HAI GAIS. Okay, so
yeats and I are having a fucking amazingface, pathetichead conversation right now that could have happened about 5 years ago, back when Remus/Sirius fandom was experiencing a bit of a "heyday", and everything was still relatively hunky-dory, and like, stuff was still REALLY ANGSTY AND SHIT but at least NOBODY WAS DEAD OR STRAIGHT YET
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Here, have an unfinished fic snippet, which will probably never be finished because I have no idea what the plot was supposed to be:
Remus sat by the side of the road and glared at Sirius, who was arguing with the Muggle who ran the repair shop. This was a neat trick, given Sirius's utter failure to speak Italian, but he seemed to be making do by waving his arms and shouting.
"My motorcycle broke down," he shouted. "My -- motorcycle -- broke -- down."
Remus thought about mentioning, for the tenth time, that Sirius's motorcycle was unlikely to run no matter what the Muggle did to it, as his expertise surely didn't include restoring flying charms. Instead he leaned back on the grass. Do you feel like going for a ride on the motorcycle? Sunday we'll have a picnic in the country, Sirius had said. What could go wrong?"I should learn," Remus said out loud to the puffy clouds overhead. "One of these times I should learn ( ... )
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"One of these times I should learn."
AMEN REMUS.
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HE SHOULD LEARN. But he doesn't. ♥
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WIN. WIN SO HARD.
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And in what other fandom can two British guys fly to Italy on a motorcycle for a Sunday afternoon picnic. And then after smutty adventures, shrink the machine, put it in their pocket and apperate home. Is it any wonder that THIS fandom has such a hold on so many imaginations?
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I *heart* that so much. Beause, really, don't we all sometimes have that thought about our partner in one way or another?
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