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Aug. 2nd, 2002
I love fanfic. Love, love, love.
"if anything could distract Hermione it was the sultry siren song of academia."
"AIDS: Not Just the Muggle Plague"
"He had almost been able to forget that he was stuck in the middle of some twisted plan to kill Harry Potter and take over the world."
"Draco sat down in the seat Hermione was frantically indicating he should sit in and was about to say hello to Potter when he caught a look from him which clearly conveyed that while he, Harry, was quite happy to sit next to Malfoy and talk to him, now was really not a good time to do so owing to the fact that Weasley was about to blow a gasket and possibly take half the classroom with him if he so much as gave him, Malfoy, the time of day."
- The Marks We Bear.
"if anything could distract Hermione it was the sultry siren song of academia."
"AIDS: Not Just the Muggle Plague"
"He had almost been able to forget that he was stuck in the middle of some twisted plan to kill Harry Potter and take over the world."
"Draco sat down in the seat Hermione was frantically indicating he should sit in and was about to say hello to Potter when he caught a look from him which clearly conveyed that while he, Harry, was quite happy to sit next to Malfoy and talk to him, now was really not a good time to do so owing to the fact that Weasley was about to blow a gasket and possibly take half the classroom with him if he so much as gave him, Malfoy, the time of day."
- The Marks We Bear.
*dies*
*credit to JCAddict from the jjb for capping and making the animation
*credit to
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summer_cycle for posting it in her journal.
For the curious:
Aug. 2nd, 2002 08:03 amThe contents of my website:
Under The Girl:
Four melodramatic teen angst poems
Seven self-clarifing essays
Fourteen graphics manipulations
One extremely sketchy bio
Under Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
One half-done review for Welcome to the Hellmouth
Thirty-three episodes of B/X pictures
Top Ten SMG pics
Essay on the Trio
Publicity shots of B/X
Nine pieces of fanfiction
Growing Up On A Hellmouth(12 parts)
Under *NSYNC:
Short section of quotes
Short sections on the guys
Winged!Lance manip
Lance animation
Reviews of Portland Celebrity show, the debut, Home for Christmas, Celebrity, and the video for Gone
Twenty-four JuLa snippets
Many drabbles
Three other stories
Under Hosted:
Fic with Jadestar
Essays with Jim Parish
Under Other Obsessions:
Review of Angel episode, Heartthrob
Cartercest snippet
Review of Black and Blue
Femslash
Many icons
Under The Girl:
Four melodramatic teen angst poems
Seven self-clarifing essays
Fourteen graphics manipulations
One extremely sketchy bio
Under Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
One half-done review for Welcome to the Hellmouth
Thirty-three episodes of B/X pictures
Top Ten SMG pics
Essay on the Trio
Publicity shots of B/X
Nine pieces of fanfiction
Growing Up On A Hellmouth(12 parts)
Under *NSYNC:
Short section of quotes
Short sections on the guys
Winged!Lance manip
Lance animation
Reviews of Portland Celebrity show, the debut, Home for Christmas, Celebrity, and the video for Gone
Twenty-four JuLa snippets
Many drabbles
Three other stories
Under Hosted:
Fic with Jadestar
Essays with Jim Parish
Under Other Obsessions:
Review of Angel episode, Heartthrob
Cartercest snippet
Review of Black and Blue
Femslash
Many icons
Shakespeare Sonnet LXXIX
Aug. 2nd, 2002 03:58 pmWhilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
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Aug. 2nd, 2002 05:19 pmOkay, the description of Angel in the shooting script for WttH:
Angel is strikingly handsome, with intelligence and a kind of distance in his eyes.
*falls over laughing*
Angel is strikingly handsome, with intelligence and a kind of distance in his eyes.
*falls over laughing*