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I try to avoid random links, but I don't think I can resist telling people about the Psychiatrie für misshandelte Kuscheltiere.

Basically, you have to cure stuffed toys of mental disorders.

No, I'm not kidding.

It's a completely insane concept, which is part of the reason for my loving it. It helps that Kroko is adorable and Lilo is ridiculously cute. (I WANT TO WRITE INCREDIBLY ANGSTY LILO FANFICTION. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS. I can send him through Silent Hill, because hooray for the happy joyous town of Silent Hill! I envision an epic of woe and sadness, with Lilo being constantly attacked by shadowy equations.)

Dolly, however...

"Okay, um, let's try this. Here you go, Dolly, here's some knitting kit - what are you doing, Dolly? Are you going to - oh, for Hyne's sake. STOP STABBING YOURSELF WITH THE NEEDLES. STOP IT, DOLLY, YOU STUPID SHEEP."

I thought that the way they worked the physical aspects of the toys into their problems was very clever. It's all a little disturbing, actually. I'm going to end up looking at my soft toys (mock me all you like!) and wondering what issues they might have.

EDIT: Oh, and you know the bit in the Half-Blood Prince when Sirius comes back from the dead and the Whomping Willow falls in love with him and traps him up in its branches, and Harry runs across the grounds yelling "SIRIUS!" and the Willow kills him out of jealousy, and then Neville saves the world? Wasn't that awesome? Whoops, spoilers.

(Also, I've now written twenty-five Doctor Who fics. That's more fic than I've written for all my other fandoms put together on fanfiction.net. Um, what the hell?)

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DJJDFDSjfSJDjjdfkj! *would pretty much love to metaquote you right now!*

Twenty-five... blimey! Still - no amount of Doctor Who fic can ever, ever be enough. Back to work, scrubber! :p

*would pretty much love to be metaquoted*

Your wish is my command. (But be careful what you wish for!)

Hee, done! *g*

That is quite possibly the best site ever. Dolly the sheep is both scary and frustrating.

::sniggers at spoilers::

"EDIT: Oh, and you know the bit in the Half-Blood Prince when Sirius comes back from the dead and the Whomping Willow falls in love with him and traps him up in its branches, and Harry runs across the grounds yelling "SIRIUS!" and the Willow kills him out of jealousy, and then Neville saves the world? Wasn't that awesome? Whoops, spoilers."

...is that even out? o.o Dude, I should keep up.

EDIT: Oh, and you know the bit in the Half-Blood Prince when Sirius comes back from the dead and the Whomping Willow falls in love with him and traps him up in its branches, and Harry runs across the grounds yelling "SIRIUS!" and the Willow kills him out of jealousy, and then Neville saves the world? Wasn't that awesome? Whoops, spoilers.

LOLOL! OMG, I can't wait for that book.

But LJ is apparently getting spoilery. Wah.

Oh, and the logical conclusion for 25 Doctor Who fics? It EATS YOUR BRAIN. Happened to me too.

WELL NOW I CAN NEVER FORGIVE YOU YOU DIRTY SPOILER FACE.

~~ahaha i bet you money there's already Whomping Willow/Sirius fic out there~~

(Well, clearly, you are insane. I've managed to stay clean by virtue of desperately distracting myself with any other fandom I can.)

Are you telling me that you're actively resisting writing Doctor Who fic?

In that case, I'm afraid I have to kill you now. I can, however, be appeased by means of fic. Just so you know.

Sirius has always liked the Willow.

It was planted not long after he came to the school, and now he can't imagine the grounds without it. It's something that's familiar and constant, always comfortingly there. It's something interesting, nothing like the plants they study in Herbology - this is something that moves, that will happily beat a student's brains out if he's irritating it. Sirius admires that, in a way.

It helps that it's so linked to Remus' secret, too. Sirius likes knowing the secrets that no-one else knows.

When he looks idly out of the window now it's stark against the evening sky, harsh and sharp-angled without its leaves, but he likes it that way. It would be wrong for the Willow not to seem forbidding. Now it's winter and the tree is bare, and that's the time when its outward appearance most reflects its personality - or the personality Sirius imagines it to have, at least; he hasn't exactly been having long conversations with it. Although that's not for lack of trying.

Sometimes, in the summer, he can't bear the leaves. They soften the tree, make it unlike the Willow he knows. When that happens, he props a stick up against the knot to hold the tree still and climbs up into its branches and spends hours stripping it of its foliage.

He could easily remove it all with a spell or two, but he prefers it this way. He likes to feel the rough bark beneath him, and to feel the leaves under his fingertips, and to watch them flutter to the ground in an oddly beautiful way (and be later discovered by an irate Argus Filch, who's only twenty-something but looks well over sixty already, and who will probably never die, because Those People never do).

He hopes that someday he'll be able to do it while the Willow is conscious. He wants it to trust him enough to let him up into its branches without beating him half-to-death against the ground.

He tried climbing it once without pressing the knot first. It, well, didn't work. When he got out of the hospital wing, he proclaimed loudly that it was Completely Worth It, went off to hug the Willow, and ended up in a critical condition again remarkably quickly. He suspects that something may have gone slightly wrong with the bone-mending spell - he likes to think that he would never have done anything That Bloody Stupid of his own volition - but the idea of being the only person whom the Willow will let near it is still one he aspires to.

...and here I stop myself, because it's just occurred to me that the world can probably live without Sirius/Whomping Willow fic, and the fact that I can't find it anywhere is not a good reason for writing it.

...and here I stop myself, because it's just occurred to me that the world can probably live without Sirius/Whomping Willow fic, and the fact that I can't find it anywhere is not a good reason for writing it.

I beg to differ! Every ship, however improbable, must be explored as much as possible!

And then Harry Potter fans will take over Google- and then, the world.

(...I liked your spoiler thingy.)

(Heh, thanks!)

...I've just realised that that's the first Harry Potter fic I've ever written.

The first Harry Potter fic I ever wrote was Sirius/Whomping Willow.

SO MUCH SHAME.

I didn't think you'd actually do it.
...
I stand thoroughly corrected.

The first Harry Potter fic I wrote (down) was Filch/Pince.

...

I should feel better about being saner than you, but I just feel a little bit emty.

I hate Dolly the sheep.
It is VERY frustrating.