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I love how I've become completely addicted to Back to the Future fanfic, even though I'm not all that crazy about the movies. I also love how George/Marty is way more popular than you might think. There's even a fanlisting, for heaven's sake.

I need to just give in and buy the trilogy on DVD so that I don't have to rent the tapes at Movie Gallery anymore, as they are ancient and worn from being viewed hundreds of times.

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I mentioned George/Marty to a friend ("Dude, I think I'm having an idea here") and she was all, "Noooo, you're perverting childhood nostalgia!" This from a fellow slasher who has long since grown used to my bizarre pairing love. So I would imagine that that, combined with the absolute shock of incest (ohdeargodnooooooo!), is what pisses people off. Well, they're missing out on a cute pairing, so, sucks to be them. =D

Sorry, dude, I've thought about it and I have still not been able to change my mind about the squick factor of this. Not because it's the incest, particularly, but just because it's a movie I first saw when I was a kid. And when I was a kid, Derek and Ken in my Barbie and the Rockers video seemed to be a pretty solid couple, but only because Barbie is such a bad singer.

Man, you know it must be weird if I can't find slash value in something. ^___^

-goes off to do penance in the form of "forcing" herself to watch Velvet Goldmine and imagining a three-way between Brian, Curt, and Arthur-

~Anji

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Ha. Now there's some punishment.

I guess some of us are just born with the gift of being able to slash our childhood memories. In fact, sometimes I get mad that I didn't start being a slasher at, like, ten, because how fun would it have been to slash Power Rangers? (Well, maybe "get mad" is a little strong.)

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I guess some of us are just born with the gift of being able to slash our childhood memories.

Sometimes during childhood. I can remember dictating hurt/comfort stories about Jenner and Justin from The Secret of NIMH to my father when I was four or five. God only knows what that means, exactly.