Also, for all you Jane Austen fans out there, metaphoracle, aka Malfoi, has updated Facade at long last! Eee! And there's SEX! Haha! Regency Sex--what could be more gratifying to any Austenite? *grin grin grin* (Note to the lovely, newly restored-to-us lasultrix--much easier to spell than Lasrararachrara, thank you :D --I was not kidding when I said I had two pages of notes for my Harry/Draco=Lizzy/Darcy argument that I just never typed up. Maybe I'll type it up for the G&H thread after I've finished analysing DV9, reviewed MPI 3 and the IP14 cookie and caught up on a bunch of other fic reviews *cough* Mirrors *cough* and fandom chores *cough* G&H site *cough* that I need to work on.)
Chuckle. Today shakespearechic, tomorrow, the world.
EEEK! Sidhe has drawn a DV picture I didn't know about!! :o It is gorgeous! Val, you amaze me. Mmmmm. I think this pic might be my favourite of all the DV pics you've done. Mmmmm.
And now, haha, hahaha, it's time once again for beta comments from the lovely franzeska. I know this is always MY favourite part of any beta process. *laughing too hard to type*
*gurgle* The most, the most, the most... If Draco just keeps being more and more of ‘the most’ whatever, Harry’s head will eventually explode. Also, ‘exquisite’ is extra super cheesy in a Home Shopping Network kind of way. I know Harry’s being romantic and idiotic, but really!
And it was followed by the most exquisite kiss of Harry’s life.
To which, of course, nothing could ever compare, so he shot himself the next day.
Do something to that sentence. ‘contained’ bad! 2 modifiers on happiness, bad! Seeing things in people’s eyes, bad! Gaze, bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! All together like that: Very Bad! *smacks at the cheese*
*gurgle* What are we, Jane Austen? (author beams)
*spritzes Chapter 12 with Dashiel Danforthe’s All Purpose Dash Repellant* Die! Die! Die!
*sobs* No one, and I mean No One, is allowed to use that phrase without a several thousand page set up and psychic powers of some kind being involved.
Waaaanh! Damn you, Woman, how much more of this are you going to make me read?! I have a mind to go write something nonconsensual involving Snape, a hapless fifth year, and something unidentifiable yet slimy from Care of Magical Creatures class.
He placed a heavenly string of kisses
By which we clearly mean a bunch of Hershey’s chocolates tied to a piece of string.
on the nape of Harry’s neck.
Seriously, how long a string can you have on such a small area? Also, I’d reserve ‘heavenly’ for either kisses on specifically erogenous zones or for coffee after much sleep deprivation. (For some reason it seems to always turn up in the latter context.)
as he feathered his kisses over Harry’s chin.
Is that anything like feathering hair? I hear that’s very popular at my stylist’s right now.
Bad porn line! Seriously, I just read that in one of those Turgid Manhood, English as a Third Language I Speak fics. (I really need to stay away from ff.net)
Hee hee. romantic idiocy cometh before a fall.
Uh. Sentence bad. Sentence long. Sentence confusing. Kill. Chop into little pieces with big knife. Arrr.
Ooh! Ooh! Rabid fangirl speculation alert! Is it foreshadowing? What’s Draco mixed up in? Did he get it some illicit way? I smell plot! *bounce bounce bounce*
There’s no need for that sentence to be so long.
Ack! Sugar overload! Diabetic shock! Must... find... insulin. *gurgle*
What can I say? The soppy fangirls will love it, but first I’m going to beat the snot out of it! *shades her eyes against all the glowing sweetness*
And now you know why I love my betas.
After sleeping at odd intervals I stayed up most of the night making little revisions to chapter 12. I am almost afraid to send it off to be re-beta'd. *sobs* I am afraid that I will have to rewrite it again, or they will tell me that it just plain sucks and I should give up and let Harry and Draco have a happy ending just to get it over with and spare you all the pain of my writing; and I have been editing and revising it for so long it is odd to think it might actually just be done. I suppose I am having withdrawals. *Fearfully sends*
I dreamed tonight that Philip, the first guy I ever thought I was "in love" wth (read: major college crush), had just realised he was gay because of a crush he developed on Viggo Mortensen. *blinkblink* When I came across him he had just revealed his love to dear Viggo, who very haughtily thrust him away and informed him that he would have to ignore dear Philip completely from now on. Naturally, I proceeded to comfort him, but only in that purely platonic fag-hag way. :-L Hmm. Now that you mention it, had Phil been a few shades blonder he could have been a dead ringer for Draco Malfoy. *ponders this* Tsk, tsk. Poor Viggo--didn't know what he was throwing away; apparently he wasn't paying close enough attention when he read his copy of the VSD.
*Reads this all over again and dies all over again* "You know I've got game." SWOON. I haven't said lately how happy those two runts make me. Mmmmmmm.
Oooh, look, it is nearly 7 am already! I will get breakfast to go and then eat it while writing and watching the boats drift lazily over the lake! *grins and runs off*
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
*sigh* I love that poem.