Accio Brain!

ANNOUNCENT: Great Fandom Exodus?

2007-08-17T14:28:29Z

I know I'm not quite terribly active in fandom anymore, but I do follow along when the mood hits.

Firstly: I don't know exactly how active I'll be (many mitigating factors: work, writing an original novel, etc.), but I've made an account at InsaneJournal. I will be cross-posting work also making an archive.

Click to friend me!
(It's a community...I find this logging out and logging in from real life to fandom incredibly frustrating.)

Secondly: I did not fall off the bandwagon. I saw Order of the Phoenix the night it was released with a good friend. We even dressed up as Cho and Hermione (I was Cho, she was Hermione). It was HELL. HELL. (Not the movie.) Lost tickets, delayed viewings, movie theatre asshattery...but overall, I thought the movie was quite excellent.

Thirdly: I had Deathly Hallows preordered forever, but in a fit of terrible planning, I realised that I wouldn't be in New York for its release as I agreed to go fishing with my dad in Chesapeake Bay that day. I had Amazon ship it to my parents' house. It was a trying weekend: I arrived in Philadelphia two hours later than anticipated because I got on the wrong train and accidentally made it to Delaware and then I had to get up at 4:30 in the morning to drive down to Maryland. The book itself didn't arrive until that afternoon. Then my parents and I went out to dinner. So I didn't start reading until 9:30 but I soldiered on and finished.

I still have mixed feelings about it.

'Tis all.

MISC: Icon Love

2007-01-10T17:27:25Z

I'm in love with this icon:

Combines Firefly and Harry Potter? Hello, brilliant?

Made by phuck at last5.

FIC: The Gift of the Marauders

2006-12-24T04:54:35Z

The following were written for the Make the Yuletide Gay challenge hosted by violet_quill. I requested a buzzword, which was ornaments and the following fic appeared.

Title: The Gift of the Marauders
Rating: PG
Pairing: James/Sirius
Notes: Ripped shamelessly from O. Henry's famous story. Not exactly the fluffiest (or even really slashiest) story you will find, but being as this is me and I am incapable of writing fluff, this is the closest you'll get.

One Galleon and eighty-seven Sickles. That was all. And sixty of it all was in Knuts. Knuts saved one and two at a time by pinching small bits from the grocer down the way (he had the look of a Death Eater about him anyway) and bullying Kreacher into giving up his secret stash until his cheeks burned with the silent humiliation of disownment was necessary to survive. Blast his mother. Sirius didn’t care at all for 12 Grimmauld Place, but he did care that not a whit of the Black fortune would be coming to him, especially when he and James ate quite a lot, and seemed to be eating more every day.

Sirius sighed and looked at the money in his hand. Three times he counted it. One Galleon and eighty-seven Sickles. And tomorrow was Christmas. He at least ought to try and get something for his best mate.

He flopped down on the shabby little couch, stifling the urge to curl up and howl (in his dog form or not). Someone had once told him (maybe it was Remus?) that life was made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. Bloody hell. It just wasn’t fair. He had finally gotten the chops to stand up to his hag of a mother and leave with James but now he was living skint, scrounging about for odd jobs while he and James worked for the Order.

Sirius glanced about the flat. It was a miserable little place, with so little space that he and James practically had to sleep on top of one another (although Sirius wouldn’t have minded too terribly…it was really cold at night after all), leaky taps, and temperamental heat.

Bugger. The heat. With a dying sputter, the last of the lamps flickered and died and the whirr of the generator stopped. Fucking hell. He could feel the wind seep through the chinks in the wall and turned up the collar of his leather jacket about his ears.

The door suddenly flew open, letting in a bitter blast of frigid air.

“Hullo!”

It was Prongs, coming home at last.

“Oi,” Sirius called back.

“Happy Christmas, Padfoot!” With a whump, James dropped something at Sirius’s feet. Skittishly backing away, Sirius saw that it was a pine tree.

“Wot’s zat for?”

“Wot’s it for?” scoffed James. “It’s a Christmas tree, you dolt.”

“What?”

“A Christmas tree---“

“I know what it is, Prongs. But why?”

James shrugged. “I figure since it’s Christmas tomorrow, we might have a bit of cheer to warm us up. Some bloke down the street was selling them for two Galleons each, so I thought to myself, ‘Well Prongs, Christmas only comes once a year, so let’s have a bit of fun, aye?’”

“Two Galleons?” Sirius burst out. “Where on Earth did you get that kind of money?”

James shrugged again. “I dunno, had a bit lying about.”

“You didn’t think you might have used those two Galleons to try and pay this month’s electricity bill?”

“Is that why the flat’s all dark? Thought something was up.”

Sirius crossed his arms crossly. “James. It’s late December. It’s the day before Christmas. We have no electricity, or running water, or heat. I’m freezing my bollocks off and you thought it would be a lark to go off and buy us a tree?”

James glanced at the noble fir he was holding in his hands. “Well, I dunno, I suppose I---“

“Didn’t really think about what you were doing? Thought that me mum suddenly decided to change her mind and help us out with the rent this month? What? What was it?”

James looked slightly sheepish. “Listen, mate, I know you’re upset about your mum and all, which is why I thought that, you know, making the best of our Christmas this year would---“

“Would what? Keep us warm at night? Keep food on the table?”

“I suppose not.”

Sirius glared irritably at James, who shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet behind the tree. With a sound of exasperation, Sirius turned around stalked off angrily, unable to exchange any more words with his best friend. “I’m off to the Leaky Cauldron. At least it’s warm in there. Maybe you’ll catch me later.”

**********

A few firewhiskeys in (and all of his one Galleon and eighty-seven Sickles gone), Sirius was finally feeling a bit warmer and a bit more remorseful. He hadn’t meant to fly off on James like that; he knew that James was trying to cheer him up, especially after having been thrown out of his house. Well, he was going to make up for it, he was. Right. He’ll just…buy something for that ridiculous tree. Yeah, it’ll make Prongs’s holiday. And happy Prongs made him happy.

“I’ll be seeing you, Tom,” Sirius slurred at the barkeep, waving away the lights that were starting to leave vapour trails in his vision.

He stumbled out into the snow, staggering a little bit, but feeling quite comfortable. There. That was a gift he could give James. A crystal stag. S’was nice. Sirius tried to focus his eyes; was it just him or was it not moving? He tapped the glass on the display. Maybe enchanted ornaments went to sleep after dark.

“Oi! Get away from there, you!” The store proprietor came charging out like, well, like a stag, butting Sirius away from the shoppe with glares and threats.

“’M shorry,” Sirius said. “’M jush trying to get a gift for, for my friend.” He lost his balance a bit, making his voice catch on the word “friend.” “That, that prongsie thing, you know, the shtag ornament. S’nice pressie.”

The shopkeep glanced behind him and then eyed Sirius. “You got twenty quid?”

Quid? Sirius blinked. Since when did they decide to change the currency around?

“S’what?”

“Quid, twenty quid. Pounds, kid. You got twenty pounds on you?”

Pounds? Oh bugger, he must have gotten out on the wrong side of the Leaky Cauldron. He was in Muggle London now.

“Ummmmmmmmmmmmmno.” Sirius patted his jacket pockets sadly. “Don’t have any money right now. S’all gone. Prongs he, Prongshie, Prongshie’s gonna be mad at me.”

“Well, can’t help you there, kid.” The shopkeep turned round to go back inside, but paused in the doorway. “Listen, there’s a pawn shop up the way. Decent fellow, will keep things for you. If you have any valuables, you can sell them to him and get your friend a gift.” Sirius wasn’t sure the shopkeep was drunk, but it sounded like he stressed the word “friend” funnily.

“Okay.”

Sirius walked up the road. How he found it was a mystery, but he managed to walk into a little room covered with bits and bobs, manned by a little man covered with bits and bobs.

“Can I help you?”

“Ummmmmmmmyeah. ‘M need some money. I wanna get this nice orna, orna, ormanent for my friend as a Chrishmash pressie.”

“All right, what have you got? Give it right here on the counter, lad. Let’s have a look.”

Sirius rummaged through his pockets. He didn’t have anything, except a bar receipt and some lint. Oh wait, he had his wand. That might do.

“Here.”

The wand clattered noisily on the glass countertop. “15 inches, oak wood, with dragon heartstring, that,” Sirius said proudly. “How much is that worth?”

“What’s this?” The old man peered at the wand over his specs. After some close examination, he thrust it back at Sirius angrily. “I don’t like jokes, boy, and if this is all you have, you’d best be leaving right now.”

Sirius hung his head. He didn’t have anything else worth anything to him, not even the clothes on his back. Wait a minute. His jacket was leather. Wasn’t leather worth something to Muggles?

“How ‘bout this jacket?” Sirius shrugged off the garment and slung it before the old man.

The man peered at Sirius before taking a look at the jacket. “Pah, it’s not even vintage. Twenty pounds, tops.”

“Okay!”
The man stood flabbergasted for a moment before acuminous business sense won over. “All right, twenty quid. Here you go; have a happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas!” Sirius said merrily before tripping over the threshold back into the freezing cold.

**********

The walk home was certainly sobering. The wind had picked up and the night was bitterer than the day had been. Sirius wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up pawning his leather jacket for a ridiculous and, well, gay ornament for his best friend, but what the hell, it was almost Christmas and it would be nice to decorate that stupid tree, if only to please James.

“Hullo!” he called, pushing the door open and making his way up the stairs.

“Oi!” James called back. Sirius walked into the living room, where a fire had been lit, warming the room and creating a cozy feel against the chill of the winter night outside.

“Padfoot, what the fuck did you do with your jacket? It’s freezing out there!”

“Oh, this? Haha,” Sirius scratched his head sheepishly, suddenly feeling awkward. “Well, you see, I’m sorry about what I said earlier, James. Didn’t mean to go off on you like that. I know you meant for the best and well, this is for you,” he finished lamely, thrusting the package into James’s hands.

“What’s this?”

“Just open it. It’s a Christmas present. A bit of, um, holiday cheer and all that.”

James undid the wrapping. The flickering light of the fire reflected off the facets on the crystal stag ornament, causing it glitter brilliantly between James’s fingers.

“Um, thanks, Sirius, but what’s it for?”

“The tree, that bloody tree you were all worked up about. It’s an ornament. Go on, hang it somewhere and let’s have a happy Christmas.”

“Um, can’t quite do that, mate,” James said, glancing awkwardly at his feet.

“What? Why not? I pawned my leather jacket for that, you know.”

“Well, the tree’s there.” James jerked his head towards the fireplace where the chopped up remains of the noble fir were now serving as firewood.

Sirius stared dumbfounded at the fire, trying to figure out exactly what was going on when James laughed. It was soft and low and it made Sirius shiver a little (not from the cold). The little laugh grew into a bigger laugh and then an even bigger laugh until at last his hearty guffaws filled the room.

“Oh Padfoot,” James said, wiping away tears of laughter. His chuckles subsided into a gentle smile. “Oh Padfoot,” he murmured.

Sirius glanced at his friend, feeling little flibbertigibbets fluttering about in his stomach. Damn firewhiskey. He’ll probably be hungover Christmas Day. He didn’t dare look at James’s little smile, which caused the storm of fluttery things in his stomach to increase hundredfold. Sirius started to tremble and moved closer to the fireplace to keep warm.

In a few moments, he felt James’s arms encircle him, calming him, keeping him still. “Happy Christmas, Sirius.”

James’s voice was right at Sirius’s ear and now Sirius was beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.

“Er, happy Christmas, James.”

Or at least, that was what he meant to say, except his words were cut off mid-sentence by James’s lips pressing against his own. Sirius clung to his friend’s arms, marveling at the sweetness of the moment, after foolish sacrifices and silly mistakes had been made by both parties.

They broke the kiss with a murmur and now Sirius smiled.

“So what are we going to do when the fire burns out?” he asked James.

James grinned back.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find something.” He stepped in closer. “A very fun something.”

Sirius grinned and stripped off his shirt, figuring he wasn’t going to need it anymore.

FIN

Comments are always appreciated!

ART: Floating

2006-12-11T00:31:04Z

Title: Floating
Rating: R for nudity
Pairing: Ginny/Cho
Notes: So, this took a while to get up. A lot longer than it should have and I'm not as pleased with it. I'm still getting used to the tablet in terms of its colouring. However, hopefully this will be the first of many more fanarts to come.

What in Fucking Fuck Fuck?

2006-12-08T13:10:22Z

It's 2 degrees in New York City right now. No joke. I want to die.

This sort of weather is a little tough for this Los Angeles native to handle, you know.

ART: Coloured! Ginny and Cho!

2006-12-03T00:57:41Z

Aieeeeeeee! Much love...conartist has coloured in one of my Ginny/Cho drawings.

Go congraluate her on her beautiful colouring skills.

ART: [Insert Mass Cleanout]

2006-11-30T18:00:57Z

You know, I've come to the realization that the real world hits you in the face like a ton of bricks. And I don't necessarily mean "life outside of HP-fandom" (although it certainly encompasses it); more to the point, I mean "life outside of school." Or really "financial independence from your parents now that you have graduated from university and trying to keep abreast of flying legal agreements in your first corporate job."

My daily schedule looks something like this:

7:30am Wrench self out of bed and try to find variations on the same dress-shirt-and-black-pencil-skirt combo have worn for three months.
8:00am Wish that just for once you want to wear something with more personality. Decide between the 50s floofy black skirt with cute cardigan and semi-ironic pearls or the 60s-mod outfit with thin silvery jewelry and white-and-black houndstooth jacket. Still in disbelief that argyle is too casual for the office.
8:30am Have calming cigarette with roommate (also in corporate legal assistant job) outside before catching subway.
8:50am Arrive in office. Have cup of tea, possibly balance bar for breakfast. Lurk in fandom, read Overheard in New York, The New York Times, and CNN.
9:00am to 8:00pm Frantically juggle five different client-matters simultaneously, edit agreements, compile signatures, distribute closing sets, and decipher what foreign clients have to say for 11 hours. Do not eat lunch, but maybe munch on another balance bar or other assorted 100 Calorie snack-packs.
8:30pm to 10:30pm Have two hour detox at gym.
10:45pm Glance around pitifully at refrigerator filled with condiments and beer. Peer hopefully into cupboards with two very old boxes of pasta. Contemplate ordering takeout. Decide it's too much effort. Eat another balance bar.
11:00pm Have shower.
11:15pm Lurk online some more until pass out.

So, looking back, it came as a slight shock to me that it has been TEN months since I last posted anything in this journal and probably a year or more since I've posted anything substantive. And now I think I know why. (Even as I type, I'm filing signatures at the same time.)

Sometimes I think I cheated myself out of an extra year of fandom fun by graduating from NYU early. But most times I think of the astounding ineptitude of NYU's bureaucracy and sigh with relief.

But anyway, in a sort-of-but-maybe-not-really symbolic rebirth (or really just snatching bits of sanity time and scribbing drabbles and doodling drawbles on the side), I am re-posting all my old art. In the near future, expect to see more...something.

I have a tablet now anyhow and I'm itching to use it for fanart.

Massive re-post! This was back in my obsessive femmeslash + Cho phase (to which I am swinging back).

Title: Assorted Ginny/Cho drawings
Rating: From PG to very hard R
Comments: I like Cho. Except in canon.

Title: Assorted Cho/Fleur
Rating: Mostly R
Comments: Seriously, prettiest couple ever.

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Title: Crush Me
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: Strong R
Comments: This started out as a doodle of curly hair. No really.

Title: Quidditch Bitches
Characters: Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson
Rating: G
Comments: Nothing, except this may be the first time I have successfully drawn a character of African descent.

Title: Het, You?
Pairing: Fred/Cho
Rating: G
Comments: Done for an RPG I was in...oh dear Lord...back in 2002.

Title: Assorted Cho drawings
Rating: From G to R
Comments: Wow, I am awful Cho-aholic.

Title: Slytherin Pride
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Millicent Bulstrode, Blaise Zabini
Rating: G
Comments: Also done for that RPG back in 2002 before we found out what Blaise looked like.

Title: Ravenclaw Pride
Characters: Lisa Turpin, Cho Chang, Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst
Rating: G
Comments: Also done for that RPG back in 2002.

Whoo! Finis.

I Lurk at Thee.

2006-11-30T07:11:55Z

Poke poke.

I lurk.

And plan my return.

Colour Me!

2006-02-28T17:08:58Z

Oi, have been on HP hiatus for FAR TOO LONG. This is what studying abroad in London and being in your last semester of university does to you.

Because time is limited, I've decided that in lieu of any new artwork, I'm going to offer some old lineart to be coloured, because, hey I'm lazy and don't own a tablet, so colouring with a mouse is a pain in the wrist.

Title: Blue
Characters: Fleur/Cho
Rating: R (for some boobies)
Notes: Um, it was originally titled "Blue" because I coloured it with blue, but as this is lineart, it has no colour, so feel free to choose to rename this however you want!

Title: Grudgefuck?
Characters: Snape/Lupin
Rating: PG-13 (nothing racy, just...sexual tension and some naked shoulders because I can't be bothered with clothes.)

Title: Special Needs
Characters: young Sirius Black
Rating: NC-17 (for wanking)
Notes: I meant to colour this, but just never finished, so anyone who wants to give this a go has my wholehearted approval.

Title: Sirius, James, and Remus
Characters: Marauders-era Sirius, James, and Remus
Rating: G
Notes: Also meant to colour this on the computer, but I was lacking a mouse at the time and colouring with a touchpad is a BITCH. Thus I coloured it with natural media, but I scanned just the lineart, if anyone wants to try colouring it.

P.S. New layout.

Muahahahaha.

2005-12-06T10:04:35Z

It tickles me thoroughly to hear my English professor talk about AU HP fic.

Remus Lupin
You are looking for someone sweet, intelligent, and
understanding. Although he may have big
troubles to overcome, with you by his side this
wolfman will at least have a non-judgmental,
loving romance.

Who is your Harry Potter love match? (for girls)
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ABOUT YOU
1) Name: JJ
2) Age: 20
3) Which Harry Potter character are you most similar to? Um...most likely Harry. I think also Remus, with a smidgeon of Hermione thrown in. I probably look the most like Cho.
4) Which character would most likely be your enemy? Er...none of the Hogwarts students at Harry's time that I could see, but if I were a Marauder, Peter Pettigrew's insipid clinginess would drive me insane, as would Moaning Myrtle's incessant crying.
5) If you were sorted, in which house would you belong? (NOT which house you want to be in, but which your personality fits best!) Ravenclaw. I think I could be a weird sort of Gryffindor/Ravenclaw mix (I'm often stupidly ~~reckless~~ brave), although if I could be ~~evil~~ ambitious enough, I'd love to be Slytherin.

THE BOOKS
6) How were you introduced to Harry Potter? My mother handed me Philosopher's Stone when I was thirteen. Dear god, have I been an HP fangirl for SEVEN YEARS?
7) Have you read all of the Harry Potter books? But of course.
8) How long have you liked Harry Potter? As I've said...SEVEN YEARS OMG.
9) How many times have you read each of the books? I've read Prisoner of Azkaban countless times as it's my favourite, and if we go by descending number of times read, it would be followed by Philosopher's Stone, Goblet of Fire (meh), Chamber of Secrets (my least favourite, but it's only above the others because it's been out longer), Order of the Phoenix (twice), and Half-Blood Prince (once, but I need to reread it).
10) Which is your favourite book? Prisoner of Azkaban by far. I enjoy Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince, but I enjoy them on a different level than PoA. I'm not sure why.
11) Which versions do you own? I'm a stupid American. Therefore I own the stupid American editions that change book titles, but have fantastic artwork.
12) Do you own Quidditch Through the Ages, Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, &/or The Magical Worlds of Harry Potter? Nope.
13) Do you think the books can be improved in any way? Absolutely. However, I won't go there. Like how I believe JKR does not have the ability to write well-rounded characters who act in believable manners. Or like how she's not a writer of literature; she's a writer of sensationalist and clever serials. However, her world is irresistable nonetheless and I find that I'd rather read fanfic about her universe than JKR's work itself.
14) Favourite chapter? (all books) WTF?
15) What theories/predictions do you have about the last book? Um, the obvious: Snape is not evil.

CHARACTERS
16) Who is your favourite professor? REMUS LUPIN, REMUS LUPIN, REMUS LUPIN!!!
17) Who is your favourite student? Harry. Duh.
18) Who is your favourite minor character? Bill Weasley.
19) Who is your least favourite professor? Being a lemming, I'd have to say Umbridge.
20) Who is your least favourite student? Ron. Sorry. I don't really have anything against him, but he just bothers me. A lot, actually. No Roonil Wazlib for me, thanks.
21) Who is your least favourite minor character? Hagrid. Same as Ron; I don't have anything against him in particular. I just dislike him.
22) What is your favourite beast? Um...I don't have one. I like fuzzy, furry things, so probably Crookshanks.
23) Favourite quotes? "Can I see Uranus, Lavendar?" (Despite my dislike, or rather, indifference to Ron, this line was BRILLIANT.)

THE MOVIES
24) How do you feel about Harry Potter being made into movies? I love them, actually, although Emma Watson makes my eyes hurt.
25) Have you seen the movies? Damn right, I have.
26) What did you think about the movies? The first two SUCKED, but Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire were great.
27) Are you planning on seeing the rest of the movies? Hell yes.
28) What do you think should be changed about the movies? Better directors. More sex. More emotion. In essence, more three-dimensionality to inherently two-dimensional characters. Yes, I ask for the impossible.
29) Is there anything you hate/extremely dislike about any of them? EMMA WATSON. I think she's beautiful (she's going to amazingly hot when she's legal, I'll admit it), but SHE CAN'T ACT. She's improved significantly, however.

FANDOM
30) Do you like fanfiction? I prefer it to JKR's books, actually.
31) Do you read fanfiction? Not nearly as much as I used to, but I go back to my favourite stories again and again from time to time.
32) Do you write any fanfiction? Yes, but again, not nearly as much as I used to.
33) Do you like fanart? I ADORE FANART.
34) Do you do any fanart? Yes, quite frequently in fact, but I DON'T HAVE A SCANNER in London, therefore I can't post. :(

And goddammit, I'm equally Harry and Dumbledore, why couldn't I have gotten a picture of Harry?

You scored as Albus Dumbledore. Strong and powerful you admirably defend your world and your charges against those who would seek to harm them. However sometimes you can fail to do what you must because you care too much to cause suffering.

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Albus Dumbledore

80%

Harry Potter

80%

Severus Snape

65%

Hermione Granger

65%

Sirius Black

65%

Remus Lupin

65%

Draco Malfoy

65%

Ginny Weasley

40%

Lord Voldemort

40%

Ron Weasley

40%

Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
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Right-o!

2005-12-05T12:09:41Z

So London isn't as conducive to HP-fangirling as I thought.

Possibly because I:

Don't have a scanner

Don't have a life outside papers (10,500 words to write in the next two weeks OMFG)

Have fallen ridiculously and utterly in love with someone who consumes all my waking hours

Okay, half of the previous statement is not true

However, Teh Boyfriend/Teddy Bear and I saw HPGOF when it came out. (Why are movies so goddamn expensive in London? T_T)

Points of note:

Yes, Daniel Radcliffe is still pretty

Weasley twins still hot

CEDRIC HOLY SHIT WOW SHO PRETTEH

I have many things to say about Cho, but will do at another date when I get Pantalaimon back. Stupid computer insists on breaking down when I have so many things to write for class.

Not an Art Post, Sorry.

2005-08-25T05:55:06Z

Oh dear god, I'm heading to London in five days. I'm so fucking excited. I plan to do a helluva lot of stalking of Daniel Radcliffe while I'm there. Mostly assuredly I'm going to bust my ass to get to the Goblet of Fire premiere. [/scary fangirl]

Right, so I've been obsessed with the Libertines lately and since everything comes back to both Velvet Goldmine and the Marauders, does anyone else see shades of James Potter/Brian Slade and Sirius Black/Curt Wild in Pete Doherty and Carl Barât, or is it just me?

ART: Young Remus and Together. Also, SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER. SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER. (I wish.)

2005-08-06T11:06:05Z

ONE MORE FINAL TO GO. THEN I AM DONE WITH SUMMER SCHOOL.

What on earth possessed me to think that I could perform well in FOUR summer classes? Oi, packing's a semester's worth of material into a six week period is defintely hard on the brain. The fact that I'm still to string together coherent sentences after my Milton final amazes me. My Milton final comprised of 119 short answer objective questions.

Let me reiterate that:

ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN FUCKING SHORT ANSWER OBJECTIVE QUESTIONS. To be completed in 90 minutes. Not fill in the blanks, not multiple choice, not true/false. SHORT ANSWER OMFG.

Anyway, instead of studying for exams or even paying attention in class, I was, of course, doodling.

Title: Young Remus
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Notes: This is just a doodle, so no colour, no extensive shading. Also, one of these days I'm going to find a scanner that doesn't sux0rs.

Title: Together
Rating: Well, PG-13 for "thematic content" as the MPAA system would go, but it's really just PG as there's no naughty bits showing, or even semi-naughty bits.
Pairing: Sirius/James
Notes: I actually didn't use a photo reference for their bodies, which is why it looks slightly skewed.

In other news, I'm watching sirius_loving with great anticipation.

Also, have changed the userinfo around a bit.

HBP.

2005-07-19T16:44:59Z

Having finally finished midterms, I allowed myself the luxury of finishing Half-Blood Prince yesterday.

First of all:

OMGWTFBBQ.

Secondly, Harry is HOTTER THAN EVER in this book. ♥ Harry

Thirdly, Remus is hotter than ever in this book. ♥ Remus

And fourthly, BILL IS TEH SEX.

I have more constructive criticism, but I'm going to sit back and let this one sink in first.

ART: Clandestine (Also, OMG HBP WTF.)

2005-07-15T11:04:39Z

Life is cruel when your pre-ordered Half-Blood Prince is nearly in your hands and you won't be able to read it due to midterms. WAAH.

Anyway, to console myself, I'm going to post some artwork and some photomanips.

Title: Clandestine
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Snape/hand. Hehehehehehehehe.
Notes: This pic was originally supposed to accompany a fic that I'm wrote but never finished in time for the Pornish Pixies fantasy fest because UCLA IS A BITCH. Anyway, once I have more time, I'll write the fic. Anyway, dedicated to my one and only monkey wrench blue_raven.

And then we have some photomanips I did on Photoshop to turn Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale) from Velvet Goldmine into Marauders-era Remus. W00T.

ART: Punk!Jack Kelly, Pirate!Ewan, and CrackArt

2005-06-24T05:21:53Z

I blame sleepontheroof and the_beets entirely for these. They infected me with art bunnies and I had to get some of these drawbles out.

Title: Punk!Jack Kelly
Rating: G
Fandom: Newsies
Notes: The idea was: what if Jack Kelly lived in the 1970s instead of 1899 and the result was this.

Title: Pirate!Ewan
Rating: G
Fandom(s): pirates/Ewan McGregor
Notes: Oh god, this one is Allison's fault. She expressed a wish of perhaps seeing Ewan in pirate gear and now he looks like the spontaneous lovechild of Jack Sparrow and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Title: Jack and Arthur Ride the Loooooooooove Train
Rating: Um...G
Fandom(s}: Christian Bale, Newsies/Velvet Goldmine
Notes: Is there the art equivalent of crackfic? Oh man. My friend and I were discussing the possibilities of slashing two Christian Bale characters together and somehow we ended up with Arthur Stuart and Jack Kelly, which would necessitate bringing Jack into the 20th century, where he would be a punk follower. This is so the product of crack.

Tablet.

2005-06-23T20:56:09Z

I have a question for those with tablets: what are the pros and cons of getting one? I'm interested in colouring things digitally that don't involve mouses (mice?) and will possibly get one in the future. So...anyone...tablets? Good? Bad? Indifferent?

Back!

2005-06-23T04:09:26Z

I'm gone for a few days and already I'm askeerd of my friendslist. ::eyes f'list warily::

Off in search of more crackfic.

LAYOUT: Remus is Sexy.

2005-06-18T08:22:12Z

My new Remus layout is sexy.

Hmmm, must be getting up at 4am (or 2.5 hours) for a flight to Florida. Is it worth sleeping or no?

ICONS: Glam Marauders

2005-06-16T19:42:28Z

First off, I would like to wish everyone a very happy Bloomsday. Go out and wander the streets! Run into old flames! Masturbate to a hot person on the beach! Lay in bed all day and think about sex! [/Joycean literature slut]

Secondly, I made a few Marauders-era icons last night using screencaps from Velvet Goldmine.

1) 2) 3)

The rest are below the cut:

1) 2) 3)
4) 5) 6)
7) 8)

If you take any, please credit to sexyharryspecs. Thanks.

LAYOUT: Retro-tastic!

2005-06-16T03:20:02Z

I am very, very proud to say that I FINALLY have my new layout up at Baby's On Fire (hosted by the lovely __hibiscus):

V.2 Teenage Rampage

It's retro-tastic!

ART: Can't Stand Me Now

2005-06-13T21:18:41Z

More art! I'm on a roll today.

Title: Can't Stand Me Now
Characters: Peter, Sirius, Remus, and James (Marauders-era)
Rating: G
Notes: If the Marauders remind you of a certain picture of the Libertines, then you are very, very astute, my friend. This is the first time I've ever drawn Peter (because I tend to forget he's a Marauder). Unlike my picture of Sirius, I couldn't be arsed to completely shade everything. Oh well. This is a "sketch."

P.S. OMFG, Michael Jackson just got off with a "not-guilty" on all charges. Oh. Em. Eff. Gee.

ART: Sirius at the Three Broomsticks

2005-06-13T17:06:57Z

First of all, I would like to thank everyone who responded to my last post. You all truly made my day better with your well-wishes and the recs were fantastic. However, if any of you would like to make art/write fic for me, that's still an option! ;)

I had a dream in which a Hollywood agent came to me and told me I needed to lose anywhere from five to twenty pounds. Argh. First my knee doctor and now my subconscious is punishing me. Wah. How exactly am I supposed to lose weight when I can't exercise with a bum knee?

There was an earthquake in LA yesterday. Still anticipating (looking forward to?) the BIG ONE. [/earthquake fanatic]

Title: 1974: Sirius at the Three Broomsticks
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Notes: I rather like the "unfinished" version as well, which is here. This is a "snapshot" of Sirius, taken by Remus or James on a Hogsmeade outing.

REQUEST: Fic for the Invalid.

2005-06-13T00:32:27Z

I don't know if many people read this journal or if you're at all inclined to help me but here's the situation.

In December 2004, I had a very severe skiing accident in which I fell over 1000 feet and badly dislocated my knee, so badly that there was a definite possibility of amputation. Fortuntely, my leg wasn't taken, but I had to have major reconstructive surgery done on my knee. I'm now five months post-operation and I haven't yet regained my full range of motion. The doctor told me last week that I will probably never again have a "normal" knee. I've been good about coping with this until now, but I've been rather depressed during my entire convalescence because I will probably never be able to run or dance or jump or even wear heels again.

I'm requesting distraction. Period. Art, fic, etc. Anything. I am especially partial to crackfic. I love James/Sirius, Cho-fic, Snupin, big-bang-esque Harry/Draco, post-Hogwarts Harry/Hermione, but really, anything works. Just...distract me. Please.

ART: James Potter, Tongue-in-Cheek, Remus Lupin

2005-06-09T01:09:28Z

OMG, there is a frickin' TWELVE-YEAR-OLD with a crush on me. I am incredibly disturbed. This is just karma, I'm convinced. For me having a crush on Daniel Radcliffe, the universe is punishing me. Okay, in my defense, Daniel Radcliffe is only four years younger than me. Okay, so he's underage and I'm nineteen but STILL. Twelve-year-old. Ew. EWewewewEWewewEW.

Right, so now that's out of my system, on to the artwork!

Title: James Potter
Rating: G
Character: James Potter
Notes: A general portrait of James. I hate it when I colour things. I always think I ruin them. Anyway, the lineart is here if anyone wants to look at it, because I always think things look better BEFORE I colour them. I love how James is all arrogant here, like, "Oh yeah, you know you want this." Me finding arrogance attractive is going to be a problem, I just KNOW it. Don't mind the blue-ish hair, it's just that I don't like black hair to be just plain black because then it lacks depth. And no, I never intended it to turn out Maxwell Demon-ish.

Title: Tongue-in-Cheek
Rating: G
Character: Sirius Black
Notes: A general portrait of Sirius. I love Sirius. SO MUCH. Lineart here.

Title: Remus Lupin
Rating: G
Character: Remus Lupin
Notes: A general portrait of Remus. Don't notice the fact that his eyes seem slightly uneven. Lineart here.