This is all well and good, and (especially as I, too, have been affected by the This is Not My Beautiful Cake syndrome) I do sympathize.

However, it solves nothing to, rather than no longer shopping at that bakery, scream about how the baker is an abusive murdering scumbag who frosts a cake of dead babies with dog poo, which is the tone I keep running across in the wilds of fandom, and the one that will make me desire to throw flames with a side of whup-ass.

Nutty, I know what you mean about getting wonky about people. One of the fic friends I've stayed in touch with is here locally and while I think she's a marvelous writer I have to be careful not to talk about RPF with her because she does it and I don't and I don't want to argue about it...

I felt sort of guilty, the first time I took someone off my LJ friends list. (It's a whole thing, with the interpersonal politics, and the thing.) But that someone was getting into the real people fic phenomenon right there on my friends page and I couldn't bear to be around it. I haven't corresponded with her for a while now, because LJ was the one way in which we used to still intersect.

This is all well and good, and (especially as I, too, have been affected by the This is Not My Beautiful Cake syndrome) I do sympathize.

I just want to make it clear that, since there are Buffistas here whom I know and respect writing RPF, I sometimes lament that they're writing stuff That Is Not My Beautiful Cake, I would never want to come off as an abusive psycho to any of them.

Your Cake Is Not My Cake. You Are Welcome to Think My Cake Has Crack in It.

Our Cakes May Coexist Peacefully, Provided That Neither of Us Forces the Other to Eat It, Too.

Now I'm tempted to write a Sports Night story based entirely on Casey's cake obsession. Bother.

Now I'm tempted to write a Sports Night story based entirely on Casey's cake obsession. Bother.

See? Good can come of all of this.

And, to make it clear, 99% of RPS peeps are likely to be squicked by my RPS of choice.

Mmm... Henry...

Now I'm tempted to write a Sports Night story based entirely on Casey's cake obsession. Bother.

Combine it with Betsy's post, and make it songfic.

Mmmm, cake.

But I want Dannyfic...

Danny could jump out of a cake...

Danny could jump out of a cake...

Want

See? Good can come of all of this.

It may have to wait. There are two other Sports Night stories in progress at the moment.

But I want Dannyfic.

Oh, please. Like Casey could have a conversation about cake with someone other than Danny, and NOT be committed to a mental institution?