Once more with howling
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hackthis_archive1) andy wrote me fastlane. oh, the love.
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silviakundera’s got the ron/hermione bug, and holographis is firing at her normal level of HP amazingness.
3) I rewatched ‘Tempest’ last night for the first time in ages. Oh, we are one with the love. Lex is THE MAN!
That is all. Well, except for this…
SV: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown
Nineteen different pills for nineteen years, and sadly, Lex is only out of it for ten days as opposed to the nineteen he’s going for. It’s disappointing and it ruins the theme.
Lex likes his birthdays to have themes. He gets that from his mother.
She was big on themes too, just not the same kind as her son; and Lex is big on themes. His whole life is a Greek theme, and Lex has themes of his own: cars, boys, girls, drugs, traveling. The more illegal the better, the more illicit the better, the more immoral – well, not as though Lex has morals anyway.
This year, though, Lex has a new theme – power.
This will be Lex’s year. Nineteen is when he will take charge, when he will come to power. This will be the year that his father starts paying attention to him and showing Lex some fucking respect.
Nineteen will be the year that Lex gets his shit together.
It will be the year that Lex finally learns what the hell normal means, and maybe it will be the one year that goes right. Lex knows it has to start somewhere.
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HP: Waiting on a Friend
Ron saw her in the mirror. He lied to Harry about it.
Not that in the grand scheme of things it was that big a lie, he’s told far bigger ones, but still. It was a lie, and if Ron could only confess to Harry then maybe he could tell her too, but that’s just wishful thinking.
He tried to turn Scabbers yellow when really he was already yellow enough for both of them, and at least now Ron knows why that spell didn’t work. The spell wasn’t supposed to turn an animagus a separate color, bloody details.
Stupid, traitorous rats.
It’s always about the detail though, and yeah, he’s not really surprised. She’s always going on about details. Maybe if she paid attention to his details she’d already know he fancied her, and he wouldn’t be all out of sorts like this.
He’s been waiting on her for ages.
He can barely sleep any more and forget about lessons. Sitting next to her is a nightmare, and if it weren’t for his robes – second hand and all – he’d’ve embarrassed himself even more than he already has.
Ron’s never been good with the opposite sex. Not that he hasn’t had his fair share of attention, but it never seemed right. It was never her; and it never will be if he doesn’t get up off his arse. Except, he’s not afraid as much as he’s, well, petrified because what if it goes pear-shaped? What if she laughs at him?
Worse. What if she simply rolls her eyes and starts explaining to him why it will never work. Why she could never want him because he’s not smart enough, handsome enough, famous enough, rich enough… and no, this is Hermione so she’d never be that blunt, but those ideas would be the underlying truth of the matter even if she fobbed him off with something about saving their friendship.
Ron doesn’t want to her friend.
Ron has been keen on Hermione since she first took charge of the Great Trevor Hunt, and he has yet to be able to tell her. Not because she’s his friend and Harry’s friend and the top of their class, but because he lied to Harry in their first year and still hasn’t forgotten. Because it’s too late to be Head Boy and Quidditch captain, but it’s not too late to have what he really wants.
Ron saw himself with Hermione in the Mirror of Erised back in their first year, and he hasn’t been able to think of anyone else since.
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SV: Sympathy for the Devil
Everything comes to Lex in time, but this isn’t coming.
Maybe Lex doesn’t want it to come. Maybe it just can’t come. Some people are immune to feeling. Look at Lionel.
Lionel can be in pain, in power, in apoplectic rage, but there are some things that even he can’t muster.
He never even asks if Lex is all right, and Lex doubts that his father has ever sympathized with anyone, for anyone, even Lex’s mother.
Lionel probably doesn’t even know what the word means. Perhaps empathize might be in his lexicon, but that’s probably only in relation to business deals and that’s only when he wins.
Lionel doesn’t lose. Lionel doesn’t want sympathy.
Which makes it very hard for Lex to understand why he’s wasting time crouched down next to his father, bleeding all over everything, and telling his father he’ll be okay.
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HP: Get Off My Cloud
If he wasn’t the one shagging Oliver, Marcus suspects he’d be really jealous of himself. Actually, he knows he’d be really jealous because he’s heard the murmuring in the halls and the speculation on Wood’s sexuality, and everyone has it wrong. Obviously the world is doomed to fuck all if these eejits are the future of the wizarding world and they can’t tell that he and Wood are well, what they are.
Shagging, fucking, other bollocks that only girls think about. Point in fact, not just stuff that girls think about as Marcus has heard some of his deepest desires discussed openly on the Quidditch field, and he's well... curious.
They’ll have to try some of it out on Marcus' Firebolt at some point because Marcus knows that Wood is game; and Marcus never thought that much about Ravenclaws until their latest line-up professed an overwhelming admiration for the Gryffindor Keeper.
Wood belongs to Marcus.
He likes to think that he made that point rather clear when the newest Ravenclaw Chaser met up with the same stand three times and eventually had to be carted off to the infirmary. Marcus would’ve waited until later to make his point, but she was a girl and so Marcus couldn’t just beat her senseless, but still he had to defend Wood’s honour.
Not that Wood has much honour. Not that Marcus does either, but Wood belongs to him. No one else. Everyone else can just keep their hands off.
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2)
silviakundera’s got the ron/hermione bug, and holographis is firing at her normal level of HP amazingness.3) I rewatched ‘Tempest’ last night for the first time in ages. Oh, we are one with the love. Lex is THE MAN!
That is all. Well, except for this…
SV: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown
Nineteen different pills for nineteen years, and sadly, Lex is only out of it for ten days as opposed to the nineteen he’s going for. It’s disappointing and it ruins the theme.
Lex likes his birthdays to have themes. He gets that from his mother.
She was big on themes too, just not the same kind as her son; and Lex is big on themes. His whole life is a Greek theme, and Lex has themes of his own: cars, boys, girls, drugs, traveling. The more illegal the better, the more illicit the better, the more immoral – well, not as though Lex has morals anyway.
This year, though, Lex has a new theme – power.
This will be Lex’s year. Nineteen is when he will take charge, when he will come to power. This will be the year that his father starts paying attention to him and showing Lex some fucking respect.
Nineteen will be the year that Lex gets his shit together.
It will be the year that Lex finally learns what the hell normal means, and maybe it will be the one year that goes right. Lex knows it has to start somewhere.
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HP: Waiting on a Friend
Ron saw her in the mirror. He lied to Harry about it.
Not that in the grand scheme of things it was that big a lie, he’s told far bigger ones, but still. It was a lie, and if Ron could only confess to Harry then maybe he could tell her too, but that’s just wishful thinking.
He tried to turn Scabbers yellow when really he was already yellow enough for both of them, and at least now Ron knows why that spell didn’t work. The spell wasn’t supposed to turn an animagus a separate color, bloody details.
Stupid, traitorous rats.
It’s always about the detail though, and yeah, he’s not really surprised. She’s always going on about details. Maybe if she paid attention to his details she’d already know he fancied her, and he wouldn’t be all out of sorts like this.
He’s been waiting on her for ages.
He can barely sleep any more and forget about lessons. Sitting next to her is a nightmare, and if it weren’t for his robes – second hand and all – he’d’ve embarrassed himself even more than he already has.
Ron’s never been good with the opposite sex. Not that he hasn’t had his fair share of attention, but it never seemed right. It was never her; and it never will be if he doesn’t get up off his arse. Except, he’s not afraid as much as he’s, well, petrified because what if it goes pear-shaped? What if she laughs at him?
Worse. What if she simply rolls her eyes and starts explaining to him why it will never work. Why she could never want him because he’s not smart enough, handsome enough, famous enough, rich enough… and no, this is Hermione so she’d never be that blunt, but those ideas would be the underlying truth of the matter even if she fobbed him off with something about saving their friendship.
Ron doesn’t want to her friend.
Ron has been keen on Hermione since she first took charge of the Great Trevor Hunt, and he has yet to be able to tell her. Not because she’s his friend and Harry’s friend and the top of their class, but because he lied to Harry in their first year and still hasn’t forgotten. Because it’s too late to be Head Boy and Quidditch captain, but it’s not too late to have what he really wants.
Ron saw himself with Hermione in the Mirror of Erised back in their first year, and he hasn’t been able to think of anyone else since.
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SV: Sympathy for the Devil
Everything comes to Lex in time, but this isn’t coming.
Maybe Lex doesn’t want it to come. Maybe it just can’t come. Some people are immune to feeling. Look at Lionel.
Lionel can be in pain, in power, in apoplectic rage, but there are some things that even he can’t muster.
He never even asks if Lex is all right, and Lex doubts that his father has ever sympathized with anyone, for anyone, even Lex’s mother.
Lionel probably doesn’t even know what the word means. Perhaps empathize might be in his lexicon, but that’s probably only in relation to business deals and that’s only when he wins.
Lionel doesn’t lose. Lionel doesn’t want sympathy.
Which makes it very hard for Lex to understand why he’s wasting time crouched down next to his father, bleeding all over everything, and telling his father he’ll be okay.
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HP: Get Off My Cloud
If he wasn’t the one shagging Oliver, Marcus suspects he’d be really jealous of himself. Actually, he knows he’d be really jealous because he’s heard the murmuring in the halls and the speculation on Wood’s sexuality, and everyone has it wrong. Obviously the world is doomed to fuck all if these eejits are the future of the wizarding world and they can’t tell that he and Wood are well, what they are.
Shagging, fucking, other bollocks that only girls think about. Point in fact, not just stuff that girls think about as Marcus has heard some of his deepest desires discussed openly on the Quidditch field, and he's well... curious.
They’ll have to try some of it out on Marcus' Firebolt at some point because Marcus knows that Wood is game; and Marcus never thought that much about Ravenclaws until their latest line-up professed an overwhelming admiration for the Gryffindor Keeper.
Wood belongs to Marcus.
He likes to think that he made that point rather clear when the newest Ravenclaw Chaser met up with the same stand three times and eventually had to be carted off to the infirmary. Marcus would’ve waited until later to make his point, but she was a girl and so Marcus couldn’t just beat her senseless, but still he had to defend Wood’s honour.
Not that Wood has much honour. Not that Marcus does either, but Wood belongs to him. No one else. Everyone else can just keep their hands off.
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Date: 2002-09-23 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-23 03:24 pm (UTC)that's what i like to hear, not that you like my writing but that you're getting out your funk. down with the funk. okay, that's not quite how i meant it, but yes, hygeine is important as well. okay, yes, horrid joke i know. right, but you know, ron-fic so do be happy. okay?
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Date: 2002-09-23 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-23 03:26 pm (UTC)see, even i'm good sometimes.
Harry who was too famous to believe anyone ever would love him for him.
oh, god can i write this please? angsting harry who will never ever trust anyone enough think that they love him for his sorry self and not the legend. i shall call it 'the legend of a boy.' yes, okay. happy now.
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Date: 2002-09-23 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-23 01:51 pm (UTC)And you do me up some evil so good, too.
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Date: 2002-09-23 03:27 pm (UTC)about as subtle as a stampede i tell you.
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Date: 2002-09-23 05:01 pm (UTC)The Lex fic was intriguing, and I'd be interested in seeing more.
The R/Hr proves to me that my friends list is ganging up on me in an attempt to get me to like R/Hr, and dammit, it's working. Which is to say, good fic, and the ending just killed me. You totally captured Ron's insecurity.
Sympathy for the Devil is one of those ficlets that really brings it together for me, and slides neatly into canon, improving it. You write Lex so well.
And more M/O! ::dance of joy:: Possessive!Marcus is great, and totally something I can see.
Marcus would’ve waited until later to make his point, but she was a girl and so Marcus couldn’t just beat her senseless, but still he had to defend Wood’s honour.
Ha! That's fantastic.
::claps::
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Date: 2002-09-23 05:42 pm (UTC)I have a job, but I tend to work rather fast, and as these are only drabbles they take me like 15-20 minutes each. (It shows). Eventually, I will write a proper story again. *g*
I understand your qualms about the R/Hm, but really, look at the movie it's so flaming obvious. He's crazy about her and she likes his red hair. *g* Oh, no that's just me.
Now as for M/O, I've been talking to
They are so shagging! Really.
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Date: 2002-09-24 11:28 am (UTC)OMG, I love you Z! Marry me?
Marcus would’ve waited until later to make his point, but she was a girl and so Marcus couldn’t just beat her senseless, but still he had to defend Wood’s honour.
Not that Wood has much honour. Not that Marcus does either, but Wood belongs to him. No one else. Everyone else can just keep their hands off.
More M/O I say!
I had a dream about you and Kassie:
I had a dream that K and Z came to see me. We were at a bar, and a lad grabbed me near the pool table. I dropped him to his knees.
Kassie were standing next to his friend, and said, "How about this one Rabbit? You like troll blood." [an obvious Anti-Marcus sentiment!! traitor]
Z pointed out one of his cute blonde friends and we let him come along, but made him answer to Draco all night.
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Date: 2002-09-24 11:45 am (UTC)now, as for this much needed party between you, K and I - the comment about troll blood, priceless. i'm howling here, but yes, i think we definitely need to find a draco of our own.
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Date: 2002-09-26 04:37 pm (UTC)I love this title. LOVE it.
HP: Waiting on a Friend
eeeeeee! Oh, rapture! Oh, joy! Oh, I never ever get any good h/r to read!
And that was exactly how I like them. Oh, the first line. eep! I knew it would be good just from reading that. Kicked off the narration all sharp and making me wiggle with delight. They're such a fine line to walk, really. They could be too corny, a bit cheesy, a bit too much fluff. But oh, when a person does it RIGHT. I get all, "awwww" and swoony. And man, you wrote a Ron I don't want to punch in the face. Go you!
Because it’s too late to be Head Boy and Quidditch captain, but it’s not too late to have what he really wants.
oh, you KILL ME. Man, am such a romantic sap if you lead me into it. *flails*
HP: Get Off My Cloud
And violent!Marcus. Yum! Possessive!mean!Marcus. Yay! My favorite kind. *grins* All confident and straight into what he wants and knowing how to get it. *swoons*
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Date: 2002-09-27 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-27 09:16 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-27 04:23 pm (UTC)well thank you, dahlink, i think you're pretty fabulous too. now go write M/O!
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Date: 2002-09-26 04:40 pm (UTC)Which makes it very hard for Lex to understand why he’s wasting time crouched down next to his father, bleeding all over everything, and telling his father he’ll be okay.
That's how it is with Lex, man. I go from "rowr! sexay bitch!" to wanting to give him a big fucking hug.