"it's hard to find good h/d writers these days." - Sam, TheWhiteProphet, on 7/10/2002
loftily: CAN WE ALL HAVE A FANDOM REVIVAL PARTY?
I have been thinking about Harry+Slughorn (NOT ACTUAL SEX OK) since the movie :|
samenashi: now all i can think of is that one fic involving slughorn, and pineapple, and someone's anus
bookshop: remember marysia's fic with draco and the cucumber
loftily: I will never forget Harry and the flobberworms
samenashi: ME NEITHER. SOME THINGS ( Read more... )
I have been thinking about Harry+Slughorn (NOT ACTUAL SEX OK) since the movie :|
samenashi: now all i can think of is that one fic involving slughorn, and pineapple, and someone's anus
bookshop: remember marysia's fic with draco and the cucumber
loftily: I will never forget Harry and the flobberworms
samenashi: ME NEITHER. SOME THINGS ( Read more... )
FROM 2007, BITCHES (SORRY I DELETED IT, I REALLY AM SORRY):
I wasn't going to post this until after DH had been distributed to the masses, but Reena wanted it now. Look, I'm really torn up about the end of Harry Potter in general, and the canon and fandom I love, and H/D is really just a small piece of it, but I've already gone into a fit with Reena over and over again about how I can't bear all of this ending. So this bit is just about H/D. It's not all I care about, by far, it's just . . . something I wanted to say.
You’re not over, not to me. It's not denial or canon-hate or revisionist reading. I'm just refusing to forget these things. I’m just choosing to believe that it’s not over for the two of you, not really, that it won't ever be that easy.
This is us, Potter. We’ll never be quits. Never.
Because I know in my heart that somewhere, Ron is clearing the windows of the Great Hall, and you’re sitting together at the staff table with no telling what the future will hold. You’re meeting tonight on the fifth floor of the Astronomy Tower. You’re in love in New York at Christmastime; you’re having fight-sex on the Quidditch field. You’re kissing in the Shrieking Shack, and saying, ‘I want to learn the words,’ and standing in the House of Black looking at the tapestry together because you’re free, and free to choose each other.
You’re watching each other play baseball. You’re wearing leather pants. Harry, you’re blasting a hole in the wall so Draco can see your bed from the couch. Draco, you’re standing in the Great Hall reading out loud. You’re both lying in your bed from Florence, staring up at the enchanted ceiling, feeling like you’re swimming in your own private lake. You’re dancing slowly in a storeroom, trying not to kiss. You’re writing epic poetry. You’re kissing each other in the halls while Hogwarts floods. You’re kissing for the first time in a passage back from Hogsmeade. You’re lying in a boat on the lake with a nose-biting teacup. You’re getting married. You are married. You’re sitting companionably at a Muggle bar because neither of you can stand the Wizarding World post-war. You’re playing Quidditch together in an alternate universe. You're telling each other at breakfast, and on the train, and at the station.
I'll see you on 31 July, Draco.
See you then, Unscarhead.
You’re falling asleep together. Harry, you’ve sent Draco a Falmouth Falcons flag. Draco, you’ve given him a ring with amethysts and emerald. You’re both at 4 Privet Drive. You’re wanking in a Hogwarts bathroom. You’re racing for the Snitch. You’re racing in a getaway car. You’re Auror partners. You're in San Francisco. You’re drinking mai tais or Butterbooze or sad pints in empty bars. You’re wandering around Hogwarts under the Invisibility Cloak. You’re both dead but you’re together in your portraits. You’re having kinky sex with Cho when you really just want each other. You’re sneaking around behind your friends’ backs. You have get togethers with your friends every week and watch television. You’re in love. You love each other. You’re the best friend the other’s ever had.
You're dancing to Ravel. You're wearing handcuffs. You're going cow tipping on your first date. You're paired together in Potions. You're working on Astronomy at Dogear Wryde. One of you is part-Veela. You're fighting over Potter's letter. You're bound together by magic. You're learning about golf. You're waking up together and making out behind a Muggle gay bar and you're having coffin!sex and Veela!sex and oral sex in the Slytherin common room with the help of pixie dust. You're flying and Potter's a Snidget. You're sneering at each other. You're holding hands. You're forever talking about meeting in the robe shop and the scorned handshake.
You're practicing Defense together. You're learning about the Dark Arts. You're riding the same broomstick. You're chatting online. You're having sex to save the world. You don't do well without each other.
It's all there, all of this, as long as we remember it. And I'm not letting go.
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HEY SAMMY CAN WE SERIOUSLY DO THIS :(
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:( i think it would be really magical to know that at any given moment all across the world my four friends and i were connected through our matching hp tattoos.
DON'T YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE MAGICAL.
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you break me into pieces
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HOW COME WHEN I ASK YOU IF WE CAN STILL DO THIS YOU'RE LIKE "NO >:(" BUT THEN WHEN KARA ASKS YOU, YOU'RE LIKE "WHAT SHOULD WE GET :D"
>:E
i bet if eddy asked you, you'd be on your way to a tat shop right now
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maybe we can all get lightning bolt scars
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PURPLE COMIC SANS, SAM
and a picture of Boyd Holbrook's face
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