Scales and Tales

It is extremely difficult to read smutty channish PWP fanfic when your housemate (whose hair would probably fall out in shock of she caught a glimpse of your reading material) is sitting two feet away and will not leave!

Argh. Must find job and obtain solitary living quarters! (Good reason to stop reading smut and start mailing resumes... Perhaps this is my Grand Cosmic Hint?)

For Gods To Menace Fools has been lurking in my recs folder, getting buried and uncovered several times because, erm, because my organisation skills register in the negative scale. :D If I'd given it a proper title, I probably wouldn't have kept overlooking it... It's certainly not a story that ought to be overlooked! Eodrakken manages a post-HBP Remus who is all too human: tired, grieving, and uncertain, and not above petty sniping at the wrong target. Harry comes to say goodbye, and instead finds something unexpected. I love most the unplanned feeling of the sex, and the sort of quiet, melancholy mood of this story; Eodrakken keeps everyone in character, and manages everything within the canon of HBP, as well.

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Since at least one of you has suggested :D that I make real-life posts as well as recs, I have to tell you about this. I work in a company that ships things; I'm one of the linemen, the ones who load the packages. Contrary to any expectations you might have, package damage is not uncommon; in fact, it's pretty much a constant. :D Mostly, though, the things that spill out are pretty boring: advertising pamphlets, mechanical parts, pill bottles, and lots and lots of packing peanuts.

Today, however, was something else entirely. Today it was a dildo that made a bid for freedom. Bright translucent pink, ten or twelve inches long, double-headed, and probably two inches thick; not your run of the mill sex toy. :D It was gaily waved about, laughed over, shown to everyone in the area, and then sent off for repackaging. I hope the gentleman or lady who receives it doesn't find out, although I'm sure they'll notice that it's been torn and taped back up. So much for discreet, unlabeled packaging. ((Dies laughing))