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Ooo-kay. The connection comes and goes - as to say it'll be quite hard to do anything constructive (yeah, as if I would have anyway), some parts of my anatomy declared war and are trying to mutiny, so the only things I'm able to think of right now are all the ways I could cut said parts off, plus I stumbled on a couple of txt files, so this is the story of why these are here.

Honestly, I'm just trying to keep myself busy somehow, so you can be sure that I won't be hurt at all if you'll just skip it altogether. ;P


( ... )

( ... n°2 )

Blame it on Pearl Jam's "Indifference" (also a bit on Puddle of Mudd's "Blurry", let's be honest) and on JKR's interview. (A very old one, don't get excited. =P)


( The sad part, in death, is not... )

During my lunch break (break from what, I wonder) I was looking at the theater's program for this year.

The description to one of the plays starts this way: "Gabriele Lavia, one of the most prestigious voices of the Italian theater, ..."

I didn't even finish the first sentence, that I had already decided I wanted to see the play. Probably I would have thought of going anyway, since I never saw Moliere's "The Miser" and I'm curious, but still.

Is it even possible to have a voice fetish?



ETA: I'm oddly productive, lately. I wonder how long this will last. But anyway, I wrote a new hp100 drabble. Feel more than free to review. XD

Spamming time! I know I could simply edit the last post, but..
Anyway, a drabble, still post-Shack. This could be somehow related to this one..

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"You didn't mean to hurt me." His voice was still cold, still distant.

"No! No! I didn't, I swear, I didn't want to!"

"The point is," went on Remus, voice forbidding and stressing every word, "You did it once, Sirius. There is every chance you will do it again. Who will be next, Sirius? Lucius Malfoy? Oh, but I don't know what use it would be. Given his proximity to Severus, with every chance he already knows."

Sirius was staring at him, jaw slack, eyes hurting. His lips moved as if to form words, but all that came out was some strangled noise.

"I would be very disappointed in you, were you to choose Goyle or Crabbe. I’m inclined to think they don't even know what a werewolf is."

What hurted more, Sirius decided, even more than the flat tone of Remus' voice, was the look in his eyes. One would think he was talking about sodding weather.

"Or maybe Nott. He may have brains enough to get a little fright--"

"STOP IT!" shouted the other, voice quavering. Remus closed his mouth. His eyes shut as well.

"What do you want me to say?"

Sirius would have thought it had been him to talk, for that question was pounding in his mind at that moment, but the voice was too calm to be his own. Too sad, too resigned.

"What do you want me to say, Sirius? What do you want me to do? To smile? To look at you and tell you that everything is forgiven? Friends don't lie to each other, Sirius. But I don't know if we are anymore."

Sirius found himself regretting the cold tone of before, the one cut to hurt. This was a honest one. And some truths are too hard to take.

Both raised their head and looked at each other, gazes oddly similar.

Once again, Remus went past him, shoulders brushing. Sirius' hand went to his arm.

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So, what do you think? Honestly?

Well. I can't bring myself to do anything else than copying down something I wrote some (two) days ago. I meant it to be the beginning of the The Attack Of The Rabid Plotbunny, but it ended up being too different from it. Sirius' pov.
As usual, I don't like it, and this is exactly why I am posting it.

( As simple as that )

My brain is away at the moment, so if you want to leave a message, wait for the sound signal.

*beeep*

Now, Sere, please don't get mad at me and don't try to bite my head off. Really. Because after reading some fics that I liked really a lot (thanks Daddy XD), a ficlet found his way out. Completely of its own mind, I assure you, but.. I didn't have the heart to send it away! Even if it is a SS/HP..
gothikmaus, can I count on your opinion? ^^"

( SS/HP, Untitled )

There. Just an attempt.

Time for a little game.. Below there's a drabble. The contents are not important, it's more of a "style exercise". Writing it I used some tricks (limitations, shall we say) and I challenge you to find them. There are two to pick up.

( Untitled, still )

A hint: it's not important the number of words. Try to listen for the rhythm, look through the lines. Come on, it's not that difficult.. *grin*


Yes, I'm sick and I have time to waste. Actually I don't, but I know it sounds like I do. But this idea kept nagging at my mind since when Emanuele made me listen one of Tool's songs.. And if anyone knows them, I've said too much.
(Anyway, it's strange how he immediately translated the group's name in, well, cock. When I didn't think of it at all. Soothing to see I'm not the one who "double-mean" everything, even if someone else tells me otherwise at least once a day. =P)

Drabble. Just because I don't seem to have anything better to do (which I have, btw =.=), I won't stop spamming my lj. XP

( Trying to imagine )

Ok, my english is quite rough, still.. =__= I have to work on that. (And on the "I think"s that are overrunning all the piece..)
Probably it's clear enough, I don't know, but it's from Peter's pov. It wasn't intended to be this way - it started as Sirius talking about Remus post-Gof, then during MWPP days, then I scrapped Sirius altogether - I don't see neither him or James as thoughtful types (I'm not saying they don't want to understand Remus. They just do it, without thinking over it.) So I thought of Peter. He's not one of my fav characters, he's never been, yet I don't agree with the characterization he often get in MWPP fics. He's either a poor, pathetic little thing loathed and alienated by his own friends, or already a evil double crosser. The second one is just impossible, and for a simple reason: Sirius switched with him, yes, because no one would have thought of Peter.. but if this was the only reason, he could have picked up another member of the Order. Don't we forget that James was like a brother, to Sirius; and you entrust with your brother's life only persons you actually trust, and trust a lot.
And, by the way, I don't think Peter able to pretend for such a long time as seven or more years. So, what is he? Perhaps just a little man, scared shitless, probably all too aware of his own scarce possibilities and lack of strenght. And in that he's just like a lot of other people, truth to be told. As far as I know, even I could act like him. I can't be sure I won't. Hell, I don't think I would, and surely I don't absolutely want to, but I've never been in a real, extended danger of life, I've never seen (thanks God) people I know and love fall one by one. I don't want to be like him, but I could be. Fear is a vicious thing.
And I run off on veritable tangents, sometimes. ^^"