Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

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1. My username is _____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ___



1. Ok. Waaaaaaaaay back when I started making up usernames on the internet, the first site I had to create one for was lego.com. And I wanted to be Leia13, because I like Princess Leia (I like Han Solo better, but I wanted a girl name, seeing as I am a girl,) and I like the number 13. (It's a very underappreciated number. Unlucky, BAH.) But that name was taken, so lego.com randomly generated Leia131 for me. And I liked it, so I carried it with me over to LJ.

2. My title right now is "Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!" which is a quote from Stealing Harry because that fic brings on the happy. It comes from a this conversation: 

"You weren't supposed to drink the whole flask."
"I didn't. You had at least half."
"A quarter, and I hold my liquor better."
"Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!"

Basically, to name my journal I went through all the random fanfic quotes I had amassed and picked some short ones from fics that I liked. (And ones that were sort of applicable to a journal setting too.)

3. My subtitle is "I am attempting to find meaning over here. You are cramping my groove." which is another fanfic quote (see above). This one is Sirius talking to himself, when he's being introspective and trying to figure out what to do with his life after Hogwarts.

4. My friends page is called "Sirius is a carbohydrate addict." Yet another fanfic quote. I picked this one because I love carbs, and I love Sirius. 'Nuff said.

5. My default pic is Sebastian with the little figures of Ariel and Eric from atop their wedding cake. My default pic is always from The Little Mermaid, cause it is my favorite movie ever. I picked this one cause I have a ton of icons without Ariel in them, but I never use them cause I like her. This one was a nice compromise. :)



Of course, I change my titles and icons all the time, so you know.

I just read this in a fic: I think every girl should read porn. How very true that is. How very very true. Maybe even my new motto. An affirmation of sorts.



And guys, please. I'm begging here. Shamelessly. Read my fic and give me some feedback. I need more than one opinion, though I'm grateful for the one. Please? Cause you love me?

Pretty please?
With a cherry on top?
And porn?

I think, in regards to my previous post, that this is an omen: Things are messed up enough that maybe he should just do what he wants. It can't turn out any worse. (Assuming that 'he' is really I.)

I love Abby. I popped her Edward Scissorhands cherry tonight. (You know, that's really a lovely expression. I think I'm going to use that more often.)

Hahahaha my subject line makes me laugh. "It's 3 am and she calls me cause I'm still awake..." (You don't need to tell me that the line is 2 am. I am well aware of that.)

"It's 3 am I must be lonely..." Hahahahahaha!

Fanfiction has killed all my brain cells. All of them. Mush. But it's happy mush.


Five Fun Facts For The Day:

1. The only way that Draco could deflower Lucius during Draco’s gay Death Eater initiation is if Lucius were still a complete virgin at the time of the ceremony. Umm… that’s technically impossible unless… umm… Draco is really Virgin!Birth!Draco, Petri!Dish!Draco or Wormtail’s!Very!Secret!Bastard!Child!Draco.

2. If Ultra!Fertle!Slash!Harry attempted to impregnate every single male character at Hogwarts before graduation, how the fuck is he going to have time to study for his N.E.W.T.s? (These are from parody lists making fun of bad!fic. Laugh. I did. A lot.)

3. While there is nothing wrong with eating rat when you have fur and paws – because that's what you do – there's something infinitely disturbing about eating rat because someone has told you it's chicken.

4. Having your supervisor-slash-friend hanging over your shoulder sort of puts a crimp in any plans of mass destruction.

5. They're Sirius and Remus, with an emphasis on the and.

Goodnight everyone!

You know you have a problem when you have to actually get up and stretch out your leg muscles because they hurt from being in one positon for so long because you were so involved in a fic where Remus brings Sirius back from beyond the veil that you forgot you had legs altogether, much less that you should move them once in a while.


“You mauled me. You kissed me into the lake of the undead.”
“Like you didn’t enjoy it."

Ahhh, how I love beautiful fic. How I love it when Sirius comes back.

I missed my computer. I missed my Wolfstar.

I'm done.

Current Mood:
peaceful

Ok, I'm sorry, and I know no one reads these, but I can't help myself.

You are going to be subjected to some fanfic quotes. Deal with it.

Fic 1

There was nothing erotic about a nude and trembling Remus. Nothing. (This is said by Sirius, who is trying and failing to convince himself)

It was only when Remus swooned that Sirius remembered the importance of breathing.

Fic 2

It was quite sad, the way some men were brought low by underpants.

Crumbs had no place whatsoever in the jam and Moony always forgot...

He really loved explosions, particularly when they sparkled. (This is the best line ever!)

Moony, for his part, was pretty tolerant of it. Estella was a nice bike, he said, mortifying Sirius with the description. Estella was not nice- Estella was mad, bad, and dangerous to know. “Nice”, honestly.

It was all a façade, of course; the things that came out of that boy’s (Remus's) mouth when he was being held down and tickled would scandalize Mundungus Fletcher.

He needed the best exploding things he could find. With glitter, if possible. He wanted Moony to have bits of sparkly things stuck in his hair for weeks.

"Why y’kiss’n me?” he would murmur sleepily, and Moony would say, “’Cause you’re completely daft, now be quiet.”

There was simply nothing in the world as wonderful as a warm, sleepy Moony.

Moony rolled his eyes and snorted and in general tried very, very hard to look like an adult, but spoiled it by snickering.

“Snuffles?” Sirius hissed, looking pained, and Remus gave him a delighted, wicked grin and said yes, Snuffles, wasn’t that a nice name for a dog?

(The two get each other clouds that rain candy and presents down on their heads. This is Sirius' reaction.) He thought he might have candy hearts down the front of his shorts, and also possibly a concussion.

Fic 3

The trouble with living with another person, Remus thought... is that you’ve got to live with another person.

(Sirius' poem to Remus:)
Violets are purple
Your eyes are brown
You are the fellow
On whom I go down

Lily sipped her tea. “I kick James when he hogs the blankets. In the shins. Hard.”
“And what happens?” Remus asked.
“He wakes up, apologizes, hands back the blankets, and…”
“And?”
Lily shrugged. “We go back to sleep. If he hogs them again, I kick him again. If not…”

“You’re so...canine,” Remus grunted.
Sirius chuckled. “I’m your bitch."

I’ve been trying to get you into my bed forever; I’d never intentionally push you out.

“It’s amazing,” James confided unhappily, “the concessions men are willing to make when they haven’t gotten laid for two weeks.”

“Any idea,” grumbled Sirius, “is better than depriving me of sex.”
“I agree. Depriving you of sex means depriving me of sex. And frankly, I like getting laid,” Remus said.

(More of Sirius' poetry)
“Roses are red,
My eyes are grey,
Wouldn’t you hate it
If I weren’t gay?”

(Ok, Hannah, if you find yourself reading this, what exactly is the age difference between Lupin and Tonks? Because here she's four and drawing pictures of people while Remus watches her)
“Your nose is strange,” Dora commented.
“Sorry,” said Remus.
“I don’t like your nose. I’m not drawing it.”

"I did Mummy and Daddy and Cousin See-rus. My black crayon’s almost gone,” she complained.

There was a grey-eyed stick figure with what looked like a black storm cloud attached to his head. Beside him stood a slightly shorter stick figure with brown eyes, and no nose.


Ok that's it. I'm done. I'm sorry to subject you all to this, but I just can't keep my love of these stories quiet.

Oh, and Bart, nothing you ever tell me can rival the things I read about Remus/Sirius. But please don't try. Heh. Love ya!

Wow I am such a dork. Livejournal was down for like maybe 24 hours and I did not know what to do with myself heh.

So here is what you missed:

Eric broke his finger playing basketball.

My dad fell asleep while holding his half full wine glass, and dropped it, spilling red wine all over the carpet, chouch, and his pants. Damn senile old drunk. Heh.

And I bloody found it!

"Yay potatoes!" Harry said, climbing into one of the dining-room chairs. Both of them looked at him.
"Did you like mashed potatoes when you were eight?" Remus asked.
"Hated them."
"Me too."
Sirius shrugged, and pushed Remus gently towards the table. "He can have my peas, too..." Remus called after him.

Hee hee hee. I love Becky.

So. As for the movie, the last quote was indeed from A Knight's Tale, and Paul Bettany rocks my world! Janeea and Kim got it correct, and for a prize they get to be the first to know that I got a new ligature today! Yippiee!

Here is the next quote: "You are a fat pudding, stuffed with proverbs."

Good Luck!

I thought I would read some fanfiction last night, and then thoroughly depressed myself by reading what is possibly the WORST Remus/Sirius fic I have ever read. Ugh.

My mood was salvaged however by a rec for a fic that is Remus/Sirius and Lily/James, and also a very amusing quote from a different fic. *Sigh* I have decided that I either want Sirius or want to be Lily. James is cool. And hot.

So anyways, in the fic James and Sirius hold Remus down, literally, and pierce his ear.
Remus: Don’t! I’ll bleed, I hate to bleed, it’ll hurt, my ear will get infected and I’ll die, and then you’ll be sorry, you bastards...

Later...

Remus: It’s... nice. I – I like it. Thank you.
Sirius wipes away an imaginary tear and clutches James. James pretends to sob into his shoulder.
“We had no idea you would love it this much,” Sirius chokes out. James howls mournfully, while Sirius pats his back. “We are touched.” (I laughed like a thing that laughs at things)

The fic about Lily and James is so incredably beautifully written...

She constantly amazes him, surprises him, and this is no exception. He thinks he could spend a million years with Lily Evans and still not learn everything about her, but god, he wants to try.

He thinks he could drown in her, and enjoy it.

His glasses are spotted with water, but he's not running blind and naked into the lake.

Everything he is or ever will be, everything he wants, he wants to give her, to have with her, and he wants to share everything she is or ever will be.

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I am such a hopeless romantic and I know it very well. I just love...love. Lily and James are the epitome of all that is good in the world. They are a perfect love that everyone knows ends badly, but even in death they are still in love. I WANT THAT!

OMG Kelli I love you! I'm finally reading Ginny's Gift! Ahhhh the hilarity!

"Have I interrupted something? Giving Harry a special present, are we?"
(She wasn't, by the way)

Harry heard Ginny swearing under her breath. He'd never realised she had such an extensive vocabulary.

"Besides, we know you'd never do anything to hurt her."
"Nah, Ron would kill you."
"If there was anything left of you after Ginny got through with you, that is."


"How long did it take you to notice Hermione was interested in you?"
"That doesn't count. Hermione isn't a normal girl. She's exceptional. She's subtle."
"She had to resort to making the first move herself, Ron. Practically had to hit you over the head with it."

So every Friday I come home from a long, stressful week of school and take a break from the world and read fan fiction for hours on end. Here are some highlights:

Sirius was just staring at him with that intense, ‘I’m about to do something reckless and completely nonsensical’ look in his eyes.

But then when they went to Hogsmeade she asked if he would be her boyfriend and that brought up an image of James, enraged, with his hands around Remus’ neck, choking him, and he finally got up the courage to say "no, I’m sorry, you’re a nice girl but I don’t like you that way Lily" and it was a big relief.

This had to be the stupidest thing he had ever done. Really, this was stupider than getting bitten by a werewolf…
Well, maybe not as much, but it was one of the stupidest things he’d ever done.

Sirius Black is easy laughter and flashing grey eyes, careless grace and mercurial passions. He is a rogue, a tempest, a cheerful mess of a human being.

Remus says, eyes half-closed, “Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art”
“Hey, I remember that one.”
“’Course you do,” Remus mumbles into Sirius’s neck, “‘S about sex.”
“Your words wound me, Moony. You wound my very soul. Besides, I remember lots of things… Things that aren’t about sex.” (The quote is from a poem by Keats. I think we are going to be reading Keats in English class. I will giggle and my dirty mind will work. Oh dear.)

”When the moon and the brightest star align, a path will be created. From that path, the star and moon will always meet because being the brightest in the sky, naturally they would share it together.”
Or some such nonsense like that. It was like some crackpot chapter in his Divination text or something stranger.

And that's all folks!

After all, being a werewolf wasn’t exactly a life of fame and glory and sipping Earl Grey Tea with the moon by a crackling fireplace. (It wasn't?)

Sub:(Talking about Mrs. Costello and how she doesn't hole punch ANYTHING) Well people have their preferences...
Colin: And some people are just crazy.