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It's quite silly really, this love I have for a slightly (or, ridiculously, even) mad Harry. I know it's more common to see Draco written as the comedic little vaguely unhinged / completely ridiculous one, but I think it's so much more fun (or interesting, if we're talking serious types of unhinged) if it's Harry.

Honestly, I laughed so hard at this fic, in which Harry is obsessed with Malfoy's hair, Hermione and Ron are long-suffering, and plotting and ficuses happen. There is no part of that summary that I could ever dislike.

(Very long haired Malfoy isn't really my thing, so at first I tried to picture it a bit shorter than she describes, but then I realised that the image my brain was throwing up in response to the description as a whole was more a sort of crazy Square-Enix situation with impossibly shaped silver hair and broad shoulders, so then I thought JUST GO WITH IT.)

And look, while I'm here and talking about kooky Harrys, here's two of my favourites:

- The Benefits of Breakfast, by [livejournal.com profile] wonkyveela. Like the one above, it's G/PG, and silly. By way of summary, have the first few lines - they're all kinds of wonderful and express the key plot point (jam): )


From Another Perspective by [livejournal.com profile] kabeyk. Which is, in the grand tradition of Kabeyk, far more explicit (NC17), and astoundingly well written. She's always funny, always insightful, always making the mundane seem like the most fascinating thing in the world, and has a gorgeous way of working language that always just fucking floors me. This is one of my favourites of her stories, and one of my all time favourite H/Ds. Seriously, I just re-read a bit, and lost all coherency for a few moments because al;jfasl;fj she just, fucking, brilliant, so bloody brilliantly written I can't even. READ IT.

Summary: A bit loopy after the war is over, Harry starts to wonder if maybe he's gay. And then Malfoy turns up.

(Also, her Malfoy in this fic? Possibly one of my favourites ever. THE IMAGERY. She's hit my white button up shirt; stubble; arrogant, petulant arsehole; pale skin with pale hair; and lounging around smoking kinks, some of which I don't even think I had before reading this fic. Dear god the imagery.)

I'm in such a good mood right now. And the cat has moved on from purring while trying to bite me to trying to eat my dressing gown. She's surprisingly strong, but I think I can take her. Muha!

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Brief minor flailing )

By the way, I should have recced this ages ago, but only just remembered it.

Anyone who likes Doctor Who, or Blackadder, or neither, but especially both, should go read Just Impediment - a Who-Blackadder crossover, with an absolutely joyously perfect Edmund voice and spot-on Ten.

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So I've been loving Hey Arnold! again recently (see here and here for reasons behind recent flail), and it has reminded me of something.

No matter how old I get, no matter what happens in my life,

there will always be a part of me that is forever CHEERING HER ON!!

of course

Dec. 4th, 2008 12:41 am
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Hermione made a noise somewhere between disgust and anguish. “Harry, if no one else will represent Malfoy... you have to.”

Hee hee. I love my ship.

It's so predictable.


The fic is here, and so far not too bad.

ETA: Okay, so the fic turned out to be really nice. I even reviewed, which I rarely do. So I thought, since the link was already here, I may as well C&P the review and make a rec!

Title: Breakdown
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, assorted minor characters.
Summary: Draco Malfoy’s reappearance years after the Last Battle wreaks havoc on Harry’s carefully organized life.
Word Count: 11,182

Rec: I was so loving all the little pieces the author had assembled and the delicate way they were handling things, that I actually exclaimed "no!" when the page wouldn't scroll any further and I realised I'd reached the end.

A really lovely fic. The little touches of humour and emotion are great, and Harry's perspective is wonderfully written. There's a real impression of him and of his world, and the writing manages to be sort of gently squee-inducing without being at all sappy. It's subtle, just giving us what there is as it is.

It's really nicely measured and was a delight to read. The anonymous thing is a bugger at times like these - I want more!

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1. I can't stop eating these Mars filled Pods things. I buy them thinking I'll ration them as treats, but then I just munch on them constantly. I have no self control. Damn seductive caramel.

2. I have to get seriously working on my Games and Simulation assessment. I am making a text adventure game. It is set in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. There are Oopa Loompas. It is a group project and we've got it quite nicely planned out. All I have to do is start coding my part. IT WILL BE EASY AND FUN BUT I AM STILL PUTTING IT OFF. WHY DO I DO THIS???

Dear Brain,
                    Can we please stop with the anxiety? It will be very difficult for me to pass my courses if a great whopping wall of terror is erected every time I contemplate doing an assessment. I actually really enjoyed the last essay I wrote, you know. And do you remember all that pride when I handed it in on time? Wasn't that nice? Don't you want that again? Come on, kiddo, let's get adjusting. That's how you're supposed to work.

3. My flat needs vacuuming, I could make up a load of washing, and there are clothes flung everywhere. Clean up day soon, YAY! 
I loves domestic chores. They makes me feel real. And it's nice to see the floor. I have such a nice floor.

4. So, last night (as well as having a lovely night out with a friend at Circular Quay for a birthday dinner) I actually met someone from fandom in real life! Am not the only insane HP slash fangirl in Australia! Look, look, I have proof! Muhaha!! And I have made a new LJ friend! Hiiiii!! *waves enthusicastically* Will do proper greetings and exchanging of recs etc when I have taken care of point 2.  Must... do... uniwork. It-will-be-fun, dammit!

5. Have to cook tonight. I refuse to have toast or cereal for tea and I've run out of left overs. Which means I have to wash pots. Curses.

6. My god this album. It's amazing. It flows and crashes and screams and whimpers and settles and brakes and falls and lifts and it's impossible not to go with it. He has the most honest voice - more like speaking than singing, and all the while trying not to fall to pieces, filled with cracks and strange little screams - and the most sweet, exposed, and devastatingly lovely lyrics. ('The world's got me dizzy again/ you'd think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin,'  'It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live,'  'This is the first day of my life,/ Glad I didn't die before I met you.' ) 

The songs - lyrics and music - are so beautifully complex, even the deceptively quiet ones. There is a real simplicity to what he sings about, he doesn't romanticise, but sings about things at a very basic level, creating such honesty. It's like, he's describing things as they are, as they actually feel, but somehow it sounds so breathtaking. And the music cascades in from nothing, crashes down and sweeps through or is so silent you forget it's there, you can only focus on his voice. That sort of honesty and reality is so rare and precious.  It's impossible not to be affected. 

The closest thing I can think to compare it to is The Cure - Robert Smith has that same stuttering honesty in his voice, and that same childishness and wonder in his lyrics, and that same cascading lushesness in some of his music. In fact, the stereo is set so that Disintegration is the next album to play after Bright Eyes finishes. 'Plain Song' is a perfect way to follow up I'm Wide Awake..., it too, never fails to be stunning.

7. I'm always pinning after my pets, wishing I could take them with me to Sydney. I am acquainted with all the neighbourhood cats, and am sure to say hello when I pass them. So my mummy made me a cat so I wouldn't be lonely.

I love my Mum.

I had a moment the other morning, lying in bed, just about to wake up. I thought to myself, it's feels like I've barely seen anyone (my family) the past few days. Will have to spend some time wth them today. But then I opened my eyes and remembered. I actually hadn't seen them for the past few days at all, because Easter was over and I was back at uni again. I felt so dissapointed. I really wanted to see them. But then I woke up, and got on with things, and laughed at how easilly I'd gotten mixed up. 

I'm fine, really I am. But it's hard sometimes, getting used to not having them around. That morning, filled with sleep, I really missed them. Sometimes I just really want for them. 

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[personal profile] tjwritter, I hope that this somehow answers your questions, and, at the very least, there are some great fics linked in there if you're new to the fandom.

Now, I desparetly need to go to bed. It's Christmas Eve in the morning, and I have to get up early to work, and do many a wonderful but tiring Christmassy thing. 
To all a good night, and a very Merry Christmas/ lovely holidays!


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