Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Hufflepuff Pride.

All time favorite character?
Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and possibly Severus Snape. (Yes the ones with tragic stories.)

List the books in order from your favorite to your least favorite.
1. PoA
2. HBP
3. DH
4. Ootp
5. GoF
6. SS
7. CoS

List the movies in order from your favorite to your least favorite.
1. HBP
2. CoS
3. GoF
4. Ootp
5. SS
6. PoA

Favorite chapter from your favorite book?
Cat, Rat, Dog

Top 5 favorite characters?
Remus Lupin
Regulus Black
Sirius Black
Severus Snape
Draco Malfoy

Five least favorite characters?
Random Death eaters? There's not many I dislike

Favorite member of the Golden Trio?

Favorite family?

Favorite antagonist?
Bellatrix, Lord Voldemort

Favorite Death Eater?
(Does Regulus count? if not) Fenir Greyback or Barty Crouch Jr.

Three favorite spells?

Three favorite potions?
Felix Felicis
Polyjuice Potion

Favorite Non-Hogwarts magical building?

Favorite Diagon Alley shop?
The Leaky Cauldron

Favorite Hogsmeade Shop?
The Shrieking Sack...don't care that's it's not a shop.

Favorite Unforgivable Curse?
Cruciatus Curse

Favorite mode of wizard transportation?

Favorite Weasley?

Favorite Order Member?

Favorite DA Member?

Favorite pet?

Favorite Hogwarts room?
Room of Requirement and the prefects bathroom

Favorite Hogwarts Professor?
Lupin, Albus, Severus, McGonagall

Favorite non-human Hogwarts resident?
...Lupin? Hedwig

Favorite Tri-Wizard Champion?

Favorite House Elf?
Kreacher and Winky

Favorite Wizard sweet?
Chocolate Frogs!

Favorite canon couple?
Sirius and Lupin....

Ron and Hermione
Favorite non-canon couple?
Sirius and Lupin
Regulus and Barty
Narcissa and Snape

General Opinions
Why is it over :(

Biggest surprise of the series?
Lupin is straight?
Tonk is straight?

Biggest letdown of the series?

One character you wish lived?
Regulus Black

Moment that will always make you cry?

Your Patronus would be___?

Three things Amortentia would smell like to you.
Books (new ones), New plastic, and idk

You would use Felix Felicis to___?
Get a job and or get out of trouble. OH! Go gambling!!!

Job you would most like to try?
Care of Magical Creatures.

Ron/Hermione or Harry/Hermione?
Ron and Hermione...duh

James/Lily or Snape/Lily?
But Snape deserved someone nice too.

Do you know which page Dumbledore was killed on?
Nope. but poor Draco :(

Do you think Harry Potter is better than Twilight?
Really? Really? Of Course.

Are you going to go see the Half Blood Prince in theatres?
Already did. :)

Do you own the books/movies?
All of the books and the Third, Fourth, and Fifth movie.

Have you ever played any of the video games?

Don't they kind of suck?

Do you think it would be cool to have a pet owl?
If I could send letters with them and they don't attack me. Yes

How about a rat?
Eh, Maybe.

Have you ever listened to the soundtrack?

Which house would you want to be in?

Do you like Draco?

Would you ever enter the Triwizard tournament?
No, not for me. I'd rather root.

Would you keep your money in Gringotts?

What class would be your favorite?
Probably Charms, divination, and Care of magical creatures.

Do you think you would enjoy being a witch/wizard?
um.....really of course.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

According to The Birthday Massacre

1 Are you male or female: Queen of Hearts

2. Describe yourself: Red

3. How do you feel about yourself: Nevermind

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Lover's End

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: Play Dead

6. Describe your current location: Video Kid

7. Describe where you want to be: Kill The Lights

8. Your best friend is: Blue

9. Your favorite color is: Violet

10. You know: Red Star

11. What's the weather like: Broken

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: Happy Birthday

13. What is life to you: The Neverending Story

14. What is the best advice you have to give: Holiday

15. If you could change your name what would it be: Looking Glass

Sunday, May 31, 2009


Ah, Havemercy. What can I say about you?

I finished you about a half-an-hour ago. You wouldn't let me put you down.

I blame Rook, Thom, Hal but not Royston. He's too responsible. I mean it's not like he'd fuck a prince get exiled and corrupt a country bunken. Oh, right.

Dear god I'm talking like one of the Dragon Corps, and I love it. Thom should really give it a try though he curses like a whore when you're doing her just right or wrong. Ah, I love quotes from Rook.

How horribly vulgar.

I should also blame Adamo and the rest of the Dragon Corps for their horrible sense of morality and sensibility. But I doubt I could list all their names.

I can't wait for the third book in the series I'm not sure how I feel about Ciaus and A...the army dude havin' a book. But I'll read it all the same. July 28th baby!!

And dear god.. I love Hal. Where can I find my own straight version of him? I'll go search the country for tutors that like to day dream and read.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go read an exert from the second book and decided how I shall take to the main characters switched around.

Now I'm talking like Thom. I'd get beaten up in the Dragon Corps, save that I'm a girl and get hit on 24/7. Yep, even when they would bring home their entertainment/company. Men are vulgar, :)

I think my favorite parts were the Hal/Royston in the sweet. :o

Now I shall go off and tomorrow I shall force the book in Danny's hands and make him READ!

(Insert evil laughter)

Sunday, May 24, 2009

The color of royalty, purple connotes luxury, wealth, and sophistication. It is also feminine and romantic. However, because it is rare in nature, purple can appear artificial.

Native American color meaning:
Purple (Wisdom): Gratitude/healing

Purple: Wealth

Astrological Color associations:
Pisces -- White or Purple

Color Therapy, Color and the Brain:
Violet: suppresses appetite, provides a peaceful environment, good for migraines

Language of Purple:
The use of purple in familiar phrases can help a designer see how their color of choice might be perceived by others, both the positive and negative aspects.

Good purple

* Purple cow - something remarkable, eye-catching, unusual
* Purple prose - exaggeration, highly imaginative writing (also has negative connotations)

Bad purple

* Purple speech - profanity, raunchy language
* Purple prose - exaggeration, colorful lies
* Purple haze - state of confusion or euphoria, possibly drug-induced, type of marijuana

Purple can represent royalty, spirituality, nobility, ceremony, mysterious, wisdom, enlightenment, cruelty, arrogance, and mourning.

To me:
I always put this color with a butterfly. To me it symbolizes change. It's a neutral color. Stuck right between a bright red and a calming blue. If you add more of one color it takes more of that hint. So to me it's the color of change. The color of realistic hope, of sadness but strength.

Freedom for the weak

Freedom is something yearned after in America.

It always has been and it always will.

So how can people feel trapped in a place that is free?

I've decided that no one is ever free.

We're all captives of something.

Love, Hate, Jobs, Life in general.

It doesn't matter, we're just like the neighbors dog, locked in the basement. Howling in displeasure. We hate that feeling of being trapped and yet it's for our own good, or is it?

Safe from cars, other dogs, and drunk bastards. Trapped in a locked basement waiting for the abusive owners to return.

He barks, it's loud and angry and sad. He scratches at the door. I'll lean over and yell at him when he tries to chew on the door. To keep him safe. Telling him to accept his cage while I write in self-pity about mine.

At least he has the guts to make his displeasure known why I find ways to make myself happy.

At least I don't keep him awake.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Draw A Circle, There's The Earth

North Italy (Vargas Feliciano)
[x] You were bullied a lot in your childhood
[x] You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit
[x] You're very happy-go-lucky
[ ] You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fairies.
[x] You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up
[x] You're a good artist
[x] You can be clumsy at times
[x] You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something
[ ] If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian thing and say: "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE RELATIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY!"
[ ] You would surrender in a war situation


Germany (Ludwig)
[ ] You're very stoic and serious
[ ] Sausages are your favorite foods
[ ] You like to walk dogs/your dog
[ ] Your boss/principal/tutor/home-room teacher is a nut-case
[ ] You love rules and think they should always be followed to a T
[ ] You think the world would be better if everyone played by the rules
[ ] You work very hard
[x] Your alone time is your 'happy time'
[ ] You can appear tough but be very considerate towards people
[ ] You've had issues with money once or twice I'm forever skint.


Japan (Kiku Honda)
[x] You're very mature
[ ] You think everything over before saying it.
[ ] You believe in ghosts but aren't phased by the experience when you see one
[x] You isolated yourself during childhood
[ ] You became very successful in a short amount of time
[x] You are somewhat inexperienced when it comes to the outside world
[x] You can seem cold/aloof to other people
[ ] You're good at practical tasks
[x] You need time to adjust to new people


The Allies
The United States of America (Alfred F. Jones)
[x] You love hamburgers
[x] You think you're awesome
[x] You love to invent things
[x] You love going to the cinema/watching films/making films
[ ] You can seem to be very brash to other people
[ ] You have a tendency to stick your nose into other peoples' business
[x] You're terrified of ghosts
[x] You know aliens exist
[ ] You tend to wear a bomber jacket all the time
[ ] You wear glasses


The United Kingdom of England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland (Arthur Kirkland)
[ ] You like tea
[ ] You were quite tough and troublesome as a kid
[ ] You're very sarcastic and cynical
[x] Your cooking is awful
[x] You love spiritual magical stuff, such as fairies, ghosts...
[ ] ...But you refuse to believe in aliens.
[ ] You have tried doing black magic before
[ ] You get drunk quite easily.
[ ] When you are drunk, you tend to be very unhappy
[ ] You're good at embroidery


France (Francis Bonnefoy)
[x] You're very affectionate
[ ] You think you have a great fashion sense
[ ] You like wine
[ ] You're the master of whispering romantic things into peoples' ears
[ ] You love red roses
[ ] When it comes to l'amour, you don't mind men or women
[ ] You're very proud of yourself
[x] You love culture and the arts
[ ] You're very flamboyant
[ ] You say you're a gourmet


Russia (Ivan Braginski)
[x] You had a very sad childhood
[ ] You're very tall
[x] You have a tendency to switch between personalities
[ ] You wear a scarf all the time I have a long woolen one that
[x] You love sunflowers
[x] You love vodka
[ ] You can seem intimidating to other people
[ ] You're very strong
[x] You have a big nose
[ ] You have a strange laugh that can scare people


China (Wong Yao)
[x] You're very mature
[ ] You're very superstitious
[ ] You're very religious
[ ] You love pandas
[ ] You love cooking so much that you nag if food has a certain pattern of tastes
[ ] You love Hello Kitty
[ ] You try to be a role-model for your brothers/sisters/whatever, but are never taken seriously
[ ] You work hard
[x] You're good at drawing
[x] You like sweets


Austria (Roderich Edelstein)
[x] You are very well-raised
[x] You're polite
[ ] You love classical music
[x] You like cake
[ ] You have a mole on your face
[x] You dedicate your time to your hobbies rather than what needs to be done right away
[ ] You are a virtuoso/play very well on at least one instrument
[ ] You've composed music before
[x] You tend to call people 'morons'
[ ] You wear glasses


Canada (Matthew Williams)
[x] You're often ignored by people
[x] You look younger than you actually are (Otherway around! D: )
[ ] You love hockey
[ ] You love polar bears
[ ] You hate fighting
[ ] You have one strand of curly hair, like Italy
[x] You often get mistaken for someone else
[x] You feel under-appreciated
[ ] You're bilingual Ffyc ie dw'i.
[ ] You always carry a bear with you


[ ] You smoke
[ ] You're very physically strong
[ ] You've won a lot of fist-fights
[ ] In your social circle, there are two brothers - you get along with one, but not with the other.
[x] You have very strong emotions about a variety of topics
[ ] You like hot weather
[x] You can be very friendly from time to time
[ ] You look very tough on the outside
[x] You make a very nice role-model
[ ] You don't let people get a word in edgeways


Hungary (Erszebet Hédeváry)
[x] You have a potty-mouth
[ ] You like to wear flowers in your hair
[ ] You used to be a very tough kid
[ ] You're very reliable
[x] It's better to have you as a friend rather than an enemy
[x] You're very faithful
[x] Your speech and mannerisms can be considered very unladylike
[ ] You and your best friend go together like chalk and cheese.
[ ] You are graceful one moment and grinning like a maniac the next
[x] If someone yells that yaoi is going on somewhere, you will drop everything to run off to go and see it.


Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis)
[x] You're very loyal
[x] You feel like your best friend drags you around a lot, but you both have a great time together
[ ] You're very serious
[x] You have a lot of patience
[ ] You think too much about philosophical stuff
[ ] You get depressed when questioning the point of existing/the universe, etc..
[ ] You're not very confident
[ ] You were quite rebellious as a child
[ ] People tend to walk all over you
[ ] You're a born worrier


Poland (Feliks Lucasiewocz)
[ ] You're very flamboyant
[ ] You're quite hyperactive
[x] You can be quite goofy
[x] When you're depressed, you tend to rise out of it like a phoenix
[x] You're very wary of strangers
[x] It takes you ages to come out of your shell
[x] However, when you're used to someone, you're very chatty
[x] You're very forceful and stand at one end of the argument when it comes to your opinions
[ ] You love pansies and corn-poppies
[ ] You get up to lots of crazy antics


Prussia (Gilbert Weillschmidt)
[ ] You're quite mean-spirited
[ ] You're a bit of a hooligan
[x] You're very loyal
[ ] You're very good at tactics
[ ] You hate Russia
[ ] You love to fight people
[ ] You can avoid marriages quite well
[x] You're not always taken seriously
[x] You like drinking
[x] You want to become stronger


N. Italy :)

Sunday, May 3, 2009

They say dreams are the windows of the soul--take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts.

Concentrating is hard when you wish to remain in a land of dreams...

The forest was dark and eerie; just a few traces of sunlight littered the ground. The birds sung a tune that seemed to hang in the air and echo through the trees but a note never disappeared just wandered through the vast and endless forest. Somewhere deep in the forest you would find the middle and all the notes that the birds have ever sung, singing, or were to sing would be waiting for you there.
Patrick knew this but he’d never been here before. He sat against a large tree listening to the birds. Finally, Patrick thought.

“Finally what?” Said a steady non-echoing voice above the bird calls.
Patrick looked for the source of the voice but found none. It never crossed his mind to wonder how the voice had heard him think. Anything seemed possibly here, in fact anything was possibly here Patrick was sure of that.

“Finally,” Patrick said, his words echoed through the trees and stared a journey towards the center of the forest “I am asleep.”

“But…if you are asleep, then surly this would be a dream.” The voice said again drawling a bit this time.

“Yes” Patrick agreed. “That’s what this is.”

“Hmm…”The voice paused “And do you usually have dreams in which you are aware that you are asleep and in fact dreaming?”

Patrick took a minute to think about that. “No not usually.” He waited until the echoing of his words had traveled far from him before adding, “This is a strange dream.”

“Perhaps it’s because you aren’t dreaming.” The voice questioned.

“But..” Patrick began before rethinking “We’ve already decided that I am sleeping so there for I must be dreaming.”

“What if you aren’t sleeping?”

“If I’m not sleeping and not dreaming this then how can this exist?” Patrick asked perplexed.

He did think that anything was possible in this place, but this place wasn’t possible so if something that exists that couldn’t possibly exist doesn’t truly…couldn’t possibly exist but within a dream. So therefore this must be a dream.

“Perhaps…you’ve…gone….insane….” The voice said each word slowly.

“Insane? And why would you think that?” Patrick said frowning.

“Well, it’s the only other logical explanation isn’t it?” The voice said smugly

Patrick paused “Perhaps.” He said in a mocking voice.

“But then again this place isn’t logical so therefore logic must be taken out of the equation and then it would be the only other explanation wouldn’t it.” The voice said cheerfully.

“But if we take logic out of the equation then there is nothing to base anything on. We would not be able to figure out where we are or if I’m dreaming or insane.” Patrick complained.

“Well then if there is nothing to base anything on then perhaps we should base nothing on nothing. Or everything on everything or we could even make our own form of a base to compare things to and when we do that everything will make sense and we shall figure this whole mess out.”

“That seems like a lot of work…” Patrick said “Why can’t we just base it off of the logic that we both know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” The voice sounded as if it was pouting.

Patrick sighed, his head slightly hurting from the concept of logic without logic and existing without existence.

“Voice.” Patrick called out “Where are you?”

“Well, now don’t be silly dear. Don’t you know where I am? We’ve been chatting this whole time and you don’t know where I am?” The voice sounded amused now.

“No. I’m afraid I didn’t.” Patrick admitted looking around. He froze momentarily confused as to what he felt on his back. The hot liquid quickly soaked into his shirt and burned his skin.

Patrick let out a small painful noise as he jumped up and flailed his arms backwards as if to brush away the already soaked up liquid. Patrick looked up with furious gold eyes into the tree. His gaze rested upon the creature sitting in the tree drinking slowly from a pastel pink teapot, a smug was barely visible.

Even though Patrick had admitted that anything was possible here, he still found the owner of the voice to be…odd. The creature wore pale blue ruffles, a dark purple jacket over a bright pink shirt, green pants with purple dots on his right leg while his left donned orange dots. But what caught Patrick’s attention the most was the bright yellow top hat that wore an unwelcoming face on it, few strands of brown hair peaked out from beneath it, and had two tall gray rabbit ears sticking out of it’s rim.

The rabbit man fixed Patrick with his only visible black beady eye and smiled. “Would you like some more tea?”

Patrick with an absent mind rubbed the burnt spot on his back.
“No thank you.”

The rabbit man turned away from Patrick and reached for something behind him on another branch. He turned back towards Patrick and held out an odd looking substance on a dish with a knife sticking out of it.


Patrick looked at the cake with disgust, the cake was a maroon color and where the knife pierced through the cake an odd, not liquid but not-solid or even gas; substance surrounded it reminding Patrick of the color of blood.

“No.” Patrick said taking a step further back from the cake.

“Well then…” The rabbit man jumped out of the tree and some how managed to land on his feet and not drop or spill anything. “Perhaps we should do something.”

“Perhaps.” Said Patrick mocking the rabbit man again.

“Well, what shall we do?” The rabbit man asked.

Patrick glanced around the forest. “What is there to do?”

“Ah, the question is what isn’t there to do.”

“No, my question is- “

The rabbit man quickly interrupted “Yes that’s what you asked and to answer your question I answered what isn’t there to do.”

Patrick gave the man a confused look. “There are a lot of things we can’t do. We’re in a forest.”

“But we don’t have to be for long.”

Patrick hesitated “And if we left to go somewhere what would that do to help us figure out if I’m dreaming or insane?”

The rabbit man once again fixed him with the black beady eye “You’re still on that? Come now, we’ve changed the subject entirely.”

Patrick folded his arms over his chest and pouted, “You may not find this as important as I do probably because your sanity isn’t on the line.”

“Well technically if your seeing this you’re no longer on the line but completely insane. Also I haven’t had to worry about my sanity for a long time.” The rabbit man broke into a crooked grin. “But if it’s such a worry for you then we shall get other’s opinions on the debate of your insanity.”

“Sanity.” Patrick corrected him.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Sanity, we’ll get others to debate on my sanity not insanity.” Patrick corrected him more sternly.

“I see,” There was a tense silence as the rabbit man stared at Patrick with an unhappy frown upon his face. He lazily reached up and balanced the pastel pink teapot on his yellow top hat. “My apologizes, shall we get going?”

“Where will we be going?” Patrick asked. Something about the rabbit man’s voice made him suspicious.

“Does it really matter to know where we’re going? If your dreaming you’ll wake up in no time and if your not…well we’ll get to that when we come to it.” The rabbit man said with a grin and held his bright orange cane firmly in his hand and had the disgusting blood cake in the other.

“If we come to it.” Patrick muttered under his breath but it didn’t matter the rabbit man narrowed his eyes at him and turn his back to Patrick.

“Shall we get going then?” The rabbit man asked coldly.

Patrick followed the rabbit man’s lead, pushing another low hanging branch out of his face so that he can see where he was being led.

“Where are we going?” Patrick cried out through the thick forest leaves. The words left his mouth and were sucked backwards away from the large ears he wanted to hear them.

The ears twitched and the face that belonged to them glanced backwards towards him.
“Did you say something my good friend?”

Patrick nodded and stumbled across the forest floor. Roots kept popping up, as soon as he pulled himself up he felt the tug on his clothing. A thorn bush had wrapped itself around his waist holding him in place. Patrick groaned and tried to untangle himself from the bush but only cut his hands in the process.

“Perhaps you are not meant to leave this forest.” The rabbit man whispered in his ear.

Patrick jumped frighten by how suddenly the rabbit man had crossed the length that had been between them.

“Perhaps,” Patrick spat out. “You should help me out of this mess.”

The rabbit man smirked and held out the orange cane for him to grab. Patrick did and was instantly jerked free. He turned around to where he just was; the thorn bush had vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

“I don’t think the forest wants you to leave.”

Patrick turned his head to stare at his brown haired companion. “Why doesn’t it want me to leave?”

“That’s a good question. One that I can’t answer. The forest does what it pleases. Like steal your words for example. It can make it so that no one can hear you scream if you get lost or worse.” The rabbit man smiled. His eyes focused in the far off distance as if thinking of some fond memory.

“That’s not true.” Patrick said.

The rabbit man tilted his head at him. “What’s not true?”

“The forest doesn’t steal your words-“

“Ah, but I am the exception. For you see-“

“It collects them.” Patrick interrupted with a frown.

“Collects? What do you mean?”

“There’s a clearing.” Patrick pointed behind him towards the place every sound but the rabbit man made was drawn to.

“In the middle of the forest. It holds every sound made here. If you find it you can get it back.”

“A place where everything is kept?” The rabbit man stared at where Patrick had pointed. “ How do you know of such a thing?”

Patrick shrugged. “ I just know.”

Patrick took a few steps forward ready to get out of the forest that was in high spirits to hurt him.

“What’s your name?” The rabbit man asked still unmoving and staring where they had already been.

“My name?” Patrick said with a laugh. “For some reason I though you would have already known that. My name’s –“

He didn’t get to finish. His words not allowed to echo through the trees as he didn’t watch his step and was sucked quickly into the pit of wet sand. He gasped for air only to let wet sand in, his hands stung as he tried to reach for the opening the wet sand slipped it’s way into the cuts the thorn bush had given him.

He shot out of bed, gasping for air. Sweat dripped off his long nose and landed on the covers. He brought his hands to his face as he wiped beads of sweat that hadn’t begun their expedition down his face.

“I told him it was just a dream.” Patrick muttered

...But even in your dreams you can't control everything.

quote by Henry Bromel
Northern Exposure, The Big Kiss, 1991

Picture by dirtyfeet on flickr
Title: Even the most vibrant bunnys can lose their happy