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Oho. I have a Livejournal once again! Let madness and chaos descend!

Ahem. I mean, obviously, hello. How're you?

So, quick background information: I was once (in my youth!) known by the username of tousled_quill. Under this alias, I committed many nefarious crimes against fanfiction wrote some things, and posted them, and allowed people to comment on them, and the like. I did this for many months, until I met a nice girl who answered my phone calls and enjoyed snogging me passionately in movie theatres, at which point I abandoned writing about the Harry Potter characters getting laid in favor of actually getting laid myself. Also, there was some dribble about creating my own characters, damn it, and making a stab at writing the novel I've been talking about writing....well....forever.

Alas, all brief periods of sanity must come to an end. My nice girl turned out to like people less, erm, female than me, and the novel's coming along, albeit piecemeal, and the siren call of the fanfic was too great to resist. Quitting fandom, it would seem, is a bit like quitting smoking--easy enough, until you notice there's nothing to be done about your oral fixation.

I considered returning to my former journal, but made the mistake of reading over some of my old fic first, and decided I'd rather reinvent. As such, I've produced this little brainchild, which will contain original fiction as well as the fanfiction, and also some real-lifey updates, for which I apologize. I ramble.

Will be partially friendlocked. Comment here, should you like to be privy to the full extent of the madness.

So, here's the thing: I'm pretty much horrible about time management. I get interested in something, and I commit to it, and then I get interested in something else, and I commit to it, and all of a sudden I'm up at 4 AM going "asblkdfjdk!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYY" and I don't have time to do the things I really love.

So I'm trying this new thing now, where I commit to less and thus actually do more, and also have time to eat/sleep/breathe/fuck, etc. All the normal human things. And it occurred to me, the way stuff does when I have a moment to think, that it's been a looooong time since I've traipsed my merry way into fandom.

SO! If there's anyone out there who still reads this journal after my at-least-a-year-long-unforeseen-hiatus, comment with a pairing and a prompt, or several pairings and prompts, or one pairing and several prompts, or several prompts and one pairing...you get the idea. I will do something with as many of them as I can. I am not making promises about length or when they'll be done, because I only ever break those promises, and that's sad for everyone. But I will at some point produce you some Harry Potter fiction.

Ok? Ok.

I really need to post here more often. I always intend to do the blogging thing, and then I just do not. It's sorely disappointing. I come here with fic, of course, but my time for fic production in increasingly limited as other commitments--with real life ramifications, etc, etc, reality bites--take over my life.

But blogging? Blogging, I think I can do.

So, in apology for my supreme lack of responsible posting, you can has:

What Happens When Technology Fails and The World Goes Mad
A True Story

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Title: Paler than Dry Grass
Pairing: Ginny/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Warning: EWE, in the sense that we assume that the woman in the train station with Draco was Pansy, not Astoria Greengrass.
A/N: Written for a prompt at the hp_girlslash poetry/lyric mini-fest.

( Some nights, Ginny focuses on Pansy’s hands, because she knows there is blood on them. )

Title: A Rose, By Any Other Name
Rating: R
Pairings: George/Lee, with occasional George/Various
Word Count: About 10,000
Warnings: Drug use and a spot of non-con.
Author's Note: Special thanks to my new beta, secretsolitaire, who is fantastic and whose services I highly recommend. And, as always, thanks to purple_chalk, without whom this fic (and, frankly, most every major project in my life) would have languished in my brain forevermore.

( Resentment curls like a serpent on George’s tongue, flavoring his coffee bitter and his cigarette stale. )

Title: Five Women Neville Longbottom has Loved and Lost
Pairings: Neville/Luna, Neville/Ginny, Neville/Hannah
Rating: PG-13

( A lifetime of women who had been, if nothing else, hard to love... )

Title: Animalia
Characters: James/Sirius, Remus/Sirius, James/Lily, Peter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Everyone assumed that Sirius and James got on so well because they were exactly alike and they were all wrong; everyone assumed Sirius and James got on so well because they were both crazy and that was true.

( Animalia )

I think maybe I made a mistake in moving away from my old journal.

Hmmm.

12 hours until I forever part from my wisdom teeth.

Am frightened. Hold me.

Um, is it just me, or is Schnoogle down for everyone?

Wow. When people worried that fandom would fall apart after the release of DH, I sort of didn't imagine it would be because of LJ policy rules.


(Also: Am in Canada. Have done very little posting because....am in Canada. Where it is lovely. And outdoorsy-like. And there is a lake, and I like the lake, but my computer does not so much like the lake. But--great fun, Canada. There will be fic shortly.)

( And on a completely different note, I saw Sirius, James, Remus and Peter at the bar last night... )

So, here they are. My thoughts, insane though they are, on Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

( Cut for, y'know, spoilers. )

Still exist. Real life=crazy. Time=none. Work=OMG INVENTORY. But also, work=cute (and here's the strange part) boy. I will be back shortly!

Summary of the last few days:

Had a birthday. Became inebriated. Caused much amusement amongst my friends. Was thirsty; walked to store. Discovered store was closed and said, rather more loudly than intended, "Bitches and HOS!" Stopped pedestrian traffic.

Rediscovered crossword puzzles. Became addicted.

Read two new books and reread an old book.

Received a new cell phone! Fell in love with said new cell phone. Shall have very intelligent babies with great digital service and cool ringtones.

Wrote, and deleted, several versions of a new Sirius/Regulus. Wept over the impossibility of current James/Sirius project. Despaired of fandom.

Worked on my novel.

Missed fandom.

(Am currently posting on LJ. Following posting on LJ, intentions involve going out and...becoming inebriated.)

I graduate next Thursday. Weird.

I am aggrieved.

First and foremost, what the fuck is UP with this Warriors for Innocence business? (ETA: I had a link posted and was warned to remove it, because it's rumored that these people have a tracking system back to journals who link to them. To this, I can only say: wtf, mate?) I apologize, I was of the impression that as an adult over the age of consent, I am perfectly within my rights to post whatever fiction I please. I suppose this means I shall have to find an archive; irritating.

Secondly, I have discovered that there are now NASCAR romance novels on sale. At my bookstore. Where I work. I think I may cry.

To close, a question: how many think that the closest any of the "Warriors for Innocence" come to getting laid is reading the aforementioned novels? I'm going to make a conservative estimate and say all of them.

( Because I actually want to finish this. )

Decisions, decisions. Shall I finish the Blackcest I've been working on for months, or work on the new piece that threatens ominously to become Sirius/James, despite my best efforts?

In other news, I'm really disturbingly addicted to coffee, and it would be worrisome if it didn't taste so good. I say this only because I woke up this morning and realized I had dreamed of caffeine. Even for me, this is crossing a line.

What an interesting picture I must paint, sitting here in a coffee shop with my computer, holding a styrofoam cup like it's a baby and grinning widely enough to indicate the incestuous depravity running about my brain. Passersby are probably unsettled. Certainly that one is--but probably because I cackled at him.

Thus concludes today's episode of "Katy, Before the Coffee". Tune in next week for the shocking conclusion, featuring really atrocious bedhead and some incoherent growly noises!