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Mar. 13th, 2005 02:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's late, I'm not in bed, and I feel like updating.
I am also reading fanfic. You know what that means! QUOTES!
But first, I realized while watching part of The Mummy today that the Americans are totally the Marauders reincarnated. There's even one with dark hair and big glasses. And one who's blondeish and not as gung ho. And one really hot one. And one sort of coward one. Yup they're the marauders. Don't try to talk me out of it. I will not be swayed. That's who they are.
I have decided that I love Collar!Fic. Well, I mean, I always knew it, but now it's official.(That's just for Becky) Oh, yes, Collar!Fic is any fic in which Sirius wears a collar, which includes Stealing Harry, if I'm not mistaken.
On a similar note, someday when I have the boyfriend/fiance/husband of my dreams, I'm going to buy him a collar. Not a bondage collar, not a scary spike "Look at me I'm a punk emo rocker guy" collar, just a nice sexy collar. Maybe with a cute little nametag thing. Yeah.
And then he will wear nothing but the collar, and it will be good. But you don't really want to hear about that, now do you?
QUOTES! (From Collar!Fic) If you don't want to read fanfic quotes, you can skip all the text in green...
Mr. Black, comma, Most Ancient and Noble House of
Punk rock birds. Pink hair, metal chains, no knickers. (Do you punk girls have that? Ha ha ha.)
"I thought Runes homework first, and then Defence.”
“Moony,” Sirius groans, “you sure know how to show a lad a good time.”
"Oh, your mum’s a Dark Art,” Sirius growls into the mattress.
“No, your mum’s a Dark Art,” Remus counters, in a smug tone (YOUR MOM like woah)
Puppy-Dog Eyes of Doom
Now out of my bed, you mangy creature.
Most of Hogwarts knows that making Sirius Black so much as knot his tie in the morning when he has better things in mind is generally a feat approaching impossibility, and Sirius is rather proud of this fact.
and oh fuck now he’s thinking about naked, and that is not really helping, is it?
OY JEAN! (And anyone else who read the chicken pox fic) DID YOU KNOW THERE ARE SEQUELS? (I didn't ask you all to read them because they're hardcore smut) but here're some quotes from one of them:
Moony’s Daft-Bastard Sleeping Cheer of Joy
A sleeping Moony was a lovely thing, but not nearly so lovely as a waking one
Daft bastard Moony. How he loved him.
They weren’t the type to keep coils of rope under the bed (Well now that's a real damn shame...)
"Heyyyyy. There’s a Moony in my bed. Hello Moony. Missed you.”
Secret File of Things That Would Probably Never Be Spoken Of In Quite The Same Way Again, Coming As They Did, Right After Sex
Ok, I'm done. I really should be in bed...it's awfully late...oh well.