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You know that Tumblr post that suggests Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley was basically throwing shade at her husband and other literary douchebags by writing Frankenstein: The New Prometheus?

AU where Victor's sweetheart finds out about the monster early on and basically adopts and raises him while leaving Victor in the cold: A very unsubtle allegory for fandom/fanfiction when TPTB are fucking asswipes.

Tell me I shouldn't. I probably won't anyway, because Work, but still.

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Me: Hmm...
Me: *looks up Camembert cheese on Wikipedia for a fic detail*
Me: ...Holy crap, it literally smells like gym socks???

Wikipedia: Camembert cheese gets its characteristic odor from many compounds. These include diacetyl (buttery flavoring for popcorn), 3-methylbutanal, methional (degradation product of methionine), 1-octen-3-ol and 1-octen-3-one (degradation products of fats), phenethyl acetate, 2-undecanone, δ-decalactone, butyric acid, and isovaleric acid (odor of gym socks).

Me: Well. That sure is a thing, then, isn't it.

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In other news, it does seem like Camembert can be safely stored at room temperature for a fair amount of time, so I don't need to sneak a Camembert-exclusive mini-fridge into Adrien's room. Not that Plagg would let any go uneaten long enough to go truly bad...