it’s strange that the common enemy isn’t the series main villain
I’m in between jobs - start the new one Monday - so I’ve spent my week deep cleaning the house. I didn’t touch three rooms, but I will. (The extra bedroom is getting a window replaced, so that will need to be cleaned when they’re done. Then there’s my scrapbook room and my office. Those two I’ve been putting off for a long time. I may start my office today.)
I only clean like this when I’m upset, so that tells you how my last week at the old job went.
The little Drarry fic that could has exceeded my expectations.
My favourite comment on the piece so far: Please for the love of Merlin, describe the sex!! Other than that, it’s awesome.
Unfortunately (Fortunately?), I suck at writing detailed sex scenes. Plus, these versions were young, confused, boys. They’re of age, and not virgins, but I think making allusions to het sex and blow jobs is enough. It wouldn’t have enhanced the plot and it would have made me totally uncomfortable to post. (I keep thinking of my 15 year old beta… I don’t want to write something filthy that someone that young can read.) Besides, if they want to read detailed sex, all they need to do is search for “PWP” on AO3.
But, you know, it was awesome even without the sex.
I really wanted to take a bubble bath today, but I’m out of bubble bath.
Getting bubble bath would require taking a shower so that I’m decent enough to leave the house… That seems counter-productive to me. Ugh.
In other bathroom news, our dripping sink was finally fixed. The plumber was a young kid and totally hot. What a nice way to start my day.
and jkr wonders why so many ship drarry…
Our second mortgage was sold twice, and our new loan servicer has sucked since day one.
I noticed that they’ve been applying our payments only to interest and I’ve now called three times. Each time I’ve been told that it is a simple daily interest loan and that I’ve missed payments.
It USED to be a HELOC - a simple daily interest loan, but I changed it to a standard P & I loan back in 2007. They claim that they have a copy of my promissory note that says it’s a HELOC.
I went to log into their site, but it doesn’t look like it belongs to a bank. ( Seriously. That’s the website on the bill.) I’m terrified to give them my personal information and open an online account.
So now I need to call them a FOURTH time and demand a copy of that promissory note… or hope to Dog that the website is legit so that I can download a copy of the note they’re referencing.
As if that’s not bad enough, TWICE I’ve asked for my amortisation schedule and they’ve sent me a statement of my payments.
The news online isn’t good - this is a company that does nothing but fuck over their customers.
I’m guessing that I will lose about $700 on the loan if I move it without straightening this out. It’s almost worth it to me to get it away from these fuckers…
In happier news, the response to my story has been awesome. It’s now my most kudo’d, most subscribed, and most bookmarked story on AO3. It’s lagging in hits, but they’re still jumping daily.
Also, in happier news, ask and ye shall receive.
I put something out into the universe, and the universe is delivering.
Maybe something will happen soon…
the crappy little fan fic that could
Yeah… I’m still a wee bit excited by the response.
I’m ridiculously proud of the (subtle) improvements in my Ukrainian. I knew it was finally sticking when I forgot to cancel this morning’s class. Amazingly, I had an excuse at the ready as to why the homework wasn’t done. I did end up doing the homework AFTER I realised I could tell her “I didn’t get any homework done because I was sick” in Ukrainian. In practically perfect Ukrainian.
Odd that THAT would serve as motivation to actually do the homework before today’s class. Class was still rough - I have no voice - but it wasn’t terrible.
My pronunciation still sucks balls, but everything else is progressing nicely.
Cranking along on my third Drarry fic.
Yeah. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me either.
look at those stats!
So, I’m pretty impressed with the way the Harry Potter fic is doing. There’s a LOT of HP fic out there - it’s still one of the strongest fandoms - and for me to get as much attention as I am is pretty impressive (to me… I know there are other authors who have more kudos, comments, subscriptions on one fucking paragraph than I do combined, but I don’t care).
My whole three comments:
Aww, that was so cute
The point where they rested their heads on each other felt so warm, and when Draco walked away it was so sad :( Please update [consistently]!
That was so sad. The longing and need in them both, just too stubborn to see it or admit it.
I’ve only published five out of the fifteen chapters, so there’s still a way to go and hopefully that will help spur interest as it moves forward.
Either way, as the Brits would say, I am chuffed.
“Harry Potter is like the gateway fandom. You start reading the books, and then all of a sudden, you have a Sonic Screwdriver, you’re carrying salt everywhere and awkwardly in love with Sherlock Holmes and you don’t really know how any of it happened, but you’re pretty sure it started because Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley of 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal thank you very much.” - found on tumblr
My first experience with fan fic was Harry Potter (Hermione / Snape, to be exact) and I have to admit, it was pretty upsetting. I decided that fan fic - while an absolutely fascinating concept - was just not for me. The pairings were weird, the settings were weird, it was just… weird. I felt dirty reading it.
Fast forward about six years or so, and I’m sitting in a room in a Boston hotel where a teenaged girl is obsessing over a thing she posted on some website called ‘tumblr’ that was getting hits in the high five figures.
(Draco Malfoy attended Fred Weasley’s funeral. He stood in the far back, careful not to be seen, and after he thought everyone had left, he lingered a bit. He’d never let on that he secretly thought the twins were quite funny, and he was truly sorry he’d been part of the reason that Fred died. He felt that way in regards to everyone that had been hurt and lost in the war, but he could barely get up the courage to go to Fred’s funeral, let alone anyone else’s. Draco would never tell anyone he was there, and George would never tell anyone he saw him cry, apologizing to a headstone.)
I became curious about fan fiction again, curious about tumblr, and life as I knew it would never be the same.
I never thought that everything would come full circle and I’d come back to Harry Potter fan fic.
But I did.
All that to say, I posted the first chapter of my quick little Drarry fic (the Draco POV version) on AO3 a few hours ago.
Commence freak out.