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Well.
It's better. Way better. My word choices before were problematic and pulling me out of the scene rather than into it. I finally remembered that panic attacks have more physical reactions than just OMG CAN'T BREATHE and have incorporated them.
Now I can't breathe. Seriously, I've got the shakes. Hopefully, so will a reader who isn't nearly as invested in not!Harry as I am...
Which leads me to think that I may have come to the point where I'm identifying far too closely with not!Harry. Shit. And, courtesy of TV Tropes, I've discovered the difference between a Woobie, a Butt Monkey, and a Chew Toy. Not!Harry = Woobie. Definitely.
In other news, I'm wearing my Puppet!Angel t-shirt and debating whether or not I'm going to a Twilight Release Party tonight to nosh on free cake and point and laugh and shout "REAL VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE, DAMMIT. NOR ARE THEY FRAKKING VEGETARIANS."
Clearly, I have too much time on my hands. Also, issues.
Now I can't breathe. Seriously, I've got the shakes. Hopefully, so will a reader who isn't nearly as invested in not!Harry as I am...
Which leads me to think that I may have come to the point where I'm identifying far too closely with not!Harry. Shit. And, courtesy of TV Tropes, I've discovered the difference between a Woobie, a Butt Monkey, and a Chew Toy. Not!Harry = Woobie. Definitely.
In other news, I'm wearing my Puppet!Angel t-shirt and debating whether or not I'm going to a Twilight Release Party tonight to nosh on free cake and point and laugh and shout "REAL VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE, DAMMIT. NOR ARE THEY FRAKKING VEGETARIANS."
Clearly, I have too much time on my hands. Also, issues.