As you can see, Memoirs has a fantabulous new layout, designed by the equally fantabulous Tathy at Night&Day Design. I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated anything on this site, especially the fanlistings, but I plan to change all of that very soon. Just not right now because I have to go to work. Blah.
Huh. I thought I had a Justin/Mila avatar already made and uploaded. *makes note for tomorrow* ANYWAY, I’ve been approved to build my first fanlisting! It’s for ‘Friends with Benefits’ (!) which I really wanted, although I’m still hoping I get ‘Once Upon a Time’ too.
And really, I was approved on Saturday and just got around to updating it here. Check it out!
Couldn’t resist–I saw that no one had yet been approved for the ‘Friends with Benefits’ fanlisting, so I went ahead and applied! Here’s hoping that I get approved…and if so, I may have to apply for some other ones that have been abandoned or not yet started…
EDIT: Also applied for the ‘Once Upon a Time’ fanlisting.
December 18th, 2008. 2:16 a.m. St. Mungo’s Hospital, Lily Evans Maternity Ward, Room 501.
Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Defeated-Voldemort, former Auror, and current Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts (magical), paced nervously in the waiting room, running a hand through already messy black hair. There wasn’t much that Harry Potter was afraid of anymore. Between defeating one of the most evil wizards in history, traveling all around the world on mysterious (translation: dangerous) assignments as an Auror, and now at 29 spending each day teaching inexperienced, nervous young witches and wizards offensive and defensive spells, well, not much phased him anymore. Especially not one busy haired, brown-eyed witch whom barely came to his chin. One very pregnant, bushy-haired, brown-eyed witch who barely came to his chin.
“You were born of magic.”
Igraine is still speaking, but Merlin only distantly hears the rest, his entire being caught up by that one revealing sentence.
You were born of magic.
It explains so much. He had sensed that connection, the meeting of two kindred spirits, from the first time he had met Arthur, though they had both recoiled rather violently from the recognition. Yet still their paths had crossed, twisted and turned until now they finally ran parallel, side by side headlong toward their destinies.
Well, it’s a grand opening for the rest of the world, anyway–I’ve been here for a while. Anyway, HI, and welcome to my little corner of the web! My name is Tia, and I am the mistress of this particular (fan) domain. This site is where I will be posting my fanfiction and fanart, as well as the occasional rant or rave about my various television shows, movies, books, and musicians (or albums). If you’re a fangirl (or boy), please feel free to leave a comment sharing your opinion (but no trolls!). And if you haven’t watched the show or heard the artist that I’m referring to, please take the time to check them out!
Although I grew up in Orlando, I was not part of the MMC crew. I didn’t work at Universal or Disney, I didn’t meet any of the guys randomly at a club, and we didn’t have any mutual friends. We did, however, have a mutual acquaintance.
Lou Pearlman.
Owner and founder of Trans Continental Entertainment, financial backer to two of the most successful male pop groups of the 90’s, swindler, smooth talker, dirty old man—and my step-uncle. His sister had married my father after my mother’s death when I was twelve, but he never acknowledged the relationship—until it suited him. Read the rest of this entry »
Mike meekly let himself be prodded, pinned, and finally pushed into one of the private dressing rooms with an armful of tuxes to try on. Only when he was alone did he let himself smirk at his reflection in the mirror. Once the anger and frustration about his breakup with Jenny had faded, he had actually taken the time to sit down and really think about what he wanted. And somehow, everything kept coming back to Rachel.
Once he had finally come to that conclusion and decision, he had applied his new skill of ‘thinking like Harvey’ and laid out a mental plan. (He was pretty sure Harvey would approve, although he was also sure that the older man had never meant for Mike to use courtroom tactics on Rachel.) Still, all was fair in love, war, and law (which was essentially the same thing), so he wasn’t going to feel too guilty about what he planned to do. Read the rest of this entry »