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Hello, my name is Melle. I've read and enjoyed, and written, rapefic, That doesn't mean I condone rape.

I've read and enjoyed incestfic (het and slash). That doesn't mean I want to shag my brother.

I've read and enjoyed, and currently have a bunny for chanslash (undeage slash). That doesn't mean I think all adult/teenager relatoinships are completely equal and healthy.

I'm working on an IRA!AU. I do not think terrorism is good.

I've also read watersports, scat, necrophilia, and all kins of things that require warnings. I'm notoriously unsquickable by content. Pairing, sometimes, because I'm prone to character issues, and some characterisatoins, and unhealthy relationships portrayed as romatic rub me the wrong way, but you know, it's fiction. I have a back button, and a delete button, and I have no qualks about writing to someone if I'm truly bothered saying "Look, I think this is terrible OOC" and stuff.

But I'm not gonna judge people on what they read or write. Because I've been reading incest porn and hardcore S&M and rape porn and all kinds of wrong since I was fourteen, and I have yet to shag my brothers, or rape someone, or what have you.

We are not our stories.

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V: *contemplates*
V: fuck, I almost typed "condomplates"
Melle: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
V: I guess you thought that was funny, eh?
V: I'm thinking that's kind of like a petri dish.
V: where you...breed condoms.
Melle: <= CANNOT STOP LAUHGING!
V: and then you've got all these new single-celled condoms happily flailing along on the condomplate.
V: and they just keep growing.
V: it's where sex shops get theirs.
V: fuck, I crack me up.
Melle: You are SO Lj'ed!
V: note to self: lay off the crack.
V: wheee!
V: or coke. whatever it is.
V: I don't even remember what it was I was condomplating
V: CONTEMPLATING

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UHBEW? Wha?

Someone explain this to me?

Oh, hell.

Was reading that porn clerks thread, and some guy mentioned Right Said Fred and expressed his preference of Don't Talk Just Kiss over Too Sexy For My Shirt and damn. I think I'm in love.

And now that's in my head, but hey, at least it kind goes with Friday I'm in Love, which is what I had in my head all morning, and which lead to Fleur and I deciding that Terence and Oliver need to get in touch with their inner goths.

Somehow, it all leads back to the Cure. *nods sagely*</i

HP recc call

Recc me somethging. A story, or a fan artist, or a good essay, anything. I like slash, especially Harry/Draco, Marcus/Oliver, and all the oddball stuff. No Percy, please, I'm British Belgian. I'll take gen, and even ron/Hermione het, if it's good. I like manga style art, but "realistic" is very welcome too. any kind of essay is wanted, even pure Draco-bashing. :)

Quotes

Um. I just read 'member' as 'cucumber'.
(Tri; MSM)

This probably makes no sense, but. It's 12:44 AM and I'm Koda. That should be enough. ;)
(Koda; LJ comment)

First off, who the hell would want to watch OJ Simpson do anything, much less do it naked?
(Lucy; LJ)

JKR must have something planned for Draco. He has to be there for something other than being an annoyance to Harry & Co. They have homework for that.
(Molly; LJ)

Dude, some kid at work was reading COS this morning. I had to physically restrain myself from yelling "WHO'S YOUR DADDY!" I should stop terrorizing children.
(V; AIM)

Kym: I am DUMBLEDORE
Kym: I HOLD THE POWER!
Kym: *snort*
Mireille: Just remember. I doubt Dumbledore assigns any punishments involving public sex.
(AIM chat)

Catja: As if I needed any more proof that you've stolen my brain and are keeping it in a jar somewhere, prodding it for your own amusement.
Melle: She's got, like, a whole shelf with neatly labeled brains in jars. I think she's training them to jiggle in sync and perform for her or something.
Meryl: *grin* Meryl And Her Amazing Performing Stolen Brains. I'll take them on tour.
(LJ comments)

Melle: And what's going on with Bole?
Fleur: ... in regards to what?
Melle: What's Bole done now?
Melle: In. General?
Fleur: Bole has issues.
Fleur: He's fucking upset right now because he didn't realise Derrick would be upset over this whole debacle.
Fleur: Bole. Loves. Derrick. To. Bits.
Melle: WHY did he think that whole thing was a good idea? Jealous of Oliver for getting Marcus? (God, self, don't EVEN go there!)
Melle: !
Melle: Ohfuck, now I have to love THEM, TOO!
Fleur: He just hates Oliver because Oliver is Oliver and Marcus said Oliver hurt him.
Melle: ohman.
Melle: And the Love Squiggle just got MORE interesting.
Melle: Evil Love!
Melle: ... crap
(In which Fleur seals my fate; y!msgr)

Who's your Daddy?
That's right. Bole's your Daddy.
('Tarquinius Bole'; LJ)

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dreds4prez = me; oli_keeper_wood = Fleur

dreds4prez: Dear Der: I don't know if you've noticed this, but your fellow Beater is fucking LICKABLE. So get to it, dammit. Love, Melle.
oli_keeper_wood: I don't think Der has noticed. Shame, that. Bole's been puppydogging after him for years.
dreds4prez: That is SO cute!
dreds4prez: And Der is really thick, isn't he?
oli_keeper_wood: Yes. *kicks Der in the ankle*
dreds4prez: Der: Ow!
oli_keeper_wood: Der! Who the fuck's your Daddy?!
dreds4prez: Der: "... Um?"
oli_keeper_wood: Bole: "My sons and daughters? Smack Der. Now."
dreds4prez: Melle&Fleur: **smack**
oli_keeper_wood: That's right.
dreds4prez: Der: "Ow! okay. Um. Bole's my ... I can't do this. Bole, you're a freak."
oli_keeper_wood: Bole: "I am?" *wibbles*
dreds4prez: (I'm picturing Big Bad Dole, in Potions class, drawing RD and TB with harts around it. Socute!)
dreds4prez: Der: "Yes. You are."
oli_keeper_wood: (Socute! He so would, too, and he'd be wibbling and looking at the back of Der's face, and someone would ask him what it was and he'd just tip his cauldron on him.)
dreds4prez: (The BACK of Der's FACE?)