February 2012
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Try To Stay Calm, Try To Stay Dry || Twins
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
“Oh,” murmured Fred to the still mewling cat. “Here we go.”
George retched and Fred winced, only because the splatter of vomit wasn’t all that appealing to listen to. It was ok for a moment until the scent hit him, and he had to raise his arm and block his nose with the rain-wet fabric of his still-worn coat. Otherwise, he said nothing, nor did his eyes. He held no...
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Try To Stay Calm, Try To Stay Dry || Twins
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
His thumb sealed the gauze against George’s head gently, testing initially, before he reached for the gauze tape, pulling it onto his lap. He worked on cutting strips, mentally measured long enough to keep the gauze to George’s head, only-half listening as he went on. He sounded out of it, as if there was no grip on the words he was speaking. Task done, he turned to his...
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Try To Stay Calm, Try To Stay Dry || Twins
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
“There ya go,” Praised Fred, thumb stroking the unharmed temple. “Suck it up, Buttercup.” His hands moved with a gentler stroke now, intending to soothe since George had grown used to the nipping peroxide. He cleaned the site, rather pleased with how little blood there actually was but none too content at the goose-egg that had grown. Because of it, he was careful not...
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Try To Stay Calm, Try To Stay Dry || Twins
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
“Whatcha fell over for, ya dummy?” Although the words could sound harsh to other ears, they were with great affections for George. He moved him back, having noted the way a leg had moved to brace an uncoordinated body, and guided him to sit on the toilet. He didn’t relinquish the grip on his twins’ biceps until he was sure George wouldn’t suddenly keel over. He still...
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Try To Stay Calm, Try To Stay Dry || Twins
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
His night had been… intriguing.
It had begun with a cruddy bout of rain that water-logged his fags and him in the process. Then a pretty blonde thing with tiny tits invited him up for tea and proceeded to lounge around, in his presence still, naked as the day she was born. It certainly had been something to scoff at, seeing as he didn’t particularly fancy the wiles of...
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Try To Stay Calm, Try To Stay Dry || Twins
The window of the cab was cool on his temple, cool enough to soothe just a bit. Not soothe the lump on the other side that he could feel just above his left eyebrow, or the sting in his eye that came from the colors of dingy crimson and copper, but rather just the knowledge of the fact that there was something wrong in his head. How the thing that sat upon his neck and shoulders felt pressured,...
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Before We Turn To Stone || George and Ginny
ginevra-m:
Where was it? Where had she put it?
Ginny was manic, tearing apart everything in her room, trying to figure out where the fuck she had hidden her stash. It was usually kept in the same place - in a shoe box that she shoved underneat her bed. How her mother hadn’t found it after all this time, Ginny had no idea; it wasn’t as though it was very subtle. Anyone who knew her in the...
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Alabaster || George and Luna
The nights in which he didn’t sleep were happening more often than not, even as the brunt of the affects receded. As much as he hated to think about it, it had consumed his thoughts for the time being, and he figured… what else did he have to think about? What did he have to dream about, aspire to, plan and work for and live? Not much. In retrospect, there really wasn’t much...
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Before We Turn To Stone || George and Ginny
It had become increasingly difficult to force himself to get out of bed in the morning.
For the last week, lethargy had crept over him like a heavy, wet, woolen blanket and he didn’t care that the fabric was cold; it was poisonous enough to steal his will to shrug it off. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was slow. It was slow, and tiresome, regardless of the sleep he managed to get. Some...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Red grabbed the bag from Lee and muttered a thank you before exiting the store. Lee stepped out after him. The rain was a roaring cacophony of noises as it pounded down on different surfaces. He regretted not buying a flimsy umbrella, but he wasn’t giving Mr. Unhospitality another cent. He flipped his collar back up and inhaled sharply— he’d forgotten about his shoulder. At...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Lee scribbled a bit more in the notepad while Red shifted through the boxes. The clerk was still glaring. Lee frowned and shook his head, but continued writing. He was going to buy the stupid notebook. Bloody annoying clerks and their judgmental glares. It wasn’t Red or his fault it was a mess out there. They hadn’t wanted to bring it in here, butthe nosy clerk had to deal...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Red did not look well. He was still unsteady. Or maybe Lee’s unintentional nettling of his disposition made him seem more worn. The blood on his forehead and the mud clinging to his clothes didn’t aid Lee in determining what state Red was in either. Lee wondered if he was a similar sight to behold. His gaze drifted to the direction they had come in. They’d created a muddy...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Red briefly turned, radiating displeasure. He didn’t answer, but chose to move out of the deluge and into the brightly lit store. Lee followed him in. Lee hadn’t realized how miserably and thoroughly water-logged he was until he had a measure of dryness with which to compare his own state. His socks squished water with every step and the added weight of water soaked up by...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Staying dry was a lost cause. He’d landed in a puddle, sat in the rain, and now he was kneeling on the ground soaking up water from multiple directions. His newly reclaimed hat helped keep the rain out of his eyes, but it didn’t help him see through the grey curtain of rain rain any better. Damn. The red-haired man was bleeding.
“A drin— No, I don’t want a fucking drink,...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Lee squinted at the tiny screen and wiped away the splotches of rain. It sounded like whispering and Lee wondered what was so interesting rain had to whisper about it all the time. The street was marked with potholes and Lee grumbled every time he stumbled into a new one. He only made it half-way across the street. A coat wearing figure darted out of the grey. A hand gripped...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
Lee watched cars zoom past on the street, sending ripples through the tiny lakes that had sprung up out of no where, and spraying water up into the air. He still hadn’t decided which way was home. He looked up at the grey sky. Why did it have to be so dreary all the time? Things would be so much more pleasant if people really could scold the sun for sleepin’ on the job. He...
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Raindrops Are Falling On My Head || George and Lee
whatisariveroftruth:
“So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun and I said I didn’t like the way he got things done, sleepin’ on the job. Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fall—” Lee’s feet tangled on the cord of the microphone, he grabbed onto the microphone stand, but it crashed to the floor with him. There was feedback and shuffling noises as Lee untangled himself. He wiggled...
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Careless In Our Summer Clothes || George and...
alecto-fucking-carrow:
The man’s face was a mask of pleasure: all open, slick lips and a furrowed brow. He looked at Alecto from under hooded eyes and she felt like the fourth wall was falling; felt like this was a play. This game – of sex, of laughing and pretending she was as young as she should be, without the weight of madness and the world sitting on her fucking shoulders, without other...
January 2012
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Take Yourself to Higher Places | Luna and George
loon-a:
War. That’s what it felt like. Everyone always asked what it fucking felt like and that seemed to be a sufficient enough answer. A war between yes and no, right and wrong—all in the depths of her very own brain. It was a constant battle between wanting to grab hold of someone, tell them everything, try to find solace or to shut the entire god damned world out. Right now, the latter seemed...
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Anonymous asked: YOU SMELL FUNNY
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Anonymous asked: Fuck me
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Take Yourself to Higher Places | Luna and George
loon-a:
He was sadistic.
He looked her over, most likely contemplating how he could work her already fucked up feelings into even worse ones. A low chuckle escaped his lips too easily, turning into a grin that said nothing less than what he wanted it to portray. He was weighing his options like every dealer did, but in a stranger way. In a more amused way, one Luna was hardly familiar with. It...
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Take Yourself to Higher Places | Luna and George
loon-a:
There was a glimmer; something in his eyes screamed playfulness, but he was a damn good actor. Good enough for a worn out, sopping wet junkie who’d almost crawled her way into his apartment. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t so much his acting as it was her desperation. He teasingly flashed the object of her desire so blatantly in front of her before quickly holding it behind his back,...
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heroindraco-m-deactivated201203 asked: Multiples of five for red-die.
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narcissabmalfoy asked: 1, 2, 11, 50.
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loon-a:
I get really creeped out when this happens because twins
All arguments have fallen into a state of invalidity.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
Yeah, I’m sure.
Shut it.
Asshat.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
Oh, you’re fulla’ something, alright.
And you’re gonna be fulla’ my shoe in a minute.
Yeah, I’m sure.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
Valid point.
I’m full of them.
Oh, you’re fulla’ something, alright.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
Don’t be smart.
Well, who else is gonna be if I’m not?
There’s a reason why Stephen Hawking’s still alive.
Valid point.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
Don’t be smart.
Well, who else is gonna be if I’m not?
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
Am I? I suppose you’ve got one to spare, yeah?
Why would I give my spare one to you?
You seem pretty bent on dishing one out.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
Yes, that’s so much better.
You’re looking for a sore arse.
Am I? I suppose you’ve got one to spare, yeah?
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
Says the prat who keeps looking at that creep’s hips.
Arms.
Yes, that’s so much better.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
I’m a part time philosopher.
More like you’re a pansy.
Says the prat who keeps looking at that creep’s hips.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
My tears are shed on the inside.
That’s deep, man.
I’m a part time philosopher.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
It’s a pretty amazing event. You should be upset you missed it.
My tears are shed on the inside.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
Shame. It was a pretty big production. The eyelashes, man, they deserve the Academy Award.
I feel like that won’t ever happen again this millennium. S’like a big comet, this kind of tearful moment. They should do a study on it.
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
It is unfortunate, innit?
Muchly. Oh, did you see that? That was a tear escaping my eye.
Musta’ missed it.
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fredmotherfuckingweasley:
georgemotherfuckingweasley:
fredmotherfuckingweasley:
You should get that fixed.
I have a feeling this will be a lifelong problem.
Oh, woe is you. Unfortunately, it’s not fatal.
It is unfortunate, innit?
