strina | If You Read My Recs:

(I've had this floating around for a few weeks and thought I'd throw it out there.)

I have never yet managed to say "not my fandom" and make it stick.

I get twitchily defensive of the English language, for it is my love and my life.

I suck at warnings. And I tend not to warn for kink, because it doesn't really register as something out of the ordinary unless it's something massive like the Romanology series or something that bothers me, like bestiality.

When it comes to my kinks, I'm anybody's. Seriously. I continue to read The Lure because they gave me Van in a collar. I try to maintain enough sanity not to rec anything I like just because it hits me like that, but I'm biased like I cannot tell you (although I swear I will never rec anything as bad as The Lure. Because seriously. It is to cry.)

I always want a happy ending, unless I don't. By which I mean: I want love to overcome, to save the day, for the hero/heroine to ride off into the sunset with their love or loves of choice and live reasonably happily ever after. Failing that, I want everyone dead. I do not tend to go for the middle ground.
It's happiness and love forever and aye, or never happiness again, ever, OMG, because the world is ending and the Hellmouth's opening and the Wraith are coming and Terminal City's being carpet bombed for the safety of America, etcetera, etcetera.

I am a size-queen. I want stories long enough to sink into for hours. 's all about the epics, baby. I'll dabble some, in the shorter stories, but I cannot resist the longer ones.

I am a child of sci-fi and romance novels. I - Look, deii ex machina, spontaneous telepathy, secret relatives, these are pretty much par for my course. I delight in cliches and revel in crack; I will accept just about any contortion a story goes through to give me a happy ending. I don't flinch from a ludicrous premise; I flinch only from a ludicrous premise badly carried out.

Crossovers are my joy. I believe I've mentioned the "fandom I love + fandom I love = exponential love" thing?

I am always up for a threesome story. Always.

I generally find cross-generational pairings squicky on an instinctive level, but will occasionally make exceptions, such as for Hermione/Snape or Matilda/Miss Honey. I do not make exceptions for Harry/Sirius or Batman/any of the Robins.

I don't do parent/child incest. Sibling incest, yes, because I embrace my inevitable descent into the special hell, but notnotNOT parent/child.

I am always happy to clarify a warning.

Also, I am hopelessly attracted to steadfast suffering in the name of unrequited love. No, really, it's like a sickness. God, don't mention pining to me, I'm helpless against it.
I blame literature, utterly. UTTERLY.