Seasonal || Snowing Hogwarts.

[. Winter Song .]





This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon;
It rolls in from the sea.

My voice, a beacon in the night;
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love…

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.

They say we’re buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
‘Cause you’re not where you belong:
Inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days;
The seasons always change,
And life will find a way.

I’ll be your harvester of life
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
‘Cause you’re not where you belong:
Inside my arms.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon;
It rolls in from the sea.

My love, a beacon in the night;
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?...

Winter Song by Sara Bareilles.


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    Winter by Tori Amos.
Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Leap Year

This entry is to be posted on the date of the Leap Day 2020 & edited later, by right of a renegade sense of nonlinear time & a terrible case of chronological confusion.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
HP || Happy witch hopping.

Hoggywartyxmas Rec Post

First: Printed every entry from the fest. Double-sided (‘cept photos) & narrow-margins, mindful of spacing - an inch-tall pile when pressed flat. Impressive. Finished reading & squee-scribbling today.

Second: Have carried the stack of fannish delights just about everywhere. Chiropractor said, "Your font is so cool! Are you editing?" "No, commenting--squeeing, mostly." A man at the pub trying to chat me up near close asked the same, responded without looking up so he scoffed, "Just enjoying your life then?" which a) sure am trying & b) made me repeat, "No, enjoying friends' stories and art." The running theme since start of the fest.

Third: One page has nail varnish I spilled on myself & had to wipe off somewhere. Thankfully it's green on a Snape story, though we know how he feels about sparkling... Well, I framed him in it, but it's not the worst framing he's known.

Anyway, this was difficult. I enjoyed working my way through the whole fest; not a day disappointed me. Going through my stack, I ended up with 10 contenders for Top Recs plus some I had to mention, as well as my own gift. Have cheated my way down to 6-as-5 Top Recs & shall include the rest, then back to typing up my comments from the printed sheets for posting.

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My Gift!

A Very Kinky Christmas

| Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey, Hogwarts staff; Teen; 1.5kwords; When the students are gone, the professors come out to play.

And play they do! Naughty naughty, you'll get caughty... But caught up in each other seems to be what they're into when their Secret Santa turns Filibusted. Leaves a whole bunch of unsupervised Christmassy fun up to the imagination; watch out for the lingerie, a very sweet moment.



And with that it's back to typing up comments from my scripted scribbles. My chiropractor raved enough about my handwriting to make me wish I could do it up right, but until I've managed to script & programme a computer font it's the keyboard for me. Takes longer & am behind but so lovely to have printed copies for carrying around.

Going to see how much more I can get through before I curl up with my dog for sleep; he'll be relieved when I'm back to reading books as he's quite frightened of my constantly-turning pages (& I'm not allowed to tap my papers straight around him, must arrange by hand or my cowardly lion gets scared). Vitamin injection on the morrow & testing this new-old phone for ridesharing capabilities. Shall see.

Away with me...

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
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Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

hidden in the web

Supposed to be thinking about posting here every day around 22.30 (that's thinking about it, mind, going about the ritual of the thing, not the moment of posting itself) -

only I don't want to, because I'm busy.

I'd rather be reading, so I am.

Many sorries for absenteeism while reading many stories. Invisibly here among the spiders & their webs; was going to dust them out but thought they might deserve it more than I for the moment - perhaps they'll eat the bugs.

Miss the old icons, being able to read the front page. Damn - am posting to the wrong site first again. Out of practise in all these small ways, off to put myself right. [...wanders down Internet street...]

Ah, here I am amongst a different set of spiders. Like the format better here. Different icons: McGonagall looks sad in the ones I've got.

Oh, right, what'm'I reading?

...gimme a minute to figure out how I link it on this site now...

Hell, I give up for now -

It's Hoggywarty Xmas and lookee here, I'm a front-and-centre oldschool link from a user who can't be arsed with newfangled code but likes pretty-picture hyperlinks!



There. This has already taken too long so I'm back to reading too late into the evening before a trip into the city tomorrow afternoon for brunch & possibly a wheelchair-roll (motor or friends pushing) through a local light show of the evening, with much reading through the day.

Forecast: arthritis pain & the scrape of turning pages.

(Hey now, the Current Arthritis Index only predicts me at a High pain now! No wonder I feel better after today's prior Very High indication, and ever the prayer tomorrow shan't be Extreme, amen, etc.)

...didn't mean to but almost posted this to a dead old telly-fandom group, what a mess'm I... But so's dreamwidth since it ate this post the last time I tried it. Won't even worry yet if email will eat comments.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
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    Dog's deep-sleep breathing