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Well, the title pretty much says it all - once again I'll probably be too busy to make any kind of intelligent or significant LJ post, so this is my way to wish you all Merry Chrismas and don't forget to give your loved ones things money can't buy! :)

Hugs, good people, thanks for making my life a little rosier when I need it most! :)

Well, the title pretty much says it all! Let's not forget who made it all happen and gave - quite a nice - face to the character everyone would have otherwise loved to hate. :)
Oh, yeah - and it's also Frodo's and Bilbo's b-day, so that's a happy co-incidence. :)
And since I obviously decided to make this post full of mixed bullshit, here's an article for all of those using MPreg in your fics - I'm not one of those, because I'm a bit too much of an anthropologist to go with this - but this is a definitely more believable alternative that might soon become reality for Muggle gay people as well :):
http://www.explorestemcells.co.uk/stem-cells-same-sex-reproduction.html

It's a bit technically written, but the gist of it is - it's being explored and it will sooner or later be available. Ha!
Erm... let's see - is there more gibberish I can put into this... Nope, nothing comes to mind. :)
Sorry to have bothered you - I'm kind of waiting for a signature from my superior and I can't proceede without it, so it seems I might start posting lots of bullshit, if the man doesn't start doing his job. :)

I've got my car back, yey! And it only costed about 130 EUR and I almost kissed the silly ugly beast when it roared to life again.:)
And cause I'm happy - I thought I'd make you smile as well:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/rossalynwarren/british-men-in-shorts-are-so-splendid?bffbuk
It sure made me LOL - and the women on the pictures don't look too depressed either. :)
Oh, and while we're at it - I'll take that blond one gift-wrapped and delivered first thing in the morning, thank you very much. ;) And if they put a ginger on next time, I just might pick him up myself.:D <- silly me is being silly

Wow, that Pottermore article sure produced some heavy black smoke! I thought my Twitter page was going to catch fire with the speed of the new update on the Potter & co. rolling in! :P
I had to see that, so I dug out my ancient Pottermore username and I went to read it - and I really like the evil style it's written in.:) There's not much new info and what there is it's written through the eyes of the "lovely" Skeeter woman, so it's not exactly the Bible, but it was fun to read nevertheless.
Aaaand while I was at the site, I noticed that I never did the sorting there, so I said to myself - oh, to hell with it, why not, god knows when I'll wander out here again. I did one sorting once already, but not on this page and back then I got sorted as Gryffindor, which I found very suspicious, because I had the same amount of points for Hufflepuff house, but the wacky site insisted I was part of the red-and-gold lot, so I eventually came to accept it. I wouldn't mind being a Hufflepuff, actually, courage is not really a personal trait I admire, but being able to work hard definitely tells a lot about someone's character.
So - I went into sorting fully convinced that the "official" site will be able to rectify the mistake and put me in the Hufflepuff house at long last. Like hell it did.
Slytherin here, apparently. :P I don't even know how to comment that. I should have suspected a snake-pit ahead when another "which HP character are you?" quiz pointed out that I was a bit crazy and that I'm definitely alike Bellatrix Lestrange. Right. Erm... The harmless ol' me? Honestly... ;)
It's a good thing, really, that I don't take it too seriously. :) (My secret identity is definitely one of a house-elf. We have a different kind of magic. Or possibly a thestral. It is impossible to see me for who I am without knowing some destruction.).
Aaaanyway, tonight we see who will play Dutch in the finals ;) <-- how's that for confidence! - and my sons' Messi and Neymar jerseys are mysteriously getting washed so the little traitors can cheer for whomever the hell they want - but they'll do it in orange clothes, like all good Dutch half-lings.;) Aaaand I'm definitely suffering through another game with hideous orange earrings tomorrow, so there's no way in hell the Dutch won't make it to the finals after a sacrifice like that. Throw a virgin in the flames, I don't care, you've still got nothing on me and my dread-inspiring earrings, that's how god-awful they are!:) Did I mention I promised to wear them to work if the Dutch win the finals? And I will - I just might remove the little cardboard pieces with a Dutch flag on them first. Hawaii looking orange plastic flowers are quite vomit-inspiring enough, thank you very much!;)
And - heading sideways again - I'm finally busy writing the last fic I still have unfinished. And I'm cursing with it profusely enough to make the crowd of the Exorcist movie blush, because the damn thing is confusing me out of my tiny brain. After I wrote 150 pages of it, I let it chill for almost 2 years and I have no idea where it was headed back then - so now I'll have to invent a whole new course of the story if I want to wrap it up. Hopefully it will not end up being complete and utter crap, but it's likely. Oh, well, it's not like my other work shines in the dark, does it? :) It'll be just another quiet disaster and let's hope it can merge to the background of my other piss-poor stories and fall forgotten pronto. But I will finish it, just because I'm a mean bitch, who just doesn't give up - and a Slytherin at that, apparently - and I hate loose ends. Even disaster has to come to an end once - and this one will. ;)
Oh, yeah - a gypsy stopped me today in front of the shop and offered to read my hand (mother of god, who still does that?!) and when I tried telling her I don't care about her Sybill Trelawney vudu, she said: Think of one wish and I'll read your palm about it - and I barely stopped myself from saying: Oh, how are my prospects of getting Rupert Grint gift-wrapped doing today? ;) Seriously?! :) In the end I just showed her my completely happily empty wallet and offered to give her the 1 cent coin I dug out and I think she felt sorry for me, cause she told me to keep it. So I shop with cards. And I'm broke. How splendid is your life? ;) :)
Yep, that's it for this edition of pouring my heart out - stay safe and whatever you do, wear orange tomorrow! ;)

I wonder if this works - I wish I wasn't such a Forest Gump with technology, but there you go - my friend praevarus is hosting this really cool fest which absolutely deserves your attention, so go jump at it. :)



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(I won't blame any company who doesn't hire me for their PR). :)

... cute:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/krystieyandoli/i-mark-the-hours-every-one-nor-have-i-yet-outrun-the-sun

Marriage is not on my "1 million things to do before you die" list, but I support everyone who wants to do it. And these two just seemed to have put a lot of thought in theirs, so why not? Be different, hell, yeah! :)

Uh, I don't know how the fandom is with believers and all, but I guess those eggs and ham taste yummy whether you are one or not. :)
So - HAPPY EASTER, fandom! or - for a select few friends of mine that know I have "special" language skills: VROLIJK PASEN! :) <-- Dear god, I hope I didn't just wish you guys happy passing (into an early grave, or something, yeah, those "special language skills" are dubious at best! :))

We actually managed to colour eggs this year, rather than children (case of previous years where they tattooed themselves with colours so extremely it took a lot of scrubbing to make them presentable!) and tomorrow it's presents time - we have a habit here of kids running around the house, looking for small treats you took a lot of effort hiding. Last year we forgot one only to discover a very misshapen and frozen chocolate bunny at Christmas. ;)
So yeah, fun ahead!

Ups, it seems as if one of my fic really stroke a cord with one of the readers. :) They (he/she, most likely the latter) left me a comment - two, even! - that sort of scolds me how on earth could Ron ever cheat on Harry. Oh, my Ron is no angel.
He's a cheating bastard in almost all my fics. Because, in reality, as much as I love the character - and I do, with and because of all his faults - I believe Ron probably would have been an easy prey to temptation (especially if it was based on near-worship by someone who always acted superior), because of his insecurities.
He married Hermione, someone he sees as superior in intellect and morals and whatnot (and who is not afraid to lecture him at every possible occasion) - and his best friend is a living legend. I think he'd still be starved to get a feeling of self-worth where ever he could find it - and who better than Draco Malfoy, someone who's known to want nothing but the best, someone who knows how to get to him, kick him where it hurts - and kiss him when he needs it most, at least in my imagination.:) If someone who's shown you nothing but contempt, suddenly bows to you - how would that makes you feel? In Ron's shoes? Ron's far from perfect, that's what makes him Ron. And he betrayed Harry's trust, abandoned him before, simply on the account of those insecurities. Twice.
The fic that got the comment - In the shadow of your love - is not about being fair to anyone, it's about sometimes not being able to make a decision solely upon what is the right thing - but on who you are as much as you'd like to fight it. In life - real people inevitably stray. In the same fic, Harry is cheating on Ginny - how's that right? And Ron is already cheating on another dear friend of his with Harry - his wife. When he's with Draco, initially, it doesn't even qualify as cheating because he doesn't attach feelings to his, erm, more carnal desires. He might as well be using Draco for all it's worth to him (though, admittedly, Harry would see it with different eyes). It's consensual, Draco clearly craves it and Ron puts no weight on it. Yet. This fic will get infinitely more complicated when he starts to. And he will, that much is already written, though the work is not finished yet. And Ron will not be the only one who changes, Harry will, too.
I'm sorry, but I can't - and I won't - write characters (even if I'm ruining someone's  favourite ones) sterile and lifeless, when there's so much more to them than their qualities.
Admittedly, Ron is a bit of an asshole. That's what makes him my favourite character - he might as well step out of the book and into the real life, because he's so realistic, he's almost 3D. You can't claim that his loyalty to Harry is his redeeming quality, because it's not him who stood by his side the whole time, it's Hermione. As soon as Harry bumps into one of Ron's complexes too hard, Ron betrays his trust. He's vulnerable this way. And yet - it's Ron Harry wants in this fic, not Hermione or someone else, for that matter. Ron. Because he can't help it. You are shaped by life into a mixture of impulses and desires that sometimes have no logical explanation, no good healthy reasoning behind them. That doesn't make them any less real and any less worthy of pursuit, as unhealthy as that might turn out to be. With Harry at his side, one could say Ron has everything he ever wanted. And yet he's pulled to Draco, because of who he is, because he craves recognition, he can't help soaking up admiration and because Draco gives him one thing Harry can't: the feeling he's equal. No matter what their relationship is like, Ron was always going to be submissive to Harry, because that's just the way he loves and admires him. But perhaps, just perhaps, he wants to feel dominant or at least equal to someone - and I think that could be a big psychological drive behind his promiscuous behaviour. He's looking for confirmation - but get caught in something entirely different in the end. Feelings he didn't know were there.
Let's see where this fic takes us,it's not an easy one to write.:)
It's clear that whoever wrote the comment was slightly ticked off with me, but frankly, don't mind the feedback in whatever form it comes, it makes me re-consider and re-establish the reasoning behind my writing. :)

I just kind of can't help smiling from ear to ear right now. I went to put my kids to bed and ended up falling asleep with the little one accidentally for an hour, while my BF was making a cake for my first-born - he does that traditionally and he's made quite a few masterpieces so far.
So when I finally wander downstairs, all dazed and sleep-grumpy, he makes me close my eyes and ta-tam - presents me with that:

Besides the lego-themed cake for my son's b-day, he made me my own tiny personalized cake.:D *is blushing*
Now, how silly-pretty/corny-sweet is that?! It just made me smile and frankly, it made my evening. :) He doesn't show his affection very often, so when he does, it's so much more appreciated. I guess after 13 years, 2 kids, 10 extra kilos and all what goes with it - that's not bad, not bad at all. :)
Thank you, baby, you're my prize.:) (*turn away, people, some very corny affection-demonstration ensues*)

Uhhhhh... just one of those days when you clap your hands together and say: OK, bring me a rope and point me to a nearest tree. If I had one like that left to the end of my days, I'd just say: fuck it, bring in the undertaker, I can't be bothered with this shit anymore.
First I had to run around doctors, because of my stupid eyesight is so poor they won't give me a driver's licence for more than 5 years - I honestly couldn't see half of the stuff in the second line already - well, let's leave it aside that if they actually saw me drive, I think they would have revoked the one I have. My colleague described my driving style as "a getaway driver". Kind of like the Taxi movies. Yeah, 's all good if you car doesn't happen to be lit up like a fucking Christmas tree with all the lights indicating what's wrong with it. My Harry Potter test (Which HP character are you?) pointed me out as Bellatrix Lestrange and the description ended:"... also, you're a little crazy." Erm, thanks. I suppose they were right, not everyone drives 150 km every bloody day with a clearly faulty car. Fuck it, I'll probably die of pneumonia in the end. :P
So - my Bellatix-ian attitude swooshed out at the doctor today, where they kept on ignoring me - and when they weren't ignoring me, they were sending me from one door to the other to wait in front - no one actually open any door to let me in - and there was another young mom with kids there in the same situation, all nervous, because she had to go to work. So when another person, who came after me (mind you, I had an appointment!), was let through the door, I saw red. Literally. I'm rarely this rude. I wouldn't let the door close and I just burst in and gave them a piece of my mind. Loudly. I don't give three flying fucks about their excuses - that they're understaffed - don't you go and solve those problems on my back, talk to the management. Or I will. And being understaffed is no reason to be disorganized - how much does it cost to make goddamn cardboard numbers for people to take, so you know who's turn it is? My 4 year-old could do that for them, no charge! And of course, cause I yelled the loudest, I was treated with speed and respect. It's that what it takes? :(
Then there was another doctor, another hour of pointless waiting - with appointment again, how poorly organized can they be!? - which was so bizarre in the end that an old lady went to ask at the reception desk if they even work. Spending some quality time with my kids during their holidays, huh? :P
So when I was done, I went to the shop to buy my boyfriend some fruit and whole-grain bread, because he started with fitness and he was running short on his health-food supplies - and I'm trying to be supportive. And instead of a thank you, I get "I can buy my own food, you know". So my world really went to shit.
What.A.Fucking.Asshole. I knew I should have stayed single. If I can't have love, I will have respect, you daft dork and I'm waiting for the kids to go to bed to tell you that! If you can buy your own food, perhaps you can also pay your share of the fucking bills so we don't have to pay more when we get a notice. And why the fuck can't you learn a language of the country you've been living in for the past 13 years, so I'm stuck with calling all the installers and drillers and whatnotshits when you want to find out something!? Is it too much to expect at least some manners, some kindness one hopes to find in their own home, not this fucking snobbish attitude you stink with!? Yeah, I'm a right bitch tonight and I should not be around people. Burn world, burn.
And then he knows he fucked up and walks around me like on the egg-shells. Well, grow some fucking balls and apologize, you fucking rag or I will breathe malice down your neck for days to come! I'm not the world's most vindictive person, but when I get hurt, my defense mechanism turns me into a right monster. I'm not the crying type, sometimes I wish I was - but I'm completely able to nurture my "fuck off" attitude for days..Make that weeks. Easy.
Perhaps one would think I'm over-reacting, but those people don't get to live my life and they don't see the full picture. I know I'm being treated wrong and this is just one event in the long string of neglect and just plain "wrong". I was tired and out of spirits today, so he stepped on a land-mine. Perhaps he should think better who he tries to walk over.