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clo_againMy afternoon and evening have been entirely consumed with reading this. Work, what? Why work, when I can read something this amazing?
Transfigurations by Resonant. Harry Potter, NC-17 Harry/Draco, beautifully written and heart-breaking and all the things that make me furious when people treat fanfiction as generally substandard, because canon can barely compare to the sheer brilliance of this. It didn't put a foot wrong from start to finish, in anything. Fanfic does not get better than this. Go, read. Marvel at the brilliance.
And when you're done -- or maybe before, because it's the order I read them in and it worked well, though I suspect totally differently to how they'd work read the other way round -- read the prequel: Night-blooming Heartsease by Julad, which is equally incredible, even being Neville/Snape which is a pairing I spend most of my life boggling at. It made it work and made it believable and made your heart ache for them. So read that too.
You might want to set aside a day for it though because once you start, stopping is very difficult and they're long. Christ. I missed Hotel Babylon in favour of reading this and I don't even care.
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In something other than a fic rec, Gonzo doesn't seem to be getting any better. I'm at a loss. I don't think it's environmental because Rizzo and Kermit are fine, not to mention that Gonzo's always seemed to have more trouble swimming and with buoyancy, both floating up when he was smaller and getting stuck on the bottom lately, so I think it's more likely to be genetic or ongoing and there's nothing I can do about that. Equally I can't keep him in the small tank forever because I live in *one room* with one desk and a chunk of it is already taken up by the main tank but in the big one he has too far to go if he wants to go to the surface, plus Rizzo being his usual precocious self and rough gravel to rest on instead of smooth plastic. I don't know what to do. A tiny plus side is that his tail seems to be healing back together pretty well and he is, for brief periods, swimming around perfectly happy and upright until he goes back to slump in his corner.
I knew I should've got rats. Stick 'em in a box, take 'em to the vet. No trouble. I hate this.
Transfigurations by Resonant. Harry Potter, NC-17 Harry/Draco, beautifully written and heart-breaking and all the things that make me furious when people treat fanfiction as generally substandard, because canon can barely compare to the sheer brilliance of this. It didn't put a foot wrong from start to finish, in anything. Fanfic does not get better than this. Go, read. Marvel at the brilliance.
And when you're done -- or maybe before, because it's the order I read them in and it worked well, though I suspect totally differently to how they'd work read the other way round -- read the prequel: Night-blooming Heartsease by Julad, which is equally incredible, even being Neville/Snape which is a pairing I spend most of my life boggling at. It made it work and made it believable and made your heart ache for them. So read that too.
You might want to set aside a day for it though because once you start, stopping is very difficult and they're long. Christ. I missed Hotel Babylon in favour of reading this and I don't even care.
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In something other than a fic rec, Gonzo doesn't seem to be getting any better. I'm at a loss. I don't think it's environmental because Rizzo and Kermit are fine, not to mention that Gonzo's always seemed to have more trouble swimming and with buoyancy, both floating up when he was smaller and getting stuck on the bottom lately, so I think it's more likely to be genetic or ongoing and there's nothing I can do about that. Equally I can't keep him in the small tank forever because I live in *one room* with one desk and a chunk of it is already taken up by the main tank but in the big one he has too far to go if he wants to go to the surface, plus Rizzo being his usual precocious self and rough gravel to rest on instead of smooth plastic. I don't know what to do. A tiny plus side is that his tail seems to be healing back together pretty well and he is, for brief periods, swimming around perfectly happy and upright until he goes back to slump in his corner.
I knew I should've got rats. Stick 'em in a box, take 'em to the vet. No trouble. I hate this.
