
Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?
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^-- SO not true.
verbal doodles. my thoughts.



How British are you?
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*more of abaddon's harry/draco fic can be found here.
**Frances' nc-17 version of Resolution is located here in the Files section.
***Nymphaea is worth reading even if you don't like Dragonweed, and ditto for Side by Side

!!!~What Harry Potter Fan Fic Ship Are You?~!!!
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Original - this is harry's journal entry the morning after he and draco have a row.
I had a dream last night, but I don't remember any of it apart from the fact he was in it. I wanted him to be sitting in that chair when I woke up, just as he was six weeks ago. If I'm really honest, I wanted him in bed with me this morning more than anything. When I was lying there on my own, it suddenly occurred to me how lonely I am. Not lonely for friends -- I have friends -- Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Neville, Dean, Colin ... the list is long. But this is a different loneliness, it's wanting to have someone next to you when you wake up in the morning -- wake up anywhere and any when for that matter -- to have someone who is just THERE. Who doesn't keep asking questions or making demands.
But why would I think he could do that? Be that person? Didn't he say he couldn't give me a lifetime commitment and he could only give me last night? Doesn't he just piss me off all the time?
We have NOTHING in common. I don't even know what his likes and dislikes are, do I? His father is a Death Eater for fuck's sake.
Yet I am saying I want to wake up next to him and I couldn't even cope with what he did yesterday. Why is it I can face down Voldemort without flinching, but I can't deal with Draco wanting to kiss me? Does that make me a complete and utter fool? I'm not surprised he left and I'm pretty sure he won't be coming back this time.
But if he did and he said the same things -- that he could only give me this one time -- would I take it?
At the moment I'd take anything. A day. Just an hour. Even a few minutes.
Anything.
Now, my melodramatic me-centered (ooh, alliteration!) version of it. somewhat edited, due to 5th Amendment rights to avoid incriminating myself. [...] denotes that something's been cut from my original (which none of you are oging to see!).
I had a dream last night, but I don't remember any of it apart from the fact he was in it. I wanted him to be sitting in that chair when I woke up, just as he was six weeks ago. If I'm really honest, I wanted him in bed with me this morning more than anything. When I was lying there on my own, it suddenly occurred to me how lonely I am. Not lonely for friends -- I have friends -- Megs, Lizbeth, Alex, Augustus, my laptop, Brain ... the list isn't too long but I do have them. But this is a different loneliness, it's wanting to have someone next to you when you wake up in the morning -- wake up anywhere and any when for that matter -- to have someone who is just THERE. Who doesn't keep asking questions or making demands.
But why would I think he could do that? Be that person? [...] Don't I know that it wouldn't, it couldn't and shouldn't work out?
We have too much in common. [...]
Yet I am saying I want to wake up next to him and I couldn't even cope with what he did in my nocturnal fantasies. Why is it I can run a 300-person convention without flinching, but I can't deal with wanting to kiss him senseless? Does that make me a complete and utter fool? I'm not surprised he's not even looking and I'm pretty sure he won't start.
But if he did and he said the same things that he did in my dreams - snog me endlessly, divinely -- would I take it?
At the moment I'd take anything. A day. Just an hour. Even a few minutes.
Anything.
yes, i realize that my version is abominably worse than Frances'. The cut sections would help a lot in making it more concrete and simply better overall, but those are, um, eliminated due to my 5th Amendment rights. :-P anyway, that was some badly-written fluff (on my part) to balance out the posts from 2 a.m. this morning.
i wouldn't take anything, though. like i said, i'm possessive and i want it all, or nothing. perhaps a modicum of pride is tied up in that refusal to settle for anything less; perhaps it's fear that if it's not MINE, then it'll up and leave me. however, sometimes i think that i could deal with someone who's only occasionally present - that a carpe diem mentality would be alright. if i knew that he weren't going to be entirely devoted from the outset, then i could deal and enjoy whatever time and attention i get. when you stop having expectations of people, life and relationships are easier. i've learned that this year. it's a hedonistic, present focused mindset that refuses to take life too seriously or to fall too deeply into anything. well, the latter half of that last statement isn't true.

Are you a Pirate?
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What Kind of Sleepy Are You?
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it prolly isn't the best idea to be posting this right now (2:01 a.m. PST) - am exhausted, don't particularly feel like restraining self (except about a few things), and so am blurting out whatever's on my mind without writing it well. ugh. ugh.
i'm going to be 18 in a week. whee. hadn't realized that until today that it was so close. i can vote. i can ... um ... gee. drinking's not till 21, although two of my dearest friends seem to want me to get thoroughly sloshed sometime this year.
tired. very. going to go read. no more fanfic tonight - want a tangible sense of pages in my hand. maybe the Smith book i got last weekend?

<Which Slytherin Are YOU?
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*which isn't to say that i dislike listening to my friends or playing angel to them; they're my friends, and what are friends for? it's not an obligation, it's a bond. what i meant is that i won't push myself out there and tack up a 'the psychiatrist is IN' placard above my head. in my egocentric fantasies, i'm comforted, rather than comforting someone else.
Harry came in waves, hot and sweet, crying out as he always did. Draco carried the sound of that wanton cry around with him all day after he had heard it. For hours it lingered in his ears, distracted him from his work. In the beginning, when Harry had first consented to crawl into Draco's bed with him, Draco had been next to useless the following day, though he pretended that he was having trouble deciphering a particular scroll, claimed headaches, illness, insufficient sleep. He had not been able to even momentarily erase the sight of Harry writhing beneath him, his lopsided grin, that cry, those delicious moans, the tensing and relaxing of a thousand muscles pressed against him. Those lips, that tongue, those hands, thighs, his weeping, pulsing erection, all left indelible marks on Draco's soul. For days after that first time, that first time after he had been forgiven, he saw nothing else when he shut his eyes.
And now that cry filled his ears again, and Draco felt it reverberate through him, writing messages on his sinews and tendons, stroking his ego, his soul, organizing his thoughts around itself, preparing for the siege of the day, preparing to hold dominance over all other sounds, all other sensations. It was a sound that etched itself into the matter of his brain. Harry collapsed, quivering, into Draco, who held him with his eyes shut tight. Harry breathed deeply, still shaking for several moments, enveloped in Draco's arms, enveloped in Draco. ... He heard a roaring, like seashells pressed against his ears and he lost track of his limbs, ... his mind temporarily seizing, refusing to give him control. He heard himself speak throaty words, and hoped they weren't comprehensible. He hoped they weren't as raw and rawly pathetic as they must be, as he felt himself caught entirely open, entirely submitting, entirely in love, overcome and wholly within and outside himself at the same time. Again his arms were full of Harry. They breathed, shivered, mingled sweat.
Belong (and Origins and Haven, the preceding fics) is an excellent, well-written fic. I feel like i should say that because a) it's true; b) i'm afraid that after reading this section people might think it's nothing but smut. it's one of those fics where the sex reveals much about the characters' personalities. so go read it! (read Origins, then Haven, then Belong. life makes more sense that way.)
urm. oops. i just checked at the PSA and Origins isn't up there anymore because Ivy's in the process of re-writing it. So go read Haven and then Belong. You can find some of Ivy's fics here.
smelling your scent in a room is like coming home. it wraps around me in a feeling of almost tangible warmth - i can feel it like an embrace of air and green tea leaves enveloping me and penetrating my stress, my tension with soothing heat. it's gentle and whenever the scent comes near me, it lifts my mood. it's like green tea, it's like old colognes from clear, antique bottles, it's a personal insignia that nothing could ever replicate, it's more lasting than a beautiful face or monogrammed silk. it's you and it lifts me whenever i smell it because it makes me think of you. it brings recollections, images and the feel and the sense of you to me.
* usual exceptions apply.