My status as a magus was still visible for anyone that cared to look with their Sight, and I was giving off that tingle of power that would give me away to any practitioner. I just couldn’t access any of it. Not even enough to light the candles in my apartment ( Read more... )

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In the very next sex scene after the dairy-metaphor sex scene:
Draco's robes wavered about him and collapsed suddenly to the sides, lying like the shriveled skin of a worm. Harry only had enough time to blink and wonder why that simile had occurred to him before Draco grabbed him in turn and wrestled him to the bed. [emphasis mine ( Read more... )

"And there was no way that you could have known that the light drizzle that was predicted would turn into a half hour long storm with gala-force winds. ...

Weather reports would be more interesting if there were things like "forty percent chance of jamborees," "increasing shindigs," and "partly fete, turning to mostly jubilee."

and focus on the Grunt Loan business.

This time the response was a loan grunt, one of annoyance for being roused, and the fingers on his side grasped his shirt. Or rather tried to. How does one borrow a grunt? Do you have to go to one of those scary looking Payroll Advance places? If you have grunts to spare, can you take them to a pawn shop? ( Read more... )

He man was an addiction

LMAO.

Same fic. Mistakes getting more amusing.

Robert had no doubt that Ianto knew Jack flirted with everything that moved--you couldn't breathe within a hundred meters of the guy without getting hit on. But flirting and openly propositioning a perspective employee for sex were two different things.Mmm, mmm. Nothing like a little hot'n'heavy, one-on-one point perspective. Though... I wonder ( Read more... )

"Yeah," Mel huffed. She placed her hands on her hips and glared up at Harry, whose six odd feet frame towered over her barely five foot one.

Reading this, I can't help but think Harry is a short, squattish sort of guy with five left feet and one right foot.

I guess "odd feet" is right. Carry on, ficcer. For now.

From a fanfic I could only get about 30 pages into (out of 296 pages):
He hated photocopying. It was tedious, monotonous, and every other word that ended in an -ous,Given such a challenge, one's brain has to start listing -ous words, right ( Read more... )

Line from a book I'm reading:
The residents could be excused--enthusiasm, like a solid bowel movement, was ancient history to most of them--

...

Sometime metaphors are... apt and yet not at all appropriate, yes?

(Book in question is a Torchwood book. The House the Jack Built by Guy Adams.)