#oh hell why not

[ainawgsd]

My husband just told me he loves the pans he got for Christmas more than me.

[jake-marshall]

Six Sentence Sunday

Back at it again with my Audrey/Percy bs.   I’ve actually really started writing THE FIC and so far I’m about 3500~ into the first chapter (plus the other random 10k I’ve written for other parts of the fic, lol).  It’s fun to have this mish-mash of minor canon characters and OC, and even some major canon characters on the periphery.  Anyway, here’s how I get things rolling between Audrey and Percy in this fic that will become their epic life+love story.    The fic opens up the day after Sirius Black breaks into the boys’ dorm, after Gryffindor defeats Ravenclaw in Prisoner of Azkaban.  

And this is way longer than six sentences but I’m having so much fun with it and with Audrey, and I hope desperately that others come to love her as much as I (and Percy, eventually) do..

But her spirits lifted when she entered the library's doors. Just as she'd hoped – and predicted – it was almost entirely deserted. Surely she'd beaten Weasley here, and could laud that over him, get him good and wound up – not that that was terribly difficult.

She greeted Madam Pince with a smile and a bright “Good Morning!” Madam Pince, the crone, told her to shush.  Audrey muttered an “up yours” under her breath and passed the many rows of Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced Charms course books, making her way to the rows of heavy cherry-oak tables just beyond the collection of maps and atlases in the center of the library. Oh. A small, elated gasp escaped her when she saw that she had not, in fact, beaten Weasley to the library. Because there he was, at the last table to the right, books strewn around him. Head down and fast asleep. Asleep?  In the library?  Oh, this was too much.  She was no athlete, but it was like the Golden Snitch was right in front of her, begging her to snatch it up for the victory. Audrey looked around wildly for any sign of Madam Pince.  Sure, she'd been at the front desk a few minutes ago, but she possessed the innate ability to swoop down on students like a vulture finding a carcass. Not only was the curmudgeonly librarian nowhere in the vicinity, neither were any students, save for Isaac Sotheby at the far opposite end of the table Weasley was at.  Sotheby was in their year, a Ravenclaw, with hair as blond as Weasley's was red.  He was also a Chaser on Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, who'd just suffered a brutal lost at the brooms and hands of Gryffindor the night before – and therefore probably wouldn't mind a little revenge. Putting a finger to her lips, Audrey winked over at Sotheby.  He winked back and used his wand to mime poking at Weasley. Audrey moved closer, clutching the strap of her bag so it wouldn't jostle and make noise.  Oh, Weasley was out like a lamplight that'd been snuffed.   Not that she could blame him. If Sirius Black had broken into Slytherin, Audrey was certain that both as Head Girl and as a human being with the capacity to be frightened, she wouldn't have slept a wink last night.   Still, that didn't explain what he was doing sleeping here and not back in Gryffindor, not when they hadn't agreed to meet for another hour.   He couldn't be that eager to work on their presentation about the history of a Muggle sport and one of its key figures (Audrey and Weasley had chosen swimming), except well... this was Weasley, so anything that absurd was possible. Wait... Audrey frowned.  Surrounding Weasley were some of the books they needed for their Muggle Studies project – various publications about the sport of swimming in Muggle Britain, and a larger, dustier tome titled A British History of Sport and Game. But the book that Weasley was using a pillow was, as far as Audrey could tell, not remotely linked to their assignment.  She could see from the chapter heading of the page he was that it was a book about Azkaban.  A diagram of a cell was partially obscured by his arm laying over it. He'd been here researching Sirius Black – or, whatever he could find that was closely related to Sirius Black. “Weasley,” she hissed.  He didn't move, didn't do anything except breathe more heavily through his mouth.   Audrey looked to Sotheby, who had a hand to his mouth, trying not to crack up in laughter. “Weasley!” she repeated, slightly louder.  No luck.   With a fake urgency, she fibbed, “Better wake up, I think I see Pince on her way.” Still, nothing. While Madam Pince hated loud talkers in her library, and she especially detested laughers,  even more so did she loathe nappers.   In fact, the only thing Madam Pince hated more than students dozing off were students using the long, narrow aisle in the International Wizarding Law section as a place to engage in heated make-out sessions - not that Audrey had any personal first-hand knowledge, or anything. (Madam Pince hadn't liked it very much when Audrey had informed her, well, it wasn't like her and Cassius had been talking.) Removing her wand from the scone-free pocket of her cardigan, Audrey pointed it at the book about Azkaban. “Libroclaudo!” she whispered. The book, with no regard for Weasley resting upon it, zipped out from under his arms and shut with a loud FUMP!

[lokilickedme]

I’m alternating between working on Chemical, The Trickster’s Wife, Samhach Mhiannan, and Jack Montague - which isn’t a good idea because after accidentally typing the wrong bit in the wrong story, I decided to go stream jumping.  In the space of the last half hour this has happened:

Anja watched with shock as a pair of Gucci slippers ran out from under the bed and growled at the baby.

An army of ghost soldiers charged up the sliabh and King had to come out in full William Wallace mode to fight them off.

A long haired Cree warrior with a bar towel slung over his shoulder walked into the castle at Tarses and picked up a knife, pointed at Bragneire, and said “You. Out back, now.”

A group of vampires are having a beer at the back table of Tommy’s and a blue haired girl is tending bar and showing her fangs at the customers.

Nobody is sure where Loki is but a big ass hammer of some kind just flew through Glenda’s front window in Claighe.

[googletranslateofficial]

you all need to read this fanfic i wrote ok

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[giggletoday]

I'll jump on the bandwagon and have a tmi tuesday as well

[ohneuchatel]

I could really go for a fab beer + pizza night.

[169yr]

will someone please make a gifset of all the times dan has said "existential crisis" bc my love for you will be eternal

[sgtford]

For Manda

The best face ever made