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Day 10 - A show you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving
My answer and a bonus video... )
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1. Do you remember your first ever thing you were fannish about as a wee one?
2. What fandom was your first (fan fic) reading fandom?
3. Are you very monofannish or a fickle fannish butterfly?
4. Did you ever feel really fannish and obsessed about a tv show/movie/book, etc. but without having the desire to write/read fan fic?
5. Did you ever have a fandom that was totally ruined for you by canon and/or fandom politics?
6. Where were you fannishly in 2003?
7. Where were you fannishly in 2005?

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HALLPPPP!

Mar. 30th, 2009 12:07 am
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I've got it into my head to reread the Harry Potter books. It doesn't sound like too big of a deal, I mean, people reread (and reread and reread) them all the time. However, I've barely been able to bring myself to touch the darned things since July '07, let alone read them. (What, me traumatized? ;P) So, for me, this is a big thing, as far as my obsession and weirdness goes. To ratchet up the obsession and weirdness, I've also got it into my head that, if I'm going to reread the books, I want to read the British versions. The adult edition British versions. I don't have the adult edition British versions.* And I'm driving myself batty looking for them. Does anyone, anywhere know how I could get my hands on all seven adult paperbacks, used, abused, I don't care, for less than $70 shipped to the Boston area? Or even a real live bookstore around here that may carry them? I'm out of my ever-loving mind, I tell you. Out. Of. My. Mind.


*My brother has a few of the British children's versions and the hardcover Order of the Phoenix adult edition. If you ever caught a glimpse of my Potter books, you'd understand why I don't want to borrow his (and why he'd probably not want to lend them). Post-it City. Seriously.

Squee!

Nov. 17th, 2006 09:15 pm
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I just danced round my kitchen carrying my laptop. Why? Well, because the ten second clip of the Order of the Phoenix trailer is nearly all Snape. OotP is love.
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HP 5

He's so bloody creepy...
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CJP: I forget what dementors are.

Me: They're those creepy, black floaty things that suck out your soul.

CJP: Oh. That's not good.

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Here's a Snape wallpaper I made.

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Credit: Laurent-stock@deviantart, hybrid genesis

H. J. Snape
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I just had to do it. I couldn't resist.

H. J. Snape
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Damn. I've got to stop my knee-jerk "Ahh, Voldemort!" reaction every time I see Ralph Fiennes. I mean, I've seen movies with him before. He was Dolarhyde in bloody Red Dragon for crying out load! As it stands right now, that is the only movie I can watch him in without thinking of You-Know-Who. Anyway...

I've discovered a bit of a guilty pleasure in Gary Oldman. I don't understand it. I don't even really like him. I'd actually go so far as to say I've got a somewhat unhealthy dislike for him. But there's something interesting about watching him. Now if he'd just stop taking on characters who try to kill my favorite characters, I might find it in myself to grant him more than an impulsive Google search every now and then.

H. J. Snape
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I've always been pretty picky where movie merchandise is concerned. With Harry Potter, the stuff at Hot Topic and the Noble Collection is all that I would consider buying. Even within those two groups, I have a few snob-ish restrictions. The time-turner is interesting, Lucius Malfoy's walking stick would be nice (if it didn't cost 95 bloody dollars!), and I would definitely be the proud owner of the sword of Gryffindor if it wasn't permanently affixed to the display board. I sometimes find myself contemplating it anyway, on the off chance I might pry it off, because I have a thing for knives and swords. My one rule that I've never broken was that I wouldn't shell out $30 for a bloody twig they call a wand. I'll carve my own (which I have, with some of my lovely knives). Well, all that changed yesterday when my brother told me that new merchandise was up at the Noble website, including Snape's wand. Gah... With that little admission, rational thought left me for dead. I think I'll be shelling out thirty dollars for a bloody twig, come November.

And it's next to Hermione's wand in the catalog. *snickers*

H. J. Snape
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These are a few (or more than a few) of my favourite fanfic quotes written by the acclaimed fanfic author Potter47. I’ve no idea why I’m posting this. I guess I’m bored. Anyway, enjoy! And if anyone’s interested, Potter47’s stories can be found on fanfiction.net, among other places, under the name Potter47. Well, duh.

These quotes are all from the parody fic called ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic,’ making the specificity of the sources typed below incredibly redundant.

*indicates 'favorite favorite'





‘Gathering all the hatred he held for Voldemort, he pointed his wand at the fallen Dark Lord. This man had killed his parents. He had killed Cedric. He had, although indirectly, killed Sirius. He had nearly killed Ginny. And, with all these thoughts in mind, Harry Potter did the one thing he had wanted to do ever since he had first gotten his wand, when he first heard about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

He stuck his wand up the Dark Lord’s nose.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Two: The Half-Blood Pince

‘“You attacked a Dark Lord... You attacked a Dark Lord...,” Hermione whimpered, staring at the lifeless Voldemort with frightened eyes. “Oh, you’re going to be in so much trouble --”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Two: The Half-Blood Pince

‘The Dark Lord was still alive and cursing.

“Damn! Damn! Damn! I stubbed my bloody toe! Damn!” he often said, among other expletives.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Three: The Half-Blood Princess

‘At breakfast, Harry Potter felt that all was not exactly normal. The reason for this was, of course, the owl that he received. The letter it brought gave him unpleasant news:

All is not exactly normal

it said in a curly script that Harry recognised at once as Dumbledore’s. Hmmm, thought Harry. That’s odd. Why do I always recognise things ‘at once?’ Why not ‘immediately?’ Is there anything wrong with ‘straight away’ or ‘right away?’ How ‘bout ‘instantaneously’ or ‘without more ado’?

Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by another owl, which delivered more unpleasant news:

I’m going to kill you today. Regards, V.

this one said, in a sharp handwriting that was not writing at all, but printing. Apparently, Voldemort did not like cursive.

But, it seemed, the sadness would never stop. A third owl arrived just as this previous one was departing.

Millicent Bulstrode fancies you. She wants to marry you. Mrs. Millicent Potter...Mr. Harry Bulstrode...

this one said, to the utter horror of poor Harry. He would never forget the misery he felt that day. Never.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Three: The Half-Blood Princess

‘“Ahh!” cried Filch. “Somebody Apparating! I hate it when people Apparate! I can’t Apparate! I want my Princess! Where’d she go? Is the nasty Apparator going to hurt my precious Princess? My precioussss...princessss....”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Three: The Half-Blood Princess

‘“Meow!” said Mrs Norris impatiently, which meant “Kill him you stupid boy! He can’t use his wand!”

“Oh, right,” said Harry, who could suddenly understand cat language, making him a Purrrrrseltongue.

“Avada Catavra!” he said, and Voldemort plopped to the ground, dead. In fact, he was the first Dark Lord in history ever to plop. But, on the bright side, he landed on his feet. Which is entirely illogical, but that doesn’t really matter.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Three: The Half-Blood Princess

‘“AAAHHH!” aaahhhed Filch excitedly. “My cat is devouring the Dark Lord! Come see!”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Three: The Half-Blood Princess

*‘When Harriet and Ronalda woke up the next morning, they realised just how indecisive JKR could be.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Four: The Half Giant Blood Prince Thingy

‘“What is there to tell?” asked Ginny, walking over to the group.

Harry looked up at her, and he could have sworn he saw her in a whole new light. However, he cannot have. The term “A Whole New Light” has been copyrighted by Ron/Hermione shippers and can never, ever be used to describe any other person and/or Hippogriff ever again.

Harry looked up at her and saw her in an unbroken innovative luminosity.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Four: The Half Giant Blood Prince Thingy

‘“Onto the S.S. Wolfstar!”

“WHAT?” demanded Hermione, once again scandalised. “THAT’S SLASH!”

“Would you prefer the Good Ship?” suggested Lupin, brandishing his lollypop threateningly.

Hermione gulped. “Er—no. Slash is fine with me.”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Five: The Half-Blood Prince and the Chocolate Factory

‘“This year, I would like to announce a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher—oh, darn it all. I did this last year, didn’t I?” Dumbledore asked, frowning. “And the year before that?”

The students nodded regretfully.

“And the year before that?”

The students nodded regretfully.

“And the year before that?”

The students nodded regretfully.

“And the year before that?”

The students nodded regretfully.

“And the year before that?”

The students nodded regretfully.

“And the year before that?”

The students nodde—

(Of course someone is about to interrupt because ‘nodde‘ is not a word, is it?)’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Six: The Half-Blood Prince Who Looked Rather Like an Old Lion

‘Harry was getting quite bored of the constant confusion of having the three Defence teachers. His head often felt very heavy because of it, or perhaps it was because of the anvil-shaped-bubble-gum-coloured hat he’d received from a mysterious sender known only as “V”. He was quite sure it was Violet Beauregarde, but Hermione persisted that she was a fictional character. Luna had wondered what that had to do with anything.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Six: The Half-Blood Prince Who Looked Rather Like an Old Lion

‘So, in order to avoid an overly long, overly boring opening, let us skip to the tornado.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Eight: The Half-Blood Prince of Oz

*‘The Tin Rickman blinked. Hermione blinked. Crookshanks blinked, only he used more eyelids.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Eight: The Half-Blood Prince of Oz

‘Soon, the group came upon what appeared to be an Emerald City, but was really just Hogwarts Castle playing dress-up.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Eight: The Half-Blood Prince of Oz

‘“It is an underwater boat thingy that comes in a variety of flavours—I mean, colours—same difference—both have lost a ‘u’ at the hand of Americans—the most well-known colour is Yellow, which is capitalised because it is part of Yellow Submarine which is a song that I really don’t care to sing right now because it is repetitive and extraneous and here it goes because you can’t understand me anyway: “We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine / We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,” said Crookshanks, but all that came out was, “Meow.”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Eight: The Half-Blood Prince of Oz

‘Hermione thought that whatever this man said, he was still Dumbledore.

“Penguins and cheese,” said the man.

Yep, thought Hermione. Still Dumbledore.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Eight: The Half-Blood Prince of Oz

‘Snape marched purposefully up to the door, made a fist, and knocked three times, hard, with his knuckles.

A few moments later, he tried again, and the door was opened. A girl, younger than Hermione, (she looked almost twelve) stood in the doorway, and blinked at them several times.

“Yes?” she said.

“Hello. You must be Jessica. My name is Professor Severus Snape,” said Professor Severus Snape, “and this is Hermione Granger. You probably don’t know us, but—”

“Mum! It’s the crazy people again!”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Ten: The Half-Blood Prince of the Opera

‘A woman stood there, now, Jessica’s mother, the voice they had heard, they eye in the peephole. Hermione felt she looked very familiar, like someone she had known when she was a small child, a long-lost relative perhaps. She had blonde hair and very, very wide eyes that would recall Luna Lovegood on a non-surprising day.

“Who are you?” said the woman.

“My name is Professor Severus Snape,” said Professor Severus Snape once again, “and this is Hermione Granger.”

The woman nodded, and just her daughter arrived with a very large, very soft pillow, she said: “That’s what I thought,” and fainted dead away.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Ten: The Half-Blood Prince of the Opera

‘And then, going up to her computer, she sent a copy of the Half-Blood Prince manuscript to a single, obscure person in Norway. From there, the book went from computer to computer in milliseconds, even less, perhaps, and within the hour, ten-point-eight million people had gotten their hands on the Half-Blood Prince. Snape wished they wouldn’t hold on so hard, though.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Ten: The Half-Blood Prince of the Opera

‘“So, Harry,” said Hermione eagerly, “who do you think the Half-Blood Prince is going to be?”

Harry shrugged. “I dunno. Seamus maybe?”

“No, that would seem contrived,” said Hermione surely. “I think it’s Snape—after all, we don’t know if he’s pureblood, we all just assume—”

“What’s with you and Snape today?” said Ron, and Hermione quite pointedly did not answer.’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Twelve: The Night Before Book Six

*‘“COME ON, DAMMIT!” he said. “BRING US OUR BOOKS!”

“Hang on!” said Hermione. “Isn’t the house charmed? They can’t even see it—”

And Dumbledore, realising she was correct, swung open the door and made for the postman himself. The postman, alarmed by robed, bearded figure jumping out of midair, began to drive away very quickly.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” shouted Dumbledore. “ACCIO POST-TRUCK!” A pause. “Oh, damn that was a mistake.”’ ~ Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fanfic ~ Chapter Twelve: The Night Before Book Six

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