So, it's like freaking Thursday and I still haven't gotten over how fucking FANTASTIC my weekend was.

( wayyyyy image heavy, but you like it like that. ;D )

I HAVE EMERGED FROM UNDER MY ROCK JUST TO SAY THIS:

FUCK YES.

I know I'm late, but who watched the VMAs last week?

OH, ALSO. Did any of you guys watch Dawson's Creek? No, seriously.

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Title: Quiet Revolution / Chapter 21 - Quiet Revelation
Author: street scribbles
Rating: R
Summary: Draco and Hermione finally take part in the Spell of Ipse together.
A/N: OH HI GUYS. Apparently I am still freaking alive and did NOT forget about this fic. :) I usually make these A/Ns really short and sweet but today I feel like rambling on for awhile just because this fic always brings out the sentimental side in me. So, I know that it's been forever since I've updated this story and without a doubt it's probably been forgotten or stamped abandoned by most, but I just wanted to first and foremost to say (to the remaining few) that this is my promise that that'll never happen with this story. I would love to hear from whoever is still following QR and just let it be known that you have my gratitude. In any case, I hope you enjoy!
Link: ( “I'm sorry, I have to ask this” )

Yeah, it's been like freaking ages since I've posted here but all that is important right now is:

THE OFFICE SEASON FINALE TONIGHT. OMG.

I didn't think that it would deliver, because the second half of this season has been disappointing (for me), but I still couldn't help but to get excited over the finale. And I feared the worst, that my expectations would in turn affect how I watched the finale and ergo, make it even shittier than it was meant to be.

BUT IT SO FUCKING DELIVERED.

It's going to be a long, torturous summer, man.

I AM SO EXCITED! I took the day off to watch the finale. Okay, that was a lie. I didn't have to go into my internship today.

I know like, two of you watch this show (rosdrise?! WHAT'S UP, GIRLFRIEND!), but I gotta rant/rave about it anyway.

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I was feeling SUPER inspired tonight, because I was watching Jerry Maguire, which is a fucking awesome movie. What prompted me to watch that movie was because I came across one of those "Where are they now?" columns in some random celeb magazine of Johnathan Lipniki (sp?), and that kid was the FUCKING CUTEST KID IN ANY MOVIE. No lie. And Cuba Gooding Jr won an Oscar for a reason. And Tom Cruise was so hot and charming and all in such a non-creepy way. That movie is just an A+ movie. It always makes me think of Harry/Pansy because Stacy wrote this awesome H/P inspired by it in which Pansy is Harry's agent.

Anyway, I always forget how much I love that movie, until I hit the scene where Gooding's character is crying at the end. All his scenes are my favorite. The whole "you complete me" / "you had me at hello" thing didn't really do as much for me as Gooding's performances, for some reason. Yeah, I would make a GREAT BOY, I'm telling you guys. SPEAKING OF . . . WHAT UP, MY MAIN MAN ANTHONY?!

. . . long story short, I was inspired. So I finished this fic. And I know I've said this time and time again, but since we're really at the end of the fic, it has to be said one last time - this is for Stacy, who might have inspired a lot more than the actual Jeux D'Enfants movie did (though . . . let's not kid outselves, the movie comes as a CLOSE second). You are the Harry to my Ron. The green eyes to my messy black hair. The hot salsa to my corn salsa. You COMPLETE me, baby! And more importantly, without you, there is not enough plagiarizing of big mainstream movies to fic, and that's just no way to live. HEARTS!

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

Title: Rights to the Depths (5/5)
Author: streetscribbles 
Disclaimer: This one is big, ya'll. Nothing is mine. And I stole the plot from a mainstream French movie, "Jeux d'enfants" ("Love Me If You Dare.") There, I said it.
A/N: For Slutface. Love, Fatty.
Summary: In life, winning isn't everything - in the game, it is. Pansy loves games. Harry's never played them.
Link: (  . . .  )

SUP, GUYS. I'm working on making the next few posts of mine be fic posts, because I'm trying to slowly get back into that. This obviously isn't a promise, because I am shit at keeping most promises (of the frivolous nature, of course! YOU CAN TRUST ME WITH THE REAL DEAL, srsly.) Anyway, let's start with THIS. My guilty pleasure/crack fic that turned into something way bigger and turned into a way deeper love of mine than I thought it would. :) I could ramble for awhile, but the point is, I just really enjoyed writing this one. Sometimes you have a fic that equates all the anguish and stress going into it. Right? Yeah. This one? Is the exact opposite.

Anyway, this is for Stacy! HEARTS GO OUT TO YOU! You are awesome. Thank you for inspiring me to write this in the first place. Thank you for puking the H/P love all over me. It was AWESOME! No regrets. Only blessed times! :D

Also, thank you to Jen! Who may be the only other person following this fic. Much love and spicy chicken sandwiches, dear! :)

PS. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Title: Rights to the Depths (4/5)
Author: streetscribbles 
Disclaimer: This one is big, ya'll. Nothing is mine. And I stole the plot from a mainstream French movie, "Jeux d'enfants" ("Love Me If You Dare.") There, I said it.
A/N: For Slutface. Love, Fatty.
Summary: In life, winning isn't everything - in the game, it is. Pansy loves games. Harry's never played them.
Link: ( “Tell me you want out, and I win.” )