Fandom Wank - I actually read one for the first time

Six months ago I told epicyclical (I think it was her, either that or she replied to it in someone else's journal) that I clicked on a something called 'Fandom Wank' from a link in someone's journal once, blinked at it, "who are these people and why do I care?" and hit the Back button thinking "that's three seconds of my life I'll never get back." (And if I've ever been on this thing don't tell me because I honestly don't know and like it that way.)

Well, I heard about a wank-thing in someone else's journal and... okay, I clicked for the hot icon, but I did try to read it because I realised I knew both parties.

I see why people do this wank stuff. It's rubber-necking. A little like a car crash in slow motion. The argument developes from it's petty origins, veers out of control, wipes out several other cars (as people choose up sides) and then crosses into on-coming traffic. It's horrific, yet there's something amazing about the amount of damage just talking on ones cell-phone (or a livejournal) can do. Mere words.

But after about three or four comments, I felt a little ill with the mean-spiritedness. I showed it to wildernessguru and he got depressed -- and he didn't even know the people. "Why did you show me that?" he asked. I looked for the bottom line of the argument, and it was simple and rather petty. Nothing you could bring into a court of law, just a matter of opinion, though I suppose a case for defamation in the aftermath could be made if you worked really hard at it. A lawyer once told me that companies don't get in trouble for what they do, that's usually fairly simple. But the weird things they do to deal with it is where they cross the line into illegal territory.

So I propose a Wank Survival Kit.

Airbags and good Anti-lock breaks.

( This is the hard part, isn't it? )

Emergency food supply and blankets.

( When feelings are hurt it is best to tend to the injured right away. )

Walk away from the scene of the accident.

( Be generous. Give them their time to vent. )

Consult with your inner attorney.

( Once you've finished your third vat of Haagen Dazs )

Dispute resolution.

( When you're clear of your own role in the problem, you might want to email the other party. )

Percy Ficathon

Oh, they're pouring in now!

A Convenient Alliance NC-17 (and lovely) Percy/Draco

srichard writes a steamy, enjoyable wank-fest in this casual blackmail. Find a quiet corner to grin.

Percy gazed at the pale, white-blond nest of hair that cradled Draco's cock, but didn't answer. Instead, he reached out, stroking the soft hair, smiling a little at the downy feel of it under his fingertips. "I feel like a pervert."

"Who's to say you aren't?" Draco replied.