I can’t get no sat-is-fact-shun
Sep. 5th, 2002 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveall right, which one of y’all motherfuckers put the prolific hex on me? in eight days I’ve produced:
Smallville: 'Six Days', '57 Channels'
Harry Potter: Better Living Through Learning Series w/ Kassie – (Harry, Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Oliver & George - so far), ‘Just the Facts', 'April Showers' – also, you know,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ethrosdemon wrote insane H/D for addictedkitten. read it.
*all available by using that thing called a scroll bar*
and now there’s THIS:
Better Living Through Learning: George Weasley
There is a child sleeping with his twin, the pictures go wild in a rush of wind. That dark angel he’s shuffling in watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled. – Jeff Buckley ‘Dream Brother’
George has been a half for so long that he suspects if he ever commits to someone in a relationship, he’ll wind up splitting into fourths, or maybe eighths, or some other unit. He’s never done well with the metric system and if he hadn’t had Arithmancy with Fred, he’d probably have failed. Or not. Even at his worst, George still does well - they both do, but their marks tend to be overlooked in light of their pranks and flying toilet seats and red hair.
If it’s got red hair and freckles, it’s a Weasley. If it’s skinny, and looks like carrot with a mouth, it’s a Weasley.
He’s heard it all since he was wee, and he’s not really that bothered. Never has been. Anyone who attempted to wind him up also had to contend with Fred, and sometimes two is better than one. Most times two is better than one, and in his heart Fred doubts he’ll ever get married. For the most part he’s married to Fred and not in that sexual way, but more in that shared brain, Voodoo-books-in-the-Restricted-Section type way.
Fred and George, George and Fred.
George doesn’t mind being a twin. He likes the benefits: sitting in on random lectures, dates with random girls, random accusations and the like. Being Fred is an excellent laugh every now and then, but George isn’t Fred.
George does actually have a second name, and a personality all his own – he’s the one who doesn’t like Chocolate Frogs, and the Canary Cremes were *his* idea.
It’s not that George minds being part of ‘Fred and George’ as much as he’d like a bit more practice at being George Weasley - full stop. Not George and Fred or Fred and George, just George Andrew Weasley end of it. It’s not his fault he’s a twin, course it’s not Fred’s fault either and in their family he reckons everybody’s wished they were an only child at least once. It’s entirely possible that George has wished this more than once, but it’s not that he doesn’t want Fred in his life – he just wonders what it would be like if they were just mates, or maybe cousins.
George can’t actually imagine a life without Fred in it in some way shape or form, but he thinks it’d be nice if people understood that they really aren’t the same person. They’re not a buy-one-get-one-free special. Fred does not equal George, and if you invite one that does not insure getting the other.
To each his own, even if he *is* a twin.
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Couches and Sofas
it’s Jeff Buckley month/year/lifetime on the homestead. This goes out torosenho and is inspired by ‘So Real’
Clark doubts it qualifies as a sleepover if he falls asleep on the couch. Of course Lex’s couch is probably more comfortable than most beds in Smallville, so it wouldn’t necessarily be bad if Clark fell asleep on it, just inconvenient – as long as he didn’t do something unseemly, like drool.
Not that Clark drools when he sleeps, but he can’t control everything all the time, and he’s still trying to find that photo that Chloe took when she caught him snoozing in the loft.
Fortress of Everybody Look at Clark.
It’s less like a fortress and more like a museum, with him as the only display in the entire place. Clark can’t remember the last time he spent more than 30 minutes in there without somebody stopping in and needing something or wanting something or pushing him out an open window.
Thanks, Tina.
Actually, he should probably thank Tina because she’s indirectly responsible for him being on Lex’s couch right now. Only Lex calls it a sofa, not a couch, and maybe it has to do with being from Metropolis. Chloe calls Clark's couch 'that nasty piece of furniture.' Everybody else Clark knows calls them couches as well. Maybe it has to do with the seating, but Clark associates sofas with those two-seater loveseat type things, and he’s not really thinking about that right now. Please, not with Lex about to come back with coffee. Although if Clark rolls over on his stomach, he can prevent anything truly embarrassing from being seen.
Nevertheless, in Clark’s estimation, sofas are for two, and couches are for more. Lex’s whatever still doesn’t meet the criteria. This sofa thing could comfortably seat at least half the Crows starting string, and maybe Clark will tell Lex that when he comes back from the kitchen. A kitchen that’s bigger than almost all of the Kent’s first floor, and Lex’s *everything* seems to be bigger than Clark’s – but Clark’s not having that thought either. Besides bigger isn’t always better – unless it means Clark can comfortably stretch out without his feet hanging off the edge of the furniture.
Thanks, Lex.
Not that Lex had Clark in mind when he bought this sofa, couch, whatever but it’s nice that Lex lets him use it. More than nice, but that’s Lex, no matter what anyone else says. Anybody else would’ve told Clark to go home; nobody else would ever humor Clark the way Lex does. Anyone other than Lex wouldn’t make jokes about Doublemint twin bank robbers.... although that probably has less to do with Clark and more to do with Lex just not wanting to think about someone else running around with his face on. Not that Clark was ever really that fooled, not after he got pushed through that window at any rate.
Lex would never treat Clark that way, and Lex would never wear cologne. Clark distinctly remembers Tina’s Lex reeking of something dreadful. Lex doesn’t smell dreadful; he smells like spicy food and fresh grass, and Clark isn’t actually sniffing the sofa because that would be so bad.
Clark is obviously tired after saving Lana and saving Whitney and well, pretty much saving everybody except Lex. Which is probably why he should’ve gone home rather than coming up to visit Lex, but he couldn’t help himself, and Lex didn’t say anything. He never told Clark to leave. Lex just led Clark to his living... entertainment... the big room with the TV and the sofa and motioned for Clark to make himself at home. Clark doesn't remember Lex saying much, but then again Clark only knows that Lex wasn't wearing shoes or socks.
Lex barefoot. Wow.
Anyway, it’s a nice sofa. Soft like suede or brushed cotton or flannel, and Clark wasn’t going to stretch out on it, but Lex said something about coffee and who knows how long he'll be. Clark must be exhausted because *Lex* has gone off to get Clark something to drink, and Clark is just lying on the sofa, half dead, enjoying the crackling of a fire he didn’t notice upon entering the room. It’s so peaceful. So calm and quiet and maybe when Lex comes back, Clark will ask if he can stay, just because it’s so comfortable where he is and he really doesn’t want to move. It’s a great couch, sofa, thing – but maybe when Lex comes back Clark will suggest that Lex get a smaller one at some point.
It's all well and good to stretch out, but Clark wouldn't mind being that close to Lex either.
Smallville: 'Six Days', '57 Channels'
Harry Potter: Better Living Through Learning Series w/ Kassie – (Harry, Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Oliver & George - so far), ‘Just the Facts', 'April Showers' – also, you know,
ethrosdemon wrote insane H/D for addictedkitten. read it. *all available by using that thing called a scroll bar*
and now there’s THIS:
Better Living Through Learning: George Weasley
There is a child sleeping with his twin, the pictures go wild in a rush of wind. That dark angel he’s shuffling in watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled. – Jeff Buckley ‘Dream Brother’
George has been a half for so long that he suspects if he ever commits to someone in a relationship, he’ll wind up splitting into fourths, or maybe eighths, or some other unit. He’s never done well with the metric system and if he hadn’t had Arithmancy with Fred, he’d probably have failed. Or not. Even at his worst, George still does well - they both do, but their marks tend to be overlooked in light of their pranks and flying toilet seats and red hair.
If it’s got red hair and freckles, it’s a Weasley. If it’s skinny, and looks like carrot with a mouth, it’s a Weasley.
He’s heard it all since he was wee, and he’s not really that bothered. Never has been. Anyone who attempted to wind him up also had to contend with Fred, and sometimes two is better than one. Most times two is better than one, and in his heart Fred doubts he’ll ever get married. For the most part he’s married to Fred and not in that sexual way, but more in that shared brain, Voodoo-books-in-the-Restricted-Section type way.
Fred and George, George and Fred.
George doesn’t mind being a twin. He likes the benefits: sitting in on random lectures, dates with random girls, random accusations and the like. Being Fred is an excellent laugh every now and then, but George isn’t Fred.
George does actually have a second name, and a personality all his own – he’s the one who doesn’t like Chocolate Frogs, and the Canary Cremes were *his* idea.
It’s not that George minds being part of ‘Fred and George’ as much as he’d like a bit more practice at being George Weasley - full stop. Not George and Fred or Fred and George, just George Andrew Weasley end of it. It’s not his fault he’s a twin, course it’s not Fred’s fault either and in their family he reckons everybody’s wished they were an only child at least once. It’s entirely possible that George has wished this more than once, but it’s not that he doesn’t want Fred in his life – he just wonders what it would be like if they were just mates, or maybe cousins.
George can’t actually imagine a life without Fred in it in some way shape or form, but he thinks it’d be nice if people understood that they really aren’t the same person. They’re not a buy-one-get-one-free special. Fred does not equal George, and if you invite one that does not insure getting the other.
To each his own, even if he *is* a twin.
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Couches and Sofas
it’s Jeff Buckley month/year/lifetime on the homestead. This goes out to
rosenho and is inspired by ‘So Real’Clark doubts it qualifies as a sleepover if he falls asleep on the couch. Of course Lex’s couch is probably more comfortable than most beds in Smallville, so it wouldn’t necessarily be bad if Clark fell asleep on it, just inconvenient – as long as he didn’t do something unseemly, like drool.
Not that Clark drools when he sleeps, but he can’t control everything all the time, and he’s still trying to find that photo that Chloe took when she caught him snoozing in the loft.
Fortress of Everybody Look at Clark.
It’s less like a fortress and more like a museum, with him as the only display in the entire place. Clark can’t remember the last time he spent more than 30 minutes in there without somebody stopping in and needing something or wanting something or pushing him out an open window.
Thanks, Tina.
Actually, he should probably thank Tina because she’s indirectly responsible for him being on Lex’s couch right now. Only Lex calls it a sofa, not a couch, and maybe it has to do with being from Metropolis. Chloe calls Clark's couch 'that nasty piece of furniture.' Everybody else Clark knows calls them couches as well. Maybe it has to do with the seating, but Clark associates sofas with those two-seater loveseat type things, and he’s not really thinking about that right now. Please, not with Lex about to come back with coffee. Although if Clark rolls over on his stomach, he can prevent anything truly embarrassing from being seen.
Nevertheless, in Clark’s estimation, sofas are for two, and couches are for more. Lex’s whatever still doesn’t meet the criteria. This sofa thing could comfortably seat at least half the Crows starting string, and maybe Clark will tell Lex that when he comes back from the kitchen. A kitchen that’s bigger than almost all of the Kent’s first floor, and Lex’s *everything* seems to be bigger than Clark’s – but Clark’s not having that thought either. Besides bigger isn’t always better – unless it means Clark can comfortably stretch out without his feet hanging off the edge of the furniture.
Thanks, Lex.
Not that Lex had Clark in mind when he bought this sofa, couch, whatever but it’s nice that Lex lets him use it. More than nice, but that’s Lex, no matter what anyone else says. Anybody else would’ve told Clark to go home; nobody else would ever humor Clark the way Lex does. Anyone other than Lex wouldn’t make jokes about Doublemint twin bank robbers.... although that probably has less to do with Clark and more to do with Lex just not wanting to think about someone else running around with his face on. Not that Clark was ever really that fooled, not after he got pushed through that window at any rate.
Lex would never treat Clark that way, and Lex would never wear cologne. Clark distinctly remembers Tina’s Lex reeking of something dreadful. Lex doesn’t smell dreadful; he smells like spicy food and fresh grass, and Clark isn’t actually sniffing the sofa because that would be so bad.
Clark is obviously tired after saving Lana and saving Whitney and well, pretty much saving everybody except Lex. Which is probably why he should’ve gone home rather than coming up to visit Lex, but he couldn’t help himself, and Lex didn’t say anything. He never told Clark to leave. Lex just led Clark to his living... entertainment... the big room with the TV and the sofa and motioned for Clark to make himself at home. Clark doesn't remember Lex saying much, but then again Clark only knows that Lex wasn't wearing shoes or socks.
Lex barefoot. Wow.
Anyway, it’s a nice sofa. Soft like suede or brushed cotton or flannel, and Clark wasn’t going to stretch out on it, but Lex said something about coffee and who knows how long he'll be. Clark must be exhausted because *Lex* has gone off to get Clark something to drink, and Clark is just lying on the sofa, half dead, enjoying the crackling of a fire he didn’t notice upon entering the room. It’s so peaceful. So calm and quiet and maybe when Lex comes back, Clark will ask if he can stay, just because it’s so comfortable where he is and he really doesn’t want to move. It’s a great couch, sofa, thing – but maybe when Lex comes back Clark will suggest that Lex get a smaller one at some point.
It's all well and good to stretch out, but Clark wouldn't mind being that close to Lex either.
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Date: 2002-09-05 06:31 pm (UTC)*Sigh* I just have a silly 'thing' for the boys sniffing each other. Stupid Smallville, giving me dumb gay sniffing fetished!
Anyhoo, both stories, very nice. Is it wrong of me to come to know HP this way, insead of through the books?
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Date: 2002-09-06 10:04 am (UTC)yes, smallville is truly the home of the random fetish.
Is it wrong of me to come to know HP this way, insead of through the books?
i don't think it's *wrong* per se, but i certainly think it might help. having said that though, i bet it makes it far easier not to think every five seconds 'oh god, but they're only XX years old.' *vbg*
Guuuuuh ...
Date: 2002-09-05 06:43 pm (UTC)No, Clark. It is gooooooood.
And Lex padding around barefoot while the fire is roaring. *guh*
Re: Guuuuuh ...
Date: 2002-09-06 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-05 07:54 pm (UTC)I'm sure Lex wouldn't mind either. Yay for couche--er--sofas.
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Date: 2002-09-06 10:07 am (UTC)Lex barefoot.
Date: 2002-09-05 10:36 pm (UTC)All this and more came to mind while reading this. *Lovely*, m'dear, very evocative and, as always, with the tinge of humour that makes me very happy.
Mmm. Get comfy, Clark. ;)
yes. you.
Date: 2002-09-06 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-05 11:47 pm (UTC)2. Ooh, I like. Very subtle. A lot like the show really, in terms of UST and possibility.
...and Lex’s *everything* seems to be bigger than Clark’s...
Mind. Gutter. The end.
...and Clark isn’t actually sniffing the sofa because that would be so bad.
Meep! So cute! Love this.
Lex barefoot. Wow.
Yes. Absolutely. A lot.
Loved this!
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Date: 2002-09-06 10:10 am (UTC)random comment
Date: 2002-09-06 06:54 am (UTC)Sounds quite a bit like the Hello Kitty "back massager wand" that came from Japan a few years ago. Yeah, right, back massager.... It's really a vibrator, pure and simple.. ok, so maybe not so pure, but whatever.
If there's any interest, I'll hunt down the broomstick link - my hubby told me about it the other day (the people at his office just love this story)
... as you were. :)
oh. yes.
Date: 2002-09-06 10:12 am (UTC)If this is what happens when someone hexes Z...
Date: 2002-09-06 12:39 pm (UTC)*le sigh*
You push all the right buttons, babe. Stretched out, relaxing Clark and barefoot Lex. Nummy. Loved this, too:
It’s less like a fortress and more like a museum, with him as the only display in the entire place. Clark can’t remember the last time he spent more than 30 minutes in there without somebody stopping in and needing something or wanting something or pushing him out an open window.
Heee! Very true. Not much solitude to be had there, from what we've seen in the show *wink*
Lovely, as always, doll! *smooch*
there but for the grace of andy go i
Date: 2002-09-06 01:16 pm (UTC)