quidditchgrrl

It's been very interesting watching The Daily Show this week. Jon's gone from amused irony to muted outrage.

Ta ta, Senator McCain, don't let the door hit your waffling ass on the way out.

Even crazier is the strange feelings I've had whenever I see Jon or Stephen now - once I started reading this fic, I'm seeing a whole new...dynamic.

I'm going directly to hell for just thinking what I'm thinking.

And also, they have Guys Gone Wild now, and for a split-second, I thought, "could I possibly hide something like that from Honeybunch?" *sigh* *hangs head* Probably not.

I'm not picking a darned color for feast at Lumos. Whatever.

Gah, I can't even manage to procrastinate properly. Must pack, stay sane.

*zooms away*

Have been inspired by lizabethy and claireyfairy1 to post up my fantasies. I don't think they're particularly unusual or anything. Posting them up for all and sundry to read is a tad bit intimidating, however.

( Cut to spare your tender sensibilities )

ETA: It does remind me of eating lunch at Nimbus with chickadilly, hastyent and a couple from Alabama. The couple was so new to the fandom they had never even been beyond The Leaky Cauldron. You can imagine the three of us trying to explain fandom. The two of them were like O.o the entire time. I think we took them through slash, twincest, and the GT wankage before we got our checks. And they didn't run away screaming. :D