PSA: Have actually posted fic

My first pornish_pixies fic? Is so posted.

Title: Carefully Cultivated Narcissus
Author: Mayhap
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,739 words
Summary: A hot cup of sex in the morning with a Polyjuice twist. Established relationship, post-Hogwarts
Notes: Written for the Pornish Pixies Fantasy Fest for lizardlaugh who requested "Harry/Harry selfslash... but not wankfic. Could use time travel or another character polyjuiced/metamorphmagized. Two Harrys... fucking, any way you like it."

In other news, after a couple of weeks of sinus-related bliss, I am ... producing excessive amounts of bright, cheery yellow phlegm. Also, my throat hurts like someone scrubbed it out with a Brillo pad (possibly to remove the yellow phlegm). Possibly you didn't actually want to hear this, but it is the all-consuming thing on my mind.

Also, the part of our thermostat that is supposed to know what the temperature is in here isn't exactly working. No matter how cold it is in here, it refuses to believe that it is cold enough, or that there is, in fact, such a thing as "cold enough". (Bear in mind that it is 64º outside presently. In the sun. Not that there is any.) Accordingly, the air conditioner is constantly being prodded by the thermostat to turn our house into a meat locker.

So far, the thermostat is winning. I keep turning it all the way to the right (approximately 90º), trying to make it turn off for good, but the thermostat has a powerful ally in my mother. She keeps coming along and turning it back to a temperature that looks sane, but is really more of a bid to host the Winter Olympics at my house in 2014.

I am presently wearing jeans, fuzzy wool socks, and a sweatshirt. And sniffling. Sniff.

Seven Circles owns my soul. That is all.

PSA: Have actually posted fic

My first pornish_pixies fic? Is so posted.

Title: Carefully Cultivated Narcissus
Author: Mayhap
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,739 words
Summary: A hot cup of sex in the morning with a Polyjuice twist. Established relationship, post-Hogwarts
Notes: Written for the Pornish Pixies Fantasy Fest for lizardlaugh who requested "Harry/Harry selfslash... but not wankfic. Could use time travel or another character polyjuiced/metamorphmagized. Two Harrys... fucking, any way you like it."

In other news, after a couple of weeks of sinus-related bliss, I am ... producing excessive amounts of bright, cheery yellow phlegm. Also, my throat hurts like someone scrubbed it out with a Brillo pad (possibly to remove the yellow phlegm). Possibly you didn't actually want to hear this, but it is the all-consuming thing on my mind.

Also, the part of our thermostat that is supposed to know what the temperature is in here isn't exactly working. No matter how cold it is in here, it refuses to believe that it is cold enough, or that there is, in fact, such a thing as "cold enough". (Bear in mind that it is 64º outside presently. In the sun. Not that there is any.) Accordingly, the air conditioner is constantly being prodded by the thermostat to turn our house into a meat locker.

So far, the thermostat is winning. I keep turning it all the way to the right (approximately 90º), trying to make it turn off for good, but the thermostat has a powerful ally in my mother. She keeps coming along and turning it back to a temperature that looks sane, but is really more of a bid to host the Winter Olympics at my house in 2014.

I am presently wearing jeans, fuzzy wool socks, and a sweatshirt. And sniffling. Sniff.

Seven Circles owns my soul. That is all.

My bunny is (not) missing :D

No one has seen him or heard him in almost two and a half hours now. He slipped out of quarantine in my parents room earlier this afternoon, and he was hanging out under the couch in my brother's room.

Our house is a finite space and we have looked everywhere and he is not here. Besides which if he were he'd have to be dead quiet. And yet we cannot imagine him having got out of the house.

Where is my silly sweet Harry boy?

Edit: So you know, just after I post that, my mom determines that he was in fact under my brother's couch (which you can't see under entirely because of the various planks actually supporting it) where he evidently took a nice long very quiet nap right through us hollering his name and rattling his couch. Hmph.

What a relief.

My bunny is (not) missing :D

No one has seen him or heard him in almost two and a half hours now. He slipped out of quarantine in my parents room earlier this afternoon, and he was hanging out under the couch in my brother's room.

Our house is a finite space and we have looked everywhere and he is not here. Besides which if he were he'd have to be dead quiet. And yet we cannot imagine him having got out of the house.

Where is my silly sweet Harry boy?

Edit: So you know, just after I post that, my mom determines that he was in fact under my brother's couch (which you can't see under entirely because of the various planks actually supporting it) where he evidently took a nice long very quiet nap right through us hollering his name and rattling his couch. Hmph.

What a relief.