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There are a few things you could post on delicious that would basically guarantee me clicking on them. Almost all of them are embarrassing and kind of stupid, which means that once in awhile I almost feel bad about making fun of what other people bookmark on there. But not for very long, because the rest of the Fangasmic staff spend most of the day making fun of my reading habits.
You could call those long stretches of conversation that inevitably end with something like this actual conversation:
thatneedslube: I just found a Star Trek AU based on You've Got Mail but with science!!
terribleperson: Of course you did
terribleperson: You are, like, our Unicorn Finder. You are Merlin.
So don't worry, guys. Your pain is my pain. Just as your love of cat AUs is mine. (Or maybe that's just mine entirely.)

For instance: Any time someone turns into a cat, I will be there.
whyareyoulikethis will send me things with cats in them knowing it is (one of my many) mortal weakness(es). I also frequently bemoan the lack of cat or kitten-related fic in fandoms such as Merlin. But let's face it: When Kirk turns into a cat he is the sluttiest of cats. I think that's what makes this rec the best.

Guarantee #2: If it is a You've Got Mail AU I will read it. Merlin fandom? I'm waiting. Star Trek fandom? I'll see you later tonight. Wear something slutty that smells like science.

Guarantee #3: An Arthur who basically pins Merlin to a nearby surface and dubcons him, takes control, and uses his superior physicality is the way into my heart, and Merlin's pants. Mmmm. I wonder if Star Trek You've Got Mail AU can wait for me to re-read some possessive, dominant Arthur tonight. Mmmm.

I consider this the Back to the Future of fic reccing.

I tried to explain J2 to some friends last weekend. They now probably believe I am clinically insane, even though I tried to tell them it is J2 that has the problem, not me. But that's probably like a "crazy" person telling you the government is after them. No one believes you until it's too late.
Listen, if you have some awesome delicious recs I'll take them. And I will scribble all over them and make notes and then try to track that thing down in google so I can read it myself, shamefully, on my phone in public without getting caught. It's what I do.
You could call those long stretches of conversation that inevitably end with something like this actual conversation:
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So don't worry, guys. Your pain is my pain. Just as your love of cat AUs is mine. (Or maybe that's just mine entirely.)

For instance: Any time someone turns into a cat, I will be there.
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Guarantee #2: If it is a You've Got Mail AU I will read it. Merlin fandom? I'm waiting. Star Trek fandom? I'll see you later tonight. Wear something slutty that smells like science.

Guarantee #3: An Arthur who basically pins Merlin to a nearby surface and dubcons him, takes control, and uses his superior physicality is the way into my heart, and Merlin's pants. Mmmm. I wonder if Star Trek You've Got Mail AU can wait for me to re-read some possessive, dominant Arthur tonight. Mmmm.

I consider this the Back to the Future of fic reccing.

I tried to explain J2 to some friends last weekend. They now probably believe I am clinically insane, even though I tried to tell them it is J2 that has the problem, not me. But that's probably like a "crazy" person telling you the government is after them. No one believes you until it's too late.
Listen, if you have some awesome delicious recs I'll take them. And I will scribble all over them and make notes and then try to track that thing down in google so I can read it myself, shamefully, on my phone in public without getting caught. It's what I do.