Hey y'all, I'm probably not gonna have a lot of stories, cause I'm a reader, not a writer. I have the utmost respect for writers, as I have tried to write fiction, fan or otherwise and frankly, I suck. If you want to read stuff by me, I have a fictionpress account, same pen name (I'm lazy, so sue me) (no, please don't sue me :p), for my poetry. That, I can write. Be warned though, most of it is really depressing. I tend to write and be creative the more depressed I am, ergo lots of really depressing poetry.

But here I will post my favourite fics, and just so you know, I am a die-hard (BTW, I love those movies) romantic, so most of the stores will be very fluffy.

OK, CHALLENGES!! I finally wrote one and more are coming! I will post them as stories, but clearly marked as challenges. If you decide to take the challenge, feel free to send me a message if you have any questions. If you get any ideas from mine, all I ask is that you tell me (so I can write the story name here) and say so in your authors notes. Anyway, back to if you decide to respond to my challenge, tell me and I will write your name and the story title here and in my favourite stories.

TTFN

RHR

A Random thought: Somewhere in the world, two aardvarks are humping. (Ship Hr/H, or the sheep will find you.)

P.S. I may post a challenge or two, if I ever get the time. (see above lol)

P.P.S. I'm aware that alot of my favourite stories and writers threof are slash (or whatever you want to call it). 3 words people, I don't give a fk (ok, that was 5 but whatever.). The stories have a) plots I adore, b) good smut (so sue me) c) a truckload of fluff (wheeeeee) d) or something else I like and if you flame the authors, we reserve the right to get together to laugh at your narrow little world views and mock you. Capish? (P.P.P.S, how the heck do you spell that?)

P.P.P.S. Here is a quote from The Curse of Fate (chapter 4) that I absolutely adore, and I thought I'd share.

"Hello, Vernon. Aunt Petunia. Dudley." he quipped merrily. He refused to acknowledge any sort of familial relationship with Vernon and had not once called him Uncle.

"What do you want, freak?" the beefy man asked petulantly.

"Oh, the world, for one." Harry replied playfully. "You lot cowering at my feet. Certain people's heads on pikes. A blood bank to spontaneously open next door. Socks for Christmas. My photo album which now technically never existed full of pictures of people losing bets; Severus doing twirls in the red and gold tutu most notably. To see a random Death Eater attempt to breach the wards by running at them really fast. Quirrel to drop dead of testicle rot before I begin school and Lockhart to be mauled savagely by angry pixies. Oh, how ironic that would be."

Here's another one:

"Harry Potter owned Hogwarts. Harry Potter was nine years old, rich, powerful, missing and owned Hogwarts.

This was the fact that caused the normally in control man to break down in nearly hysterical sobs, in the privacy of his locked and warded office of course. He would never allow himself to be seen in a moment of weakness by anyone.

He finally received word that Potter's aunt had purchased a home in a muggle-wizarding village. The first thing he did was send her a howler reminding her of her duty and criticizing her for not informing and consulting him before acting. That, he realized belatedly, was a mistake. In a shocking move, she sent one back.

It was during dinner in the Great Hall that the barn owl had swooped in, dropped the red letter on the headmaster's meat loaf and flew out again. Everyone, teachers and students alike, watched in shock as the old wizard picked it up and opened it, still smiling serenely. The smile and twinkle all but vanished as the woman's shrill, amplified voice cut through the silence, ringing through the Hall and echoing up into the castle through the open doors.

"YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY NEPHEW! IF YOU EVEN THINK OF COMING NEAR US, I'LL BURN YOUR EYES OUT WITH LAUNDRY DETERGENT! DON'T THINK YOU CAN THREATEN ME EITHER! I'LL SHOW YOU JUST HOW DANGEROUS A PISSED OFF MUGGLE WOMAN CAN BE! EVER BEEN BEATEN OVER THE HEAD WITH A RED HOT FRYING PAN? IF YOU PUT SO MUCH AS A TOE WITHIN OUR VILLAGE, I'LL TAKE HIM AND MOVE TO ICELAND AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN! I'LL REPORT YOU TO THE MINISTRY FOR STALKING, HARASSMENT AND MOLESTATION! I'LL TELL EVERYONE ABOUT YOUR GOAT LOVING BROTHER AND WHAT HIS INAPPROPRIATE CHARMS REALLY WERE! I'LL ENROLL HIM IN DURMSTRANG! STAY OUT OF OUR LIVES! Oh, and for the students: DUMBLEDORE WAS A SLYTHERIN!"

The letter then blew him a raspberry and tore itself to shreds. Unknown to him, Harry had helped Petunia considerably with the creation and composition of that howler."

23/5/08- oh my god, I've hit 666 fave stories :p, just thought it was worth a mention.

you know you live in 2007 when...

1. You go to a party, sit down and take MySpace pics.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they
don't
have AIM/LiveJournal/MySpace.

4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just
pushing the button on the TV.

6. Your evening activity is sitting at the computer.

7. You read this list, and keep nodding and smiling.

8. You think about how stupid you are for reading this.

9. You were too busy to notice number five.

10. You actually scrolled back up to check if there was a number five.

11. And now you're laughing at your stupidity.

12. Repost if you fell for it. You know you did.