How to avoid updating...
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skoosiepantsOkay. I'm still working on LHS eight. Don't worry. But I had some fun archiving it on my website. Also, there are a few updates... Three-quarter Time is up there, as well as Rivalry and The Commune Love Story.
But check out my neato keen Long-hidden Skies archive. I'm planning on doing the same thing to all my fics, but I want to find proper art to go with them. Like Stranded.
Oh, the funness of websites! I'm working on updating my ficrec list, too. Maybe next week, when I have the entire glorious week off!
Since I wasted so much valuable writing time updating my website, here's a bit of raw LHS eight.
He gave her a mild, ‘are you stupid?’ sneer. “It’s the roast, Weasley; we already went over this.”
Well, no. They really hadn’t. She blinked. “You’re boiling the roast?” Malfoy mumbled something intelligible and Ginny leaned forward. “What?”
“I said,” he bit out tightly, “that the spell was too strong, and the damn thing caught on fire.”
Ginny then noticed the black scorch marks on her countertop and she slid her eyes from the charring to the stove and then back before once again focusing her attention on the blond. “So you threw it in the pot. When it… caught on fire.” She was trying very, very hard not to laugh.
“I’m afraid the rice will taste a bit like burnt cow.”
His frown of concentration was entirely too serious when he turned back to the stove, and Ginny dropped down into a kitchen chair, covering her mouth with a hand, and letting out a soft chuckle. And then her fingers slipped from her face and her shoulders started shaking and the laughter that spilled out of her was loud and harsh and so powerful she thought she’d start choking. But tears sprang to her eyes and she bent over, folding her arms on the table and burying her face in them, hardly able to breath.
“It’s not that funny,” Malfoy said, affronted.
It wasn’t, really, except it was. Because it was Malfoy and Ginny knew he wasn’t perfect but she didn’t know it, and he’d battled a roast and lost. Somehow, that was the most hysterical thing she’d heard of in a good long while.
Some comic relief in an otherwise serious chapter.
But check out my neato keen Long-hidden Skies archive. I'm planning on doing the same thing to all my fics, but I want to find proper art to go with them. Like Stranded.
Oh, the funness of websites! I'm working on updating my ficrec list, too. Maybe next week, when I have the entire glorious week off!
Since I wasted so much valuable writing time updating my website, here's a bit of raw LHS eight.
He gave her a mild, ‘are you stupid?’ sneer. “It’s the roast, Weasley; we already went over this.”
Well, no. They really hadn’t. She blinked. “You’re boiling the roast?” Malfoy mumbled something intelligible and Ginny leaned forward. “What?”
“I said,” he bit out tightly, “that the spell was too strong, and the damn thing caught on fire.”
Ginny then noticed the black scorch marks on her countertop and she slid her eyes from the charring to the stove and then back before once again focusing her attention on the blond. “So you threw it in the pot. When it… caught on fire.” She was trying very, very hard not to laugh.
“I’m afraid the rice will taste a bit like burnt cow.”
His frown of concentration was entirely too serious when he turned back to the stove, and Ginny dropped down into a kitchen chair, covering her mouth with a hand, and letting out a soft chuckle. And then her fingers slipped from her face and her shoulders started shaking and the laughter that spilled out of her was loud and harsh and so powerful she thought she’d start choking. But tears sprang to her eyes and she bent over, folding her arms on the table and burying her face in them, hardly able to breath.
“It’s not that funny,” Malfoy said, affronted.
It wasn’t, really, except it was. Because it was Malfoy and Ginny knew he wasn’t perfect but she didn’t know it, and he’d battled a roast and lost. Somehow, that was the most hysterical thing she’d heard of in a good long while.
Some comic relief in an otherwise serious chapter.
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Date: 2004-12-20 12:01 pm (UTC)Poor Ginny is in hysterics, eh? I liked that little snippet. Can we expect an update anytime soon? *inquisitive look* I've waited so long for an update *pouts* Don't let me wait too long, I beg you!!!
*Zaralya*
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Date: 2004-12-20 12:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-20 01:30 pm (UTC)*Zaralya*
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Date: 2004-12-20 03:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-20 06:58 pm (UTC)Some people should clearly not be allowed in the kitchen. Just saying.
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Date: 2004-12-23 06:39 pm (UTC)Patti still can't cook though. Quite pathetic really, but she's no desire to do it.
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Date: 2004-12-23 06:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-24 06:55 am (UTC)I think it's actually not so much that I don't like cooking, that I don't have any food. I hate buying food. A waste of money! J jokes that my dinners at my parents Sunday and Wednesday keep me alive the rest of the week.
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Date: 2004-12-24 07:41 am (UTC)I like making pot roast best I think, but mama adores my steaks.
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