So, if you don't like your HP stories being copied to places you didn't put them, you might want to check this site out. Fortunately, there is a link at the bottom of the page that tells you how to request that they remove your fic from their archive, and they respond quickly and politely - they removed "Liquid Luck" within an hour. Once it's removed, the link to your fic on ffnet will still appear on the site, but the archive is gone.
I spent much of the weekend in a haze of pain. It turns out that my new lenses weren't working for me. I have a new prescription being made now, and as soon as I got the old lenses back in the frames, everything was wonderful. Today, no pain at all, though a lingering tension in my eyes, which is to be expected.
My friends, workmates, and I discussed "The Girl Who Died" yesterday, and to my absolute surprise, I was the only one who liked it; usually, I'm the most critical and obsessive of everyone. Reactions ranged from "meh" to "that was horrible". People thought the adventure was fun, though far-fetched and barely on the believable side of stupid (electric eels live in the Amazon, by the way), and the supposed "greatest warrior race" was neither competent nor fearsome. They're getting tired of angsty Doctor monologuing all the time, and Clara's line about "you're my hobby" was deemed creepy. Most surprisingly (to me, anyway, since I don't expect people to analyze things), my friends were upset with the callback to "The Fires of Pompeii", that the Twelve learned the wrong message from that scene. I didn't even ask them about it - they brought it up. And they were appalled that the Doctor basically went "Eh, oh well" *shrug* when he realized he'd made Ashildr immortal, and then gave her the device to do it to someone else.
It's weird not being the pessimistic one for once.