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Here’s some pretty Harry Potter fanart I made for Hogwarts_Elite

Moaning Myrtle:

A gender-swapped Severus and Lily as children:

(The idea of doing gender-swapped art in this case was inspired by zephre

Enjoy!!!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

I finally got my letter!

Username: WingSnitch51

Wand:


Length: 13 in Wood: Sycamore Core:Dragon Flexibility: Slightly Springy

( ...And I got sorted into... )

Seriously, is anyone surprised?

( much many long and varied things with photos hooray hooray )

Love, love love.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

And I won it! Yay!

Captain’s Log, Stardate 2263.72:
Returning from a routine medical mission, sonar sensors picked up a free-floating pile of detritus on the starboard side.

I ordered two men out in a reconnaissance vessel to survey the debris in the event that it was the result of a wrecked patrol. Aboard the reconnaissance vessel: Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu and Chief Medical Officer Dr. Leonard McCoy.

The investigation team returned with the assurance that the debris appeared to be a free-floating pile of trash from the 20th century. The two arrived back aboard the Enterprise with a small collection of samples for analysis.

Included amongst the samples was one (1) small “flash drive,” a primitive data storage mechanism which can be affixed to a computer for output via an outdated connective device known by contemporaries as a “USB port.” Our technology team loaded the device onto our computer’s main data bank in order to survey the information for anthropological research.

The drive included data from a Terran children’s fiction series familiar to Lt. Sulu. This was apparent based on the squeal of girlish glee which emanated from Mr. Sulu upon recognition of the material. Familiarity of the material was corroborated by Lt. Uhura, who claimed to have read said books in Latin, Hebrew and Klingon during her training as a linguist.

“Captain,” Lieutenant Uhura asked me. “You mean to say you’ve never read Harry Potter?”

“Lieutenant,” replied Dr. McCoy, “are you suggesting the Captain reads anything?”

I pointed out that I have read the autobiography of twentieth century basketball legend Kareem Abdul-Jabbar as well as many issues of Men’s Health.

Several members of my crew simultaneously went on to attempt to describe the plot of said children’s books. From my understanding, there is a boy who lives in a cupboard who marries his best friend’s sister and flies around on a maneating horse-monster. He has magic powers and goes to a special school where he may or may not be having an affair with his archnemesis. Because of anti-homosexual sympathies at the time of its writing, the headmaster is a closeted homosexual, and his secret relationship is the cause of the second World War. There is also a werewolf.

Mr. Chekhov then tried to illustrate a complex mathematical formula which he described as having to do with the relation between a matter transporter and something he called “apparation,” but I must confess I lost him somewhere in the first sentence and was not listening by the time he got around to making a point.

My attention was mainly required by a curious activity which my deck officers referred to as “sorting,” in which they discussed “houses,” and which “house” they would each live in. Each house apparently had a name and the vast majority of my crew insisted that they would live in a house called after a bird—I believe it was Eagle- or Raven- something, although Dr. McCoy did not live with the rest of them and instead got to live in a house called Puffle-something. Many of my crew members apparently looked down on this Puffle-house with a sort of intellectual disdain.

Mr. Spock, the only non-Terran in my immediate command seemed intrigued by the game and inquired as to the exact definition of these houses. Apparently the bird house is the house for smart people and the Puffle house has something to do with either cuddliness or socialism. I am not sure which.

In an attempt to socialize with my crew, I asked them which of these houses I would get to live in. Lt Uhura immediately volunteered the name “Slytherin,” but as soon as she said it, Lt. Sulu got a rather agitated look and shouted “Gryffindor!” at her. Lt. Uhura said that that was impossible and related my success at the Kobayashi Maru test as an example of my “Slytherin” nature. Lt. Sulu, on the other hand, insisted that my manipulation of the exam was only a result of my dedication to idealism and that that made me a “Gryffindor.” After several minutes back and forth, it was necessary for me to order them separated out of my concern for their physical well-being. However, on reflection, I am quite pleased as I have been made to understand that Slytherin is the “sexy” house.

My crew has now convinced me that I have missed an important part of Terran pop culture by not having been exposed to these books, so I have downloaded the first in the series and plan to begin it tonight. I hope there are not any big words.

–James T Kirk, Commanding Officer, USS Enterprise

PS I also made this:

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

( And Sometimes I write creepy fic from the perspective of a mass murderer )

So, to cut through the seriousness of previous post.

I recently won two contests in hogwarts_elite and placed in two more. Yay!

Here's my entries.

First, and I have to say this is the most fun I've ever had entering an H_E contest, svimmelhet had a karaoke contest where you were supposed to rewrite a song and karaoke it. I...misread the rules and thought I was supposed to karaoke as a character, which brought about the following:

Grawp Just Want Bang Stick.

I really, really want to do more Grawp karaoke. Any requests? If you can supply the karaoke .mp3, even better.

Then, I have two art entries. The first one just got third place, and the second one didn't place, but hey, they are some of my first art using my tablet. So!

( Draw a canon character at the time of the Epilogue )

( Draw a canon character behaving in a way that isn't canonical for his/her house )

Finally, my fics. The first one placed first-- it's a fic where the prompt was to write part of a whodunnit starring canon characters.

( The Maltese Eyeball )

The second one didn't place, it's supposed to be a fic about a character on the other side of death.

( Small Blessings )

And finally, one about motherhood. This one placed third.

( Tale of the Lonely Dentist )

I finished reading DH on Wednesday, but I didn't want to post too many thoughts on it until:

1)The Carpet Copy was verified
2) Everyone else had had a chance to read it so they wouldn't have to go back through the Flist.

So now it seems like the right time to do this.

( Spoileriffic thoughts, for posterity )

Two leak quote icons, five spoiler icons of various spoilitude.





( SPOILERY ICONS UP TO Page 646 )

Starting as soon as we've got our books.

Ending around dawn, or later if we aren't falling asleep on the ground. Our readaloud expert says the whole book should take approx 20 hours, so we're just going to do as much as we can by sunrise.

If you're in the NY area, you're invited.

If you're not, you can still text in and post pics and video from whatever release party you're at! (text blast.hp to 43332)

Pass the word around!

So, no bar. :-(
The apartment got taken by somebody else. How, I have no idea, but it did. So back to square one. The broker had another apartment that was very similar, but to be honest, the kitchen kind of sucked and there was no bar, so no go on that one. Hopefully, he'll be able to take me out again tomorrow.

Anyway, I have thoughts about the horrible massacre today, but that's still brewing in my head. It's a sick, sick world where something like that can happen, and it makes me angry. It makes my heart cry for all the parents of those students, because their kids got killed away from home, in what should have been a safe place. And I don't know when they last got to see their kids or tell them they loved them, and that's just heartbreaking. God. I know that at least one person on my friends' list knew one of the victims, and I am so, so sorry for any of the rest of you who may have. I had two good friends die young in tragic accidents, and I can't express the depth of my sympathy.

Now on to happier things:

Zwartboek was fucking awesome. I love Paul Verhoeven to start with, and Sebastian Koch is fast becoming one of my favorite actors after this and The Lives of Others. Let me just take a superficial moment to say, oh my god, hottest Nazi ever.

That movie was truly awesome. Truly. I would put it up there on my list of best-ever spy movies. I just can't gush enough about it. Only I'm not going to, because like all good suspense films, it was truly suspenseful, and it was good in that the clues were all there to figure out what was going on, but they never hit you over the head with it. I loved it. Oh, and the colors and the...just, everything. It was really good.

And, under the cut-- pikacharma wanted to see my MASSIVE haul of new shoes from Delaware. The only thing I didn't by that I wish I had was an amazing pair of platform stiletto pumps, which is not the kind of thing I ever buy.

To preface, I am the kind of girl who usually only owns one or two pairs of shoes at a time. Usually black, usually slip ons, and one pair of dressier shoes. If my black slip-ons are in any way presentable, I frequently don't own dressy shoes. I generally have a pair of boots, and a pair of sandals for summer, and that's it.

But right now? I need to build up my arsenal of Clothes To Wear to Work, and the biggest problem with this whole Dressing for Work thing is that for the first time in my life, save for fancy dress parties, my shoes have to match what I'm wearing. Style-wise, color-wise. So I've managed in the past few weeks to go from owning two pairs of boots and one pair of the respectable black slip-ons mentioned above to enlisting the aid of FIVE NEW PAIRS OF SHOES. One of them are boring, black ankle boots, but the others are AMAZING-- so amazing I needed to share!

Also, enjoy the pictures of my hideous feet! Although if I had to pick one part of my body to be red and fat, I guess I could do worse than feet. I am, however, concerned that I am turning into my shoe-crazy grandmother. Who has...over 200 pairs of sandals. Imelda Marcos, look out!

( SHOES AHOY )

Oh, and I forgot to add! I FINALLY got responses to my Craigslist Ads

Two! Both from Lucius Malfoy!

elikrei, you are apparently at fault for this!

( text of emails! )

I want more responses!

This is probably the funniest thing that the new book has spawned!

http://hermionepotter.net/

Don't click if you OMG CARE about having the ohsoimportant romances in the book spoiled for you! Which you might, since they're essentially the only plot in the entire novel.

Dude, this chick would never have lasted as a Sox fan.