PSA

I really fucking love Draco. for no apparent reason.

"The effects of artificial skull deformation" -- Strange Email, Film At Eleven!

People are freaks. In some cases, annoying freaks who cannot read a bloody email despite having a bunch of fancy letters aftheir names. Just wanted to point that out.

Still very much with the Draco-love. This can't be healthy. Anyone have any reccs for me? Rare Draco slash, or good Harry&Draco gen? Anyone? Bueller? Anyone?

(Oh, god, now my brain is giving my FerrrisBueller'sDayOff!HP images. Someebody kill me.)

Oh, yes. Seven people I'd sleep with:

1. Sophie Dahl;
2. 1980s!Madonna;
3. Debby Harris;
4. Larry Mullen Jr -- preferably baby!Larry, because I am a pedophile;
5. GnR!Duff McKagan;
6. Hermione Granger[*], once she grows up just a little more;
7. Zoe Wannamaker as Mme Hooch.

Yes, there are two men on there. Shut up. That's pretty much the extent of my List right now, so ha!

I am like the Force[**]. I have a light side, and a dark side, and I hold the universe together.

He is starting to take that mini!Marc&Oli thing a tad too serious, methinks. No, I don't care if you're in an alley, you're heading straight to Hogwarts and no random public sex on the way! I mean it!

*eyes WiP folder, pokes bunnies* Hrm.

* Not Emma, Hermione.
** Or, possibly, like duct tape.

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Current WiPs, and what I have of them. Not particularily exciting, really.

( Masturbation with words. )

Should post my First Kiss story, except I'd rather give the premiere to the official website. (Read: I can't be arsed to put it up.) Maybe I'll post it friends-only or something. Sneak preview for a few priviledged ones.

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There's something distinctly weird about checking your "friend of" list and coming across someone who is apparently barely five months older than my youngest brother. Not that I'm bothered by the fact that a fourteen-year old is readin my blatherings, mind you. I'm just sayin', it's freaky. And dammit, see, fouteen is old enough to appreciate slash! Operation: Corruption will start ... soon.

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Wow. I've written 555 words of Twilight already. Not bad, self. Not bad at all.

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Okay, I take that back. This was the freakiest dream I've ever had. Exept it's less "WTF am I on?" and more "Wow, all those years reading SF&F really fucked up my brain," with a side order of "Hm, I could turn this into a story if it wasn't so cliché."

It was ... the future, I guess, although I felt only a few years older than now. We were all locked up in big buildings, sort of like hospitals. I was in the basement somewhere, with a bunch of guys (no girls, I don't think), and or ... guard, I guess, died, and we couldn't get out. We called someone, but they couldn't help us without a code that only the guard knew. So we decided to commit suicide, by using some sort of radiation substance (radium?), but instead I guess we decided to try once more to escape, and it worked.

Next thing I know me and a group of girls/women are leading a whole bunch of children, mostly girls, to an exit. I remember seeing lots of labs along the way, where experiments were being done on people, and I remember one lab in particular that had lots of little kids and a sign outside indicating "Last rape: xxhxx". We were standing around an exit, waiting for them to open (someone was sabotaging the central locking system, I think), and being all nervous because people kept coming up askig what we were doing, and then the doors opened and we ran outside and I screamed with happiness.

And then there was the aftermath, where I was talking to one of the other women, and I had twoof the little girls in my arms, and I remember saying "Oh, no. These are mine," and I was grinning, deliriously happy in that way when you just can't stop laughing. But then I started talking to some of the other people who'd escaped, because apparently us getting out kind of overthrew whoever the fuck was in charge, and one of the people I talked to bitched to me that he was happier inside, where he didn't have to make any decisions on his own. (Freaky thing was, he was the guy I used to sit next to in Maths, who later turned out to be gay. Don't know if that's of any significane, but there you go.)

Somebody want to explain this to me?

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Melle: ... Could somebody please explain to me why the Slytherin Quidditch team is doing YMCA in my head?
Kristine: They're doing it because it amuses me. And if it amuses Kristine, it must be good.
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Your brain is very crafty. The next Martha Stewart, only without all the legal problems, and with a nice side order of perversions. :D
(Elfie; LJ comment)

AND! The MOST BRILLIANT typo EVER:

kat: That sucked.
Melle: ?
kat: Comp died.
kat: Blur screen of death.
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