Um yeah. I just read all the fics here (the angsty part) in one sitting and I swear I'm going to die. It's almost ridiculous how much I love this pairing and how...into the fics I get. I can rant for hours about how Remus hurts and how I hurt for him and all the other angst and junk that comes with loving and losing and getting torn apart. Augh. ( Read more... )

Is it so wrong to love someone who's about 35, not real, gay, taken, and dead? *flail*

I need to write something. Like, something besides a college admissions essay. Fuck, I'll never get out of high school.

My f-list is so depressing. I need to make friends. ~__~

I hate plants.

I spend too much time on purevolume.com. But anyway, I really like
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When I sleep, a film of something forms over my left eyeball so I can't see out of it when I wake up. I think that's bad. Maybe I should see a doctor.

Junior Bach Festival auditions tomorrow. Hopefully I've practiced enough.

Hocrap. At soccer practice today, we played rugby, sans tackling for fear of severe bodily injury. Now I want to form a rugby team. There's a water polo team and a golf team, why not rugby? Aside from the fact that we'd have no other schools to play against. But DAMN it was so much fun. We had no idea what we were doing and basically running around ( Read more... )

He stands amid a sea
Alone with a ball of twine
       casting.

One, and another, and another
       and:
Hoping one may catch so he may have
       a hold,
               Again

But none will catch
And none will hold
And then he is lost;

Inspired by Whitman's A Noiseless Patient Spider with ( Read more... )

A rustle of plastic curtains and a graceful maneuver.

"Sirius get out. Your bloody arse is too big for this shower."

"'Tis not. My arse is the perfect size, thank you, as is everything else on my guh-lorious body."

"Yes well it's quite difficult to soap myself properly with said fat arse shoving me against the damn shower he-aahhhGrin ( Read more... )

It's a faded old cloak, one that has seen far too many winters and far too few cleaning spells. Meticulously sewn patches interrupt the worn black fabric, mending rips and tears with colorful bandages. A yellow flannel square above the knee covers a scrape earned from an untied shoelace, tripped over whilst hiding under an invisible cloak and ( Read more... )

There was no funeral. No burial ceremony, no flowers, no eulogies praising the wronged man trapped within the confines first of Azkaban and then of his own house for the past fifteen years. There wasn’t even a coffin, as there was no body. All that remained of a friend, a fighter, and a lover was a sagging house filled to the brink with grief, a ( Read more... )

If you asked anyone, anyone who knew, mind you, they would tell you that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were so in love and had the perfect relationship ( Read more... )