Blah blah blah... blah.

There's been some sort of friending frenzy recently; introduce yourselves. Why are you acting as though you have no manners? For shame! Did your Dark Lord teach you nothing?

1. dirty_diana wrote me Jake Gyllenhaal/ Jamie Bamber comment porn. In an airport! That's love. OMGWTFBBQ!!!!

2. Comment somewhere in this thread to harass Kassie for more Blaise. There's never enough Blaise in the world.

3. Smile of the day: Jake and Boo in the park

4. There's this Intel advert with Michael Owen that makes me clap like a three year-old when I see it. I heart Michael Owen. I remember when he was just this wee 17 y.o. playing for Liverpool and not the strapping young man he is now. Damn. His legs! *sigh* I heart football players.

5. I wrote Brad & George on Friday for the people who'd developed a 24 hour IhavetoseeGof sickness. *cough*

I have to go write some HP right now. NEV-VOLLLLLLLLLL!! *loves*

Story Recommendation: Grey's Apocalypse by mimesere. George/Alex. Wildly hysterical, and yet, touching. Just how I like 'em. It makes him feel better, a little bit, right up until Bailey gives him the look of George-you're-being-a-dumbass-and-don't-make-me-come-over-there-and-snatch-you-bald.


ETA: Click here to stream the new RYAN ADAMS's LP 29

HP – Harry/Ron – Our Day Will Come

serialkarma: Is this spoilery for Goblet of Fire?
hackthis: Err.
serialkarma: I mean apart from having read the book already.
hackthis: *snicker* That depends.
serialkarma: Your own personal interpretations of subtext do not count as spoilers in my opinion.
hackthis: WHAT? I speaketh the gospel! I am the Metatron! Okay, calming down now, before I am smote.
serialkarma: Sweetie, don't you remember? Alan Rickman is the Metatron. And Snape. Does that mean Snape is the Metatron? Oh, god, what a horrifying thought.
hackthis: Because Slytherins RULE!1111!!!!



Harry Potter
Harry/Ron
Improv: grease, thin, pulp, graze
Originally for scribblinlenore Kissing Challenge, but not so much so anymore. I will have to write another entry. Woe the sadness.


Our Day Will Come


( Ronald Bilius Weasley does not fancy boys. He does not fancy their gangly legs and broad chests. He doesn't fancy their sporadic stubble or the way they brag about the way their voices dropped over the summer. Ron is not excited by hairy legs and smelly socks and thick fingers and brutish manners… No, of course not. )