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I echo all those people who have said this sounds like a good meme to do when you're having a bad day. (Seriously. About the only cheerful thing about my professional life at the moment is that I'm running a complex, adjudicated first registration - which is currently out of my practice area, but was given to me because, "Well, because... you're you.")
Anyway, meme. I currently have 148 works archived at the AO3. Pick a number from 1 (the most recent) to 148 (the first thing I posted there), and I’ll tell you three things I currently like about it.
Anyway, meme. I currently have 148 works archived at the AO3. Pick a number from 1 (the most recent) to 148 (the first thing I posted there), and I’ll tell you three things I currently like about it.
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on 2013-05-22 08:33 pm (UTC)I also love this exchange:
"I wish you could, too. But it's my fight."
"Maybe it's mine as well," says the Doctor hopefully. "These Death Eaters of yours – do any of them have funny-coloured eyes? Triangular heads? Large gaping sphincters in unhygienic places?"
Remus laughs, and the sound is a sudden silver bubble. "They're not aliens, Doctor." He pauses. "It would be easier if they were."
"Yes." The Doctor nods. "Yes, it would be."
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on 2013-05-22 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2013-05-22 08:31 pm (UTC)Also, <3
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on 2013-05-22 08:39 pm (UTC)All of that said! The original story has since vanished, so it's now my story in a way it wasn't before, and also two separate people identified me during the anon period from this first line:
The thing about Dylan fucking Thomas is that he’s fucking dead, isn’t he?
...so. :P
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on 2013-05-23 11:18 pm (UTC)Remus follows the pointing finger, peering into the fading light until he recognises the dark-haired, slouching figure. "An unexpected dip in the lake for dear Snivellus, do you reckon?" James asks, readying his wand as he speaks.
Calmly, Remus takes it out of his hand and holds it at arm's length. "Don't even think about it."
-got it for me - this Remus was confident enough to deal with James.
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on 2013-05-22 08:30 pm (UTC)76?
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on 2013-05-22 09:54 pm (UTC)I hope professional life gets better. *hugs* Will you be appearing over the weekend at all? If not, we should meet sometime, yes?
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on 2013-05-23 11:11 pm (UTC)I think 59 will do. Let's see: that would be Coming Into Being (http://archiveofourown.org/works/136636), an SG-1 story in which Our Heroes are turned into children for, well, reasons,, and, erk. Okay. What I like about this story is that there are still a few - a very few! - things I like about it, despite the fact I wrote it when I was fourteen (owwwww). I like that it's a story engaging with a typical fanfic cliche that begins "It was a dark and stormy night". I like that it's fun and not angsty. I think. Ack.