valley slash

Hello, PV slashers! With the movie and final book upon us this summer, it's a great (though bittersweet) time to be in HP fandom. I thought I'd see if anyone here would be interested in a formal or informal get together to see OotP or to discuss movie/book at any point. Please comment on this post if you might be interested. Thanks!

Glitter Trash prompts for the week!
Glitter
Nail Polish
bubble bath
PAB
Leather
Peaches
Mirriors
Roses
On Stage
Diamonds

It's the prompts list for my community (glitter trash slash co-op Link: http://community.livejournal.com/f…) so er yes, write a drabble if you want, but please share it with us, we need more active members
Do anything you want art/fic/photos/videos/whatever you want based on any or all of the following:
Manic Panic
Umbrellas
TV
Polaroid photos
Backstage
Broken things
Crazy
Needles
Ink

Title of overall story: Curriculum Vitae: Sixty Nine Lessons For Sebastian Roth
Title of chapter: Lesson one: Seen and Not Heard
Prompt: 1. Moan
Rating: Nc-17, I write porn
Author: The prime minister, no me you idiots
Fandom: Labyrinth
Pairing: Jareth/Origional Male (the anti-sue)
Summery: Sebastian Roth is a nineteen year old prostitute, and a mentally unstable drug user plauged by visisions he doesn't understand, he's also, rude, self-centered, cowardly, and a bit of a bitch. Jareth intends to break him of these bad habits. In this chapter we umm get introduced to everything, whee, introductions
Warnings: Slash, light bondage, sex (OMGZ!!!!) unbetadness
Table: http://madam-mew-mew.livejournal.c… (not much on it yet)
Legal: No Jareth doesn't belong to me, however I do have him chaind up in my basment right now, and intend to fo and commit unspeakable acts with him as soon as I finish entertaining you people, and no I'm not sharing... er what I mean is Jareth, the labyrinth, and all appertinances there of (hereafter reffered to as snookums) are not mine, however Sebastian, and all original, thoughts, concepts, ideas, fine china in the fic are mine, also the sex is mine... yes... yes it is, so umm, don't sue me.
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-name Hazel... some of you probably know me, you probably saw the girl who looked like a dragwueen with no eyebrows wandering around northhampton, that was me, i look less like a dragqueen now, and have eyebrows again, but some of you may have noticed me
-city/town (optional) Conway
-fandom(s) Harry potter, buffy, Labyrinth, NCIS (only femmeflash tho), Rocky horror now and again, Velvet goldmine,
-do you write? where may we find your fic? My LJ
-do you read? what are some favorites? I don't really read much longer fic, currently I'm really horrified and fascinated (in an oh god ew way) by this one Labyrinth fic unnautraully beautiful, it's Jareth/Toby... and really badly written (scary ship... scary scary ship) umm I really loved the H/D fic Bond, and errr... yes I mostly read PWP... because I read dostevsky in my spare time so if I want to read pR0n I think i have a right
-other things (esp. slash-related ones) we might want to know about you
Umm, I'm a lesbian... which is odd considering I write/read both M/m and F/f
also I'm squicked by het... really badly
I also write origional erotic fiction... in a sort of literotica way

Ok the intro:

Noahsdove
Stamptin' ( easthampton)
Star Wars, Firefly, Buffy, Sci-fi
I write in my Lj only but most entries are like small chapters.
Douglas Adams, Stephen Ambrose, Hunter Thompson, Berkley Breathed
I like bad horror flicks and really good japanese horror movies.

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-name - Morgan
-city/town - UMass (we have our own postal code)
-fandom - whatever friends write
-do you write? where may we find your fic? - I write, but moreso about real people... and thus making it slightly more personal and less publishable, but just as hot
-do you read? what are some favorites? - whatever friends write
-other things (esp. slash-related ones) we might want to know about you - So I don't really write slash, but I have a few friends who do, and it's totally hot to read. So I figured I'd set out to learn a little, and maybe start to write my own.

Hello, all! I know I'm jumping the gun on this, but I've just returned from The Witching Hour conference/convention in Salem, and so am filled with Potter-love.

At any rate, would anyone be interested in having a slashy group outing to Goblet of Fire when or after it opens on November 18th?

Title: Eh, I don't have one
Rating: PG
Fandom: Raffles
Pairing: One sided B/R
Summary: Just a last musing by Bunny about Raffles

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One may be wondering why I should be writing another story. Didn’t I say myself that I had said everything there was to say about my great villain? Indeed I have said it all, about him at least. I have shown his good side and dark but I feel as though I have not been terribly forthcoming about myself. In fact I have told downright lies. But I beg of you not to think any less of him for I have told only the truth when it comes to his actions. There are many little lies I’ve told but they all lead back to the biggest one of all. I love him, I love AJ Raffles! I have ever since I first fagged for him at school and still do to this day. I don’t want to sully his name with my perversions and wish to state that he had no knowledge of y feelings. Nor, I’m sure, did he return them. I've held back to long and I wont fill up pages with jumbled excuses and half truths, every word here shall be an honest one. After all, what have I to hide now? I fear my life is coming near it’s end and it has already been disgraced. Raffles has paid his penance but I shall never get a chance to pay mine, for my sins are far greater.
The first lie I should like to clear up is when I first saw him again after our school days, at the poker game. It started when I returned to confide I had no money and said I’d blow my brains out if he couldn’t help. I, of course, had plenty of money left from my inheritance, I was surprised he bought the lie, seeing as how I’d always been a money pincher at school. The latter part was somewhat true. I was indeed prepared to end it all, for when I got to the game I was hit with a hard blow. Seeing him standing there, like a god! I realized that all I had done in our time apart was of no importance whatsoever. I needed him and if he was not prepared to take me than my life was not worth living. I was hurt beyond anything when he did nothing to stop me but my feelings took a sudden upward rise when he purposed we work together. I may have claimed that I was appalled by the idea of crime but nothing could be further from the truth. He wanted me, not just in this venture but in others and I was prepared to do anything for him. Burglary was all he asked but if he had asked me to rape or murder, I would have done it without the bat of an eye. I was a love struck fool and God knows I still am. By the time this gets to the public I shall most certainly be dead, for the gun is sitting just inches away as I write. I knew then that life was not worth living without him, and I still share that sentiment, if anything more strongly. I suppose this is the part where im supposed to say I’ll be with my love soon. But I wont fancy myself with false delusions. If indeed there is a place to go after we die, I’m certainly not going to the same one as him. No, that would be asking to much.

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