I've had fantasies about Snape.

I don't think that needs to be a small font admission in these parts.

Glad to hear Kristin's getting fixed up. Liquid and lungs is not a good combination.

Matilda kept us up most of the night, so now we're tired and gronky. Also, after we took her into the bed she kicked me in the kidneys about 8,322 times. It was like sleeping with an agitated wallaby.

And Snape lived in a neighborhood covered with crude graffiti, but he'd cursed his own parking space so no paint would stick to it.

Emily's brain for the win!

(Andi, I entirely respect your lack of desire to sleep with Snape, but...SNAPE! Gah! As soon as I read that your Supervillain Lady was disguising herself in order to sleep with Snape I nodded to myself, and said out loud "Oh, well, in THAT case....")

(...er, in fact I think it's safe to admit that one of the things I like about the chap I presently fancy is that his name is Sev, so he even wins at having a good name. Now if I stumble across someone called Dr Jack L. Wesley Ecchols-McStark-Norrington, he may find himself in with some competition...)

I don't think that needs to be a small font admission in these parts.

Seriously! First off, the aforementioned Rickman component, but also: issues of sin, repentance, redemption, what it means to be a good person, prejudice, atonement, loyalty -- for fans of the story arcs of Angel, Spike, or Faith, this is the hard stuff! Plus, the "I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right" element -- I love the wicked witch, man.

Er, you've set me off. My apologies. I just find him a very compelling character, and the Rickman thing did not hurt.

his name is Sev

For Severus, or Severin? Because the latter....well, that could be quite interesting.

And I'm not sharing where my brain went with that.

I feel like a whiny baby complaining about a cold when Kristin is in the hospital with pneumonia, but -- I have a bad cold and it sucks and I'm at work because I'm paranoid about taking too many sick days and my incomptent!boss not believing I'm sick, since he implied as much a while back.

Ears are stuffed up and itchy. Head is stuffed up. Sinuses ache. Throat hurts. Neck is sore. Have a fever.

Under normal circumstances, I would NEVER come to work with a fever, but -- like I said, I'm paranoid now. Like I have to prove that I'm sick.

I'm planning on licking incompetent!boss's phone.

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Always.

...

...

Anything.

::blows nose::

(Meanwhile I'm waiting for billytea to chime in with some TMI information about sleeping with baby wallabies...)

eta

Tep - that would be the latter.

I misread! I thought you were saying "Snape - yuk! Who'd want to tap that?"

My favorite Snape dream involved me, the dungeon, and a Hufflepuff uniform. It may or may not have been inspired by fic.

Fay! No making me tear up! I have an interview and I can't very well tell them my mascara's run because of Snape and Lily!!

Tep - that would be the latter.

Shall we call you Wanda, then?

Fay, is that the "Still?" "Always" thing you're quoting? Cause... sniff!

Fay, is that the "Still?" "Always" thing you're quoting? Cause... sniff!

Yep. That bit and the other bit, from when he'd first realised his fuckup and was wrecked by it, and became Dumbledore's bitch:

"Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her - them - safe. Please."

"And what will you give me in return?"

"In - in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

...oh, fuck. And now I am crying.

::blows nose again::

Shall we call you Wanda, then?

I should be so lucky! Stupid boy.