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| 2010-04-20 21:31 |
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STILL ALIVE.
Mostly.
Kinda.
yeah, shut your mouth.
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| 2010-02-23 21:17 |
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I've finished and have posted both fics for the kinkfest as well as the valentine veela fest. Now I'm working on the spring fling assignment, which is due in 12 days (March 7). I am also in Florida visiting my best friend and godson :D
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| 2010-02-08 13:54 |
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I finished and sent in my Veela Valentine fest fic on Feb. 3, though I apparently didn't need to spaz out as much as I did about being three days late. The mods were super understanding, and there are still people who haven't sent in things by now, even though the fest begins anonymous posting on Valentines Day.
I'm not super proud of the oneshot I pulled out, but I'm satisfied with it. This is the first time I've ever written a creature fic, and I didn't realize how hard it was going to be. I didn't want to make it like being a Veela was the central point in Draco's life because he just doesn't strike me as the type of person who would let one aspect of his personality/life rule him. So really, it ended up being a "slice of life" type fic, which I really do enjoy. So, we'll see how well it's received.
As for other things, the kinkfest posting on LJ is coming up, and I'm almost completely done with all that. The springfling exhcnage is killing me a bit, though. It's due March 7, and the assignment I received is giving me a lot of trouble. Again, we'll see, I guess.
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I'm avoiding being productive right now, seeing as how my veela valentine fest fic is due today. I have most of it done. I really just need to finish up the end (which has been dragging on like no other) and edit it up, so I'm not too worried. If only I could stop getting distracted. My room mate convinced me that no one was stalking me through facebook and would I please just reactivate my account, so I did. Then she convinced me to use the subeta account she made for me over a year ago (a year and 11 weeks or something, I don't know), only it's making me feel old and technologically impaired.
Me: So, my pets are depressed and starving. How do I fix that?
A: Well, you could go buy food from the shop, or just send them to the day spa, which usually does it.
Me: ...what.
And it went like that for about fifteen minutes until she finally just told me step by step what to do. It was odd.
Of the more important things in my life, I received my schedule for third quarter (though not the time slots. I get those on March 15):
MGT 201: accounting
ENG 201: communication skills
MGT 221: mortuary law/ethics
SCI 221: microbiology
PSY 201: psychology of funeral service
HIS 201: history of funeral service
MGT 211: computers in funeral service
HIS 101: us history to 1865 (which I took and got an A in, only it wouldn't transfer &(*YUGHVGHU!!!!!)
So a very full load. Bravo. I'm also going to Megacon in Florida this March, Infinitus 2010 (also in Florida) this July, and to Tennessee to visit a friend sometime between the two.
I need a fucking job.
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| 2010-01-26 18:53 |
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But I'm mostly on LJ and DW. I am very lazy and have no real attention span. So.
Huh.
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Title: The Trouble of It All
Author: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) krechet [seatbeltdrivein @ LJ // explodingheads @ DW]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Sirius/Albus Severus
Summary: James is an idiot, but Al won't hold that against him. Most of the time, anyway. (Sort of angst, sort of pwp.)
Word Count: 3,133
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: incest, heavy profanity
Notes: This takes place in the summer before James' 7th year and Albus' sixth year, making the former 17 and the latter 16. This isn't necessarily a completed story so much as part of something from a much larger universe. Following a bit of heavy editing, there's a lot more to come.
OOO( the trouble of it all )
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| 2009-12-19 15:25 |
| So I'm apparently a jackass. What's new? |
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I was walking out the door to head to therapy, and I stepped off the stairs and landed funny and wound up with a severely sprained ankle. It was pretty weird having to call my therapist's office and say, "I can't make it. I tripped down the stairs and I need to go get an x-ray done." I mean, the secretary actually laughed at me, which I can hardly blame her for, I guess. It's an awful excuse, true or not. I did get a neat inflatable cast out of it, though.
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| 2009-12-09 16:30 |
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I should probably work on the whole "I go running screaming into the night every time anything even remotely caution-provoking happens" thing. I mean, yeah, that psycho chick from the online dating site scared the ever loving hell out of me. And, okay, it probably didn't hurt any to delete my facebook, 'cause that shit sucked anyway. But I have a pattern, I guess you could say, when it comes to my paranoia.
1. deactivate my facebook (which has been done I don't even know how many times now)
2. change my aim sn if the person in question had it
3. don't answer my phone for anyone outside my family
4. peer out the windows and generally act like a freak in my own home
so, yeah, probably need to work on that.
also, I should refrain from thinking DEATH FROM [insert place/person/thing/ect here] whenever I get freaked. Doesn't help.
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Note to self: online dating is useless.
On recommendation, I posted an ad to okcupid. Within about an hour, I had several messages. And, of course, the first one I responded to was a complete psycho who, after we chatted for a while, decided that we were meant to be together and threatened to kill herself if I disagreed.
Needless to say, I blocked her ass and deleted the ad. Being alone is about 59564536749505743 times better than that shit.
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Narcissa/Dumbledore. “Narcissa would do anything to save her son.” In which Narcissa is far too literal for her own good and Dumbledore is too old to be dealing with this crap.
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Narcissa Malfoy had a plan. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had, but it was an idea, which was really good enough.
“I beg your pardon?” Severus looked disturbed. “You want a--Narcissa, I have told your husband this many times, but I never thought that you would require the same warning. Do not involve me in your intimate life.”
“This has nothing to do with my husand,” Narcissa said, gesturing at one of the house elves for tea. “It’s something for the Dark Lord.”
Severus turned a rather odd shade of puce and looked at the ceiling, pained. “If it’s for the Dark Lord, then I have no choice but to help you. But that doesn’t mean I want to know anything,” he finished darkly, lips thin. “The mulier quod vir potion takes three hours to make and lasts for roughly twelve hours. I’ll be return with it this evening.” As the man stormed from the room, Narcissa smiled.
Everything was going according to plan.
When Severus returned, the same pained look still fixed on his sallow face, he had the potion in hand. “Now remember,” he warned, “the effects will last for twelve hours, and not a moment more.”
“How is it applied?”
“You--” The red was far more becoming on Severus than the puce, Narcissa thought as the man’s face bloomed in frustrated color. “It’s---This is not appropriate in any way,” he muttered. “You simply coat your, ah, lower extremities in it, and wait for ten minutes. The effects will be instantaneous. Now,” he added snappishly, “if that is all, then I have a bottle of fire whiskey waiting for me.”
Narcissa didn’t bother to respond as the man swept from the room. She hurried to her bathroom and set the bottle on the counter, pulling off her robes and undergarments. Pouring the solution into one of the washbasins, she soaked a rag in it, then began to apply it to herself, shivering as the potion-coated parts between her legs began to react.
Ten minutes later, Narcissa Malfoy had a penis.
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Albus Dumbledore had seen a lot of bizarre things in his life, from Gellert Grindlewald’s collection of shrunken rabbit heads to Argus Filch’s strange and possibly illegal relationship with his cat. But this was something else entirely. “Mrs. Malfoy,” he said heavily, “I don’t quite understand.” “We had a deal, as you’ll recall,” she said coldly, though the deadly expression on her face was rendered ineffective by the cock poking out from the front of her undergarments and the skirt being roughly held up in her clenched fists. “Yes,” he sighed. “However--” “You said that you needed a man on the inside and that if I could provide one for you, my son would be given protection and amnesty,” she said icily. “As I would never allow my son to cater toward your clearly deviant tastes, I took matters into my own hands. Now, will you be bending over the desk, or did you have another location in mind?” The office was utterly silent as Albus took in that statement. “Mrs. Malfoy,” he said slowly, “I believe there has been a misunderstanding. When I said ‘a man on the inside,’ I meant I needed a spy from the Dark Lord’s ranks.” The skirts dropped. “Did you.” “Yes.” “I see.” “Quite.” “Well. There are several of the younger recruits that I’ve no doubt will be willing to help you. I’ll just be off to see them then, shall I?” “You do that,” Albus replied quickly, burying his face in his hands the moment she floo’d from his office. He was getting far too old for this crap. -- Koko, stop giving me these prompts. My brain is dying a slow and painfully odd death.
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Random people keep adding me on facebook. I can't really figure out why. Howell. Last night, we went out and saw Paranormal Activity. It was actually really good! Normally I'm not into movies like that, but it really built the suspense well and never gave away too much. And LOL we've been sitting in the living room, and I decided to play some Tori Amos when my godson kind of perks up and starts flailing/dancing and cooing along with music up in high chair. Haha, he already has good taste.
Ugh. I need more espresso. We're not going out today since her mom won't be home until really late and no one would be able to watch Lucian, so we've watched one of the Harry Potter movies and now we're just rping and generally being lazy-ass bastards. We did go shopping yesterday for dress clothes. On Saturday, we're going to St. Augustine for the day to do a test run for our Narcissa and Bellatrix cosplays for MegaCon 2010 and Infinitus 2010. What we're wearing isn't exactly what we'll wear for the cons, but we're doing in-character the whole day and a few other things, so it's just for fun, mostly. But I didn't find a dress/outfit for Bellatrix yesterday. We're going thrifting tomorrow--and to a few other places, probably--so I imagine I'll find something there.
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crack. sort of draco/lucius. sort of. also, snape.
drabble for Koko.
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| 2009-12-01 08:59 |
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eight hour car trips should not begin at 10:00 pm. my system is so fucked right now.
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I'm writing one set of 13 prompts for the HP rare pairs community on LJ, one one shot, two big bangs, and a mutli-chaptered fanfic, and as I'm typing away, I realize something. I'll be in the middle of something that I initially thought was awesome and, suddenly, I'll want to scrap it, shut my screen, and flee the room. That used to be my biggest problem with writing, and I'd never end up finishing anything. Stupid self-editing.
ANYWAY. I was in my bar--which is not so much mine as it is 'the bar we always go to because it's five minutes away'--when suddenly, this unholy shriek arose from the actual bar seating. Now, I was in the far right corner booth, as always, so needless to say, I wound up jabbing myself in the face with my cigarette and getting beer spat all over me by my brother because neither of us had any idea what was happening.
Once we managed to right ourselves and make sure the hot waitress didn't notice us acting like idiots, we figured out what had happened: the Santa Clause who had been taking pictures with kids in the grocery store of the bar's shopping center had just arrived. And, in the name of holiday spirit, all of the people in the bar seating bought Santa around. It made me wonder if dressing like Santa could get me free beer. Huh.
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| 2009-11-29 21:12 |
| here there be porn |
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eventually, anyway.
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