Arthur St John Trevelyan

and you know what, friends & fandom people, this december is is just a really great time for all of us, for everyone who’s ever struggled with writing a good hot love scene, to remember that that – no
matter how hard we may find it to choose a good euphemism for penis in our free
bottom shelf-tier gay fanfiction – we are literally 100% better than a
whole roster of professional, critically acclaimed straight dude authors.

and also, that there’s nothing really wrong with a good weeping cock every now and then. 😀