all my keysmash are belong to you

This is absolutely heartwarming. Some random shopkeeping nobody in Hertfordshire wrote a screenplay that Disney bought for US$1 mil. He originally wrote the story for his two sons. Aww. Hurrah for the random shopkeeping nobody (whose name is Clive Woodall, just by the way)!

This is thoroughly amusing. Which one of you was talking about Faramir singing showtunes again?

And now for something sans adverbs: Happy St. Pat's, ya'll.

Hey, there's this community called bds_drabble, and I joined, and friended it, and contributed, and why don't you join and contribute as well, and here is my entry for this week's challenge, which is about heat.

Mmmkay.

Wait, I've got another WIP to throw in! This time it's an honest-to-god WIP. It's Harry Potter, too. Yeah. Wrote it over Christmas, then we kind of lost our steam and I was all, "Eh."

Title: My WIP has no title.
Pairing: Percy/Oliver that never gets beyond PG in this incarnation. I just wasn't sure how I would navigate their characters towards it, which was one of the reasons I stopped writing this. I was feeling iffy about HP in general at the time. So yeah, here's pre-slash.
Summary: The war, which had nothing to do with Percy, is over. He spends his days being antisocial in a tiny flat in Diagon Alley. Enter Oliver, stage right. Stuff happens, or maybe they don't.

( My WIP *needs* no title. )