If I knew for absolutely certain that my actions would only have positive consequences (which you can't know), I suppose I'd tell her to never, ever start studying Japanese, but even that would probably turn into some kind of Monkey's Paw mess. :P
Going to a Desert Unknown
Summary: Puberty is gross and mystifying, even when you have somebody to share it with. Or maybe especially when you do. Coraline/Wybie. Some sexual situations, not for children.
Sequel to Kappa! (all my Coraline stories are related).
( The fact is, though, that sweet, nervous, enthusiastic Wyborne Lovat has also become prickly, sulky and angry with great unpredictability. She's halfway through Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde before she realizes why she's had the urge to read it, and chortles to herself in her bed, before she groans, simply exhausted with him.Collapse )
Summary: Ashland, Oregon, the center of weirdness for the entire planet. Apparently. And some creatures even refuse to behave according to their own mythological rules. Coraline/Wybie, but only kind of.
Prequel to Going to a Desert Unknown (all my Coraline stories are related).
( The summer vacation stretches out before them, long and lazy and carefree, and he's taken to carrying around a big book of mythological creatures that he ordered online, or a Beastiary, as he calls it (she calls it adding to his bad posture).Collapse )
Summary: In which a hurt Hermione confronts Ron, trying to find out why he's suddenly giving her the cold shoulder after she'd invited him to Slughorn's Christmas party and he'd seemed to accept. Just because I wondered why she didn't.
Half-blood Prince what-if. Some dialogue in the story taken from book six out of necessity (and some slightly altered), but not, I believe, enough for it to be bothersome.
( "Ugh, that McLaggen!" Hermione bristled as they walked down the corridor from Slughorn's office at a vigorous pace, her still leading him by the arm. Collapse )
Favourite: Addams Family and Addams Family Values (it started as a newspaper comic), Hellboy and Persepolis (yeah, I can't choose just one).
Least favourite: Although there are a LOT of comic book movies that are much worse, I choose Hellboy II: The Golden Army, simply for the crushing disappointment. I loved the first one, and had really been looking forward to the second one, but it turned out to be pointless, stupid, bumbling and even out of character. This sums up exactly what I think of it.
Summary: "I've got a handful of vertebrae and a headful of mad." Not so much with the shippiness this time. More of a Shego-centric flash!fic. Season 2, mostly. Originally published at FF Net in September of 2009.
( As she stands there on a hot summer afternoon, though, loading cases of fruity lickies into the back of an evil undercover ice cream van— and wearing an ice cream seller's uniform, let's not forget that; least of all the stupid hat— she realizes that she can shake her head and she can complain and everything— but she's still doing it, and why is she doing it?Collapse )
Summary: She hadn't realized the silly thing had been that important to her. Lydia, Beetlejuice…and Delia.
Like most Beetlejuice fics, this is some kind of vague mix between the cartoon and the movie, mostly the movie. And for simplicity's sake, it's not set in the eighties. Originally published at FF Net in June of 2010.
( It didn't take Lydia all that long to start disliking Delia.Collapse )
Summary: Even Ron didn't seem to smile anymore. Deathly Hallows. Response to the recent terrorist attacks in Norway. Previously posted at FF Net in July 2011.
Author's note: I'm watching a whole people trying to get things back together again here in Norway, after the fact of the massacre. For a long while, Norway has sort of just been this safe, rich, obscure little country where nothing much happens, which made the shock all the greater. Practically nobody really expected foreign terrorists to be interested in tiny Norway, so unfortunately nobody realized the threat could come from inside, from one of our own, either.
Listening to the radio, anxiously trying to find out what was going on, who and how many had been killed and who had done it, reminded me of Ron listening for deaths on the wireless in Deathly Hallows. I feel stupid about associating that with a horrible real life tragedy, but I can't seem to manage to write about the subject more directly yet (I've tried; I'll try again), so I'm going by way of Harry Potter to begin with. Sometimes you just need to write something to get some feelings out, to process the grief.
So far, I think the Norwegian media and our politicians are doing a good job of keeping down fear and paranoia and promoting unity and solidarity, which is part of what this story is about. Keep calm and carry on.
( It was a rare thing when Ron spoke less on average than even Harry. Whenever it had happened in the past, it invariably meant that something was wrong, but it had never been as bad as this.Collapse )