I've had this problem, all my life, where if I have a bit of excess brain-space, I automatically translate whatever is being said to me/I am reading in English to Japanese.

It's pretty fun when I'm doing it to something that was translated from Japanese to English. Like subbed manga, for example (where I can't find the raw, Japanese versions). Back-translating is fun, because you can see why people translate things the way they do, etc...

But lately it's been a problem, because I've been applying it indiscriminately to my life. Daily conversations, well, I'm usually too taken by what is happening presently that I don't dwell, but... fandom-wise...

Let me just say that trying to make Harry and Draco talk in Japanese is just really weird for me.

Stop it, brain. Stop it.

Every once in a while I realize how little JamesScorpius fic there is and it makes me hurt inside.

I mean, I could even handle jock!Albus but... thanks to Albus' almost-crying performance in the epilogue, he's always the sensitive one :(

I love fics like Dating a Straight Boy is Weird and Creepy because Al isn't all sensitive and overtly homosexual. I think I got my fill of mostly-effeminate!Malfoy and sensitive-vulnerable!Potter from H/D.

In summary: I wish there were more JamesScorpius, or jock!AlbusScorpius around.

:(

:c

Title: Start with the Sky
Author: colormeharry
Rating: PG-13, for now?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: As with everything else I have, and probably will, ever write... there be slash, kids. If mentions of death, homosexual relations, and general post-war angst mixed with post-war optimism bother you--well, this isn't for you :D. Also, this fic is EWE. Please keep this in mind.
Author’s Notes: Because I wanted Harry to recapture a chance to be a stupid kid, and to deal with the consequences like a real person.
Beta: Thank you to franalan for taking a look-see at this! Any remaining errors are mine alone.

This fic will be a multi-chapter work, but this first section can stand alone.

Summary: Harry Potter must find a way to start fighting for his life again. A tale about how Harry re-courts life, and, in the process, Draco Malfoy. [This fic is EWE]

( Start with the Sky )

As some may have noted by now, I am back :D. However, I am back only in a semi-crawling-around capacity.

Have not touched a spirit in months! Sobriety was brought on more by boredom/hatred of the smell of alcohol, than anything more significant/interesting, but there it is.

Have not eaten in roughly 22 hours :c. Too lazy to go find food. Will study for exam (t minus 5:48 hours) instead, like a good little university child.

Am too sleepy to continue. This may be the end. Tell my boyfriend I lovleft him some oatmeal raisin cookies in the pantry, 'ma.

I'd never pinned him as the ticklish sort. Exaggerated reactions, sure--maybe yelling, fighting, flushing... or a cold look down his nose at you, if you reached your fingertips to his sides. I'd thought him the kind that, if you ran your nails down his spine while he was chatting on the mobile, he would brush your hand away and walk down the hall, or across the room. Not that he'd touch a mobile, but--I like to imagine that if he'd been born a muggle he'd be the invisible-ear-piece sort, making talking to yourself look professional rather than mad.

Or, I could see him breaking, too. Lurching away if you tried to get him giggling... that sort.

To me, he was like a sleek ally cat that was too dignified to be a stray. He'd steal into my bed some nights and be gone in the morning like I like to imagine cats can still do, despite the tightening pet laws, the overcrowding, the new technologies. Some of my friends, they tell me I spend too much of my time imagining. Too much of my time dreaming about the mundane.

If you're going to dream, they say, why not at least dream big?

My good friend Jack Daniels, Smirnoff, and Killian Red are having a get together tonight.

Again.

(This time, Bacardi is not invited. Nor is damn Coors or Miller.)

Oh, and if you get me a lighter, Cointreau is definitely invited. Flaming orange-liquor shots, what-what?

One day I'll again be sober enough to function. And possibly write fic.

Tonight, though, ladies and gents?

Tonight, tomorrow night, thursday night, and ESPECIALLY friday night (as well as saturday?)...?

Consider me dead to the world.

Adieu, liver.

P.S. Is there any H/D fic with the boys playing Kings?

I fucking hate work.

I never want to hear the words "Bacardi 151" ever again.

I would rather have NO boys than TWO (I'm just not that kinda girl. Especially not emotionally :o Maybe if I thought they'd be cool with sharing rather than hating me for playing both of them I would not feel this way?).

College is not only detrimental to my mental health, but I think that I actually heard my liver, kidney, stomach, brain, and other such organs squeak in agony around the third shot of that 151 proof disgusting liquor.

In conclusion: There is not nearly enough drunk!Draco in this fucking fandom. Or, for that matter, drunk!Harry. I'm not talking DEPRESSED ALCOHOLIC OH BLAH BLAH EMO DRUNK, either. I mean fun drunk. There are may or may not be four fics with fun-drunk H or D. What the fuck, people. What the fuck.

P.S. I am astoundingly lucid when it comes to typing no matter my intoxication-levels. I think this is evidence that I need to stop using computers so much. Hmmmm.

P.P.S. :D OH MAN I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! I was so stoked to see how many responses my quaint lil' fic req got!

P.P.P.S. I love how "drunk" is considered a mood.

Title: Story Time With Harry Potter (or, Waiting)
Author: colormeharry
Rating: R? ish?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Slash. Implied smut.
Prompt: For awdt prompt: "But it doesn't sound intimate. It sounds...well...brutal."
Author's Notes: It was the first thing I thought of when I read the prompt, and wouldn't leave me alone. Big thanks to aki_hoshi for the beta! :D

Summary: Harry tells the boys a little story over some pints while he waits.

( Story Time With Harry Potter )

I know this has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but I just thought I'd say it:

I feel like Harry probably really dislikes cats.

Between Ms Figgs and Umbridge, his association with felines seems negative as a trend. There's Crookshanks, but Crookshanks was kind of a neutral factor, and maybe a bit negative because of his involvement with Sirius/Pettigrew mess. Then there's McGonagall, who's a bit of a neutral as well. And then, of course, Ms Norris wasn't exactly an endearing argument for felines, either.

Boo.

*Cat lover*

Being that I personally think a feline animagus form would be rather fitting for Draco, I think the possibilities for a "What if Harry hated Draco's adorable purring animagus form?" fic wouldn't be too far-fetched.

♥

I just re-read the "pervert" series of Shiitara Anna's H/D doujinshi (basically, fan comic books). This included "Cruel Hero" and "Hentai the Radical" and--

It left me with such a craving for TotalPervert!Harry. I really, really want him. D:

I was going to scan some pages, but unfortunately my scanner isn't working ("No scan options--you need to install service software"? What?) so all I have is the crack!page that I scanned the last time I pulled these beauties out. It's still pretty sweet, and if you have a thing for Pervert!Harry combined with a (wince) Apron!Draco... well, here you go.

( ♥ )

Four out of five physicians agree: A daily dose of Harry will keep your Draco's prostate worry-free!

I was writing fic, accompanied by the sweet crooning of Frank Sinatra, when my iTunes decided to throw Panic!AtTheDisco at me. The mood, er, changed, and I thought: uhhh... *clicks next* and was greeted by Thriller.

Apparently, I thought, the cosmos are trying to tell me to write at a faster pace. Or more porn. Or more werewolves. Or something.

Then, I looked at the time and realized I haven't eaten in 23 hours, and I thought, well, maybe the universe was trying to tell me to take a break.

Today I discovered again that I can't write fluff.

Er. Actually, no, I take it back. I can. I just suck at it.

Which is kind of sad, because I loves' me some fuzzy bear-hug Harry :c.

I'm sorry, Harry.
I'm sorry, Draco.

I didn't mean to. Well. Uhm. I didn't start out meaning to.

Dear Coworker,

You are an idiot. Please eviscerate yourself to spare the rest of us from your utter ineptitude.

Love,

colormeharry

Title: The Addict (or, Happily Ever After)
Author: colormeharry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Drug use, slash, smut, some swearing, (kind of) exhibitionism and an overall lack of ethics :). Slow paced sex.
Author’s Notes: I feel like this might rate on the ‘weird’ meter. A huge thanks to diorbaby for beta reading this! Comments are appreciated :).

Summary: (Post-War) There is a backdoor potion circulating in the wizarding world. This is a story in which Draco Malfoy is an addict, and Harry Potter is addicted.

( The Addict (or, Happily Ever After) )

In the northwest suburbs of Chicago, there are two streets within three minutes of each other.

One is called "Potter Street."

The other is called "Radcliffe Street."

When I drove through Chicago this weekend, I am ashamedproud to say that I spotted this when nobody else did in the car.

And I may or may not have been really excited about it.