So I am not exactly pulling the reigns with my Snape/Alan Rickman fan-girlly mood at the moment as is proven by the succeeding posts on the topic.
Here’s a snippet of the fan fic by Caeria that started it all. It features a favorite scene of mine from Chapter 30.
Severus sank down into his favourite chair. Albus was not in his office, but Severus knew he’d be there soon enough. In the meantime, he sat, absorbing the smells – tea, ginger and lemon – and the sounds – the steady click and whirl of the many devices in the room – and let the tension flow out of him as he waited, his mind on the encounter in the library he’d just witnessed between Granger and her fellow students.
With a flutter of wings, Fawkes settled beside him on the arm of the chair, several long feathers drifting down to settle on the patterned rug.
Severus gave him a glance. “You are looking a bit bedraggled, bird.”
Fawkes tilted his head and regarded Severus with one beady black eye. He chirped softly with a note that sounded of reproach.
Severus harrumphed in mock annoyance. “I am not Albus and will not bow to your vanity. You are at the beginning of your molt cycle, and I will not flatter a bird who cannot manage to keep his own feathers.”
Severus reached out and ran the back of one knuckle gently down Fawkes’ breast, his actions at odds with the acidity of his words. Several more feathers fluttered down at the touch. Fawkes made no protest, rather leaning into the caressing finger. Then he warbled a note, the tone rising, before he reached out his long neck and tugged on a lock of Snape’s lank hair. The phoenix settled back with smug cheep.
He almost laughed then. Damn the bird for pointing out his own less than stellar plumage. But laughing at this point would mean that Fawkes had won this round. That would never do. Drawing back from the bird he narrowed his eyes in menace.
Fawkes dipped his head and gave a sharp click of his beak.
"At least I-"
Albus took that opportunity to sweep into the room from the far door, his eyes taking in the scene. “Severus, are you arguing with Fawkes again?”
Severus sat back and gave a disdainful sniff. “I do not argue with birds.”
Beside him, Fawkes stretched his wings and gave an equally disdainful trill before launching himself into the air to settle on his regular perch.
"Of course, not," Albus said with chuckle.
I thought Fawkes was a female. :O Have I been living a lie?
Anyway, I am thrilled at how Snape could actually be an endearing character! This, is of course just one of two fanfics I am gushing over. hehehe. Never mind the fact that he’s being paired with Hermione Granger (the impropriety! haha j/k). I’m more interested with how these stories flesh out his character, is all. :)
Maybe I ought to find fan fics of Colonel Brandon too?
this is an AT&T advertising campaign that was designed by Jose Estrada, a Mexican, who won a million dollars in an open competition organized by AT&T just using painted hands and a mobile phone. Quite amazing!!! Enjoy it!
Oo nga! pangit nga basahin! :)) but oh well caramel, ain’t lettin’ any meme tell me who I am. I just found the result funny kaya I posted it! :)) :P How are you DD? Are you coming home from Vietnam yet? :D
Warning: Looking at this periodic table will mesmerize you and could cause loss of productivity. If you are at work right now and bored out of your eyeballs, this is just what you are looking for to pass some time. Welcome to the periodic table of storytelling. I cannot even imagine how long this took to create. It’s more like a puzzle than anythi ..read more.. See what your friends are reading on Twitter and Facebook
OMG This is FANTASTIC!!!!! HOW COME I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT IT NOW? :( An English-Major’s dream indeed! :P This is beyond AWESOME! XD
Despite her size, Sabrina, our Siberian Husky, was always such a sweet dog. I would always remember being the one to bring her ice cubes during summer because of the heat.
It still strikes me as weird to think her mating with Seiji, our Pomeranian Spitz. I was anxious of whether Sabrina would be able to bear puppies at her age of 77 years. What would their pups have looked like?
Today, Mama said Seiji kept going back to Sabrina’s resting place, as if he was looking for her.
At least she’s in doggie heaven now, where she won’t be cooped up in a cage.
Perhaps it is noticeable that most of my recent posts are re-blogs, most of which get posted without a tag nor a comment.
While I have no problem with reblogging, I do think there are limits to it in that I think there should be a filter of some kind and not to reblogging everything and anything you happen to like even the tiniest bit) and so I do try to only reblog things which I think are worth pointing out for someone else to notice. And if you happen to notice, I like reblogging a multitude of quotes, pictures, stories, etc.
I do not promise that my posts would be profound or inspiring, but I do think these are worth noticing and so if you indulge me for a bit, you would, perhaps, find that more than the occasional awe-inspiring/funny/interesting quote/blog/post, you would find a little bit of me somewhere there.
And perhaps you would also find that it is true when I say that words can get in the way of expression, that it is enough to let the reblogs speak for themselves. And whether you find my posts boring or inpiring, I shall keep on (re)blogging as a way of sharing a part of me to you.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”—Mark Twain (via girlwithoutwings)
All the Psych tests I took told me I have an equal balance of extr(a/o)vert(ism/ness) and intr(a/o)vert(ism/ness).
I think this means I am as likely to want to express myself around, and interact with, other people as I am to want to take time to be alone to be able to process my thoughts, feelings, and experiences.
In 1982 I went to Greece to run in the footsteps of Pheidippides, the original marathoner who ran the twenty-six-plus miles from Marathon to Athens in 490 B.C. to carry news of the Greek victory over the Persians. I was part of a big group of runners who were gathered at JFK Airport when we…
Some Facebook people are now fond of uploading their grades over the internet. I don’t see it as a bad thing to do. The picture below though deserves commendation for its realistic point.
This picture, uploaded by my fellow isko named Jason Robert Lobaton caught my attention. Its caption read: Bakit ba ang madalas na tanong ay “Gaano ba kataas ang grades mo?” at hindi, “Gaano ba karami ang natutunan mo?”
Hindi ko ‘to ni-reblog dahil mediocre ang grades ko. Just saying to be sure. Hahaha!
“Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.”—Barbara Kingsolver (via julie911)