it's so contagious, i cannot get it out of my mind

you make me feel so hot... all the time ;D

the writer in me
gryffindor
scaratthedisco

I write like
J. K. Rowling

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for schmoop_bingo
lilyandjamespwn
scaratthedisco
MY BINGO CARD FOR schmoop_bingo


spring holiday/festival
vacation
blind date
cuddling in vehicle
watching the game
baby – setting up nursery
“I love you” – first
shower together
karaoke
serenade
shopping
baking cookies
WILD CARD
wine
Eskimo kisses
making love
office/workplace party
fair/carnival
baby – adoption
bad day
swimming
feeding – erotic
first fight – making up
kidfic – bedtime
pillow fight

taking on a prompt table... maybe. (:
gryffindor
scaratthedisco
So I think I am going to take on the Connect Three Challenge.

Using the prompt table below with a pairing that my friend and I play. (: It'll get my muse for them flowing, and I'll be able to say that I completed a challenge! Then I have to go back to working on my fanfic100... Ah well. It'll be good... if I can do it. XD

5_prompts
Connect Three Challenge
Graph 3
a glass of
something dark
hallowed groundlearn to trust
How can I say
the words?
living it upYou can't mean that.
a dull bladeunless something else
comes up
safe and sound

traitor with the icon
lilyandjamespwn
scaratthedisco

Title: Not in Love

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape/Lily Evans, unrequited

Prompt: For the Love Your Fandom challenge at 5_prompts.

Picture number 13

Words: 639

Rating: PG

Warnings: Angst that comes along with unrequited love that you messed up yourself, I guess.

Spoilers: Kind of through Deathly Hallows

Summary: Eight was far too early to be in love, he knew.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn’t belong to me. If it did, we’d know a heck of a lot more about those Marauders. Also, the song “More Than a Memory” by Garth Brooks was on repeat during the writing of this. And I was pretty ticked at the time. XDD

 

 

Eight was far too early to be in love, he knew. No one could know what love really was and fall into its trap before they even got their Hogwarts letter. It didn’t make any sense. Those stupid books that girls read didn’t even say that it could happen in a way like that. It just didn’t happen. At eight there were more important things than love. At eight, picking between the swings and the merry go round should have been your hardest choice. No one, not even people in the age when they married at fourteen, fell in love at eight.

 

Picking the swings was always easy. They were her favorite, and she would always be there before he got her, with an empty swing beside her that she saved all morning in hopes that he would come.

 

He couldn’t have been in love at eight.

 

Eighteen was supposed to be too young too. At eighteen you were still fresh and new to the world. You hadn’t had the time to show the world what you had to offer. You had your whole life to make everything happen to you and to change the world. You had just gotten everything the world would give you to start with. At eighteen you were supposed to use it. Love wasn’t there because you didn’t have the time. There was money to make and an apartment to find and everything else in between. Love shouldn’t have fit into the equation.

 

Ten years after swinging together every day over the summer, she never even looked at him. Eighteen was too young to be in love, and he couldn’t let himself fall into that kind of trap. She was engaged, after all, and to that Potter.

 

It couldn’t have been love at eighteen, either.

 

Twenty eight was a time to find a nice girl, date her some, put a ring on her finger, have a mess of kids. Twenty eight was when things got really serious. That was when it was all right to say you were in love. In love, though, with a girl you could take out on Friday night and show off to anyone and show them that, yeah, he could get a girlfriend, and, yeah, she was prettier than yours. Now was the time that falling in love was all right. Now he could do it.

 

It was hard to love a dead person. They couldn’t return it for obvious reasons, and it was only worse when the stone they were under had some other name on it. Twenty eight was a year to be in love with someone who could love life.

 

Twenty eight was the wrong time to love a girl in the ground.

 

Thirty eight was too long to be in love with someone who could never give it back. By thirty eight you should be watching your children grow up. Little kids with sparkling green eyes, maybe. By thirty eight, some girl you met when you were a child should be all gone, completely forgotten. She hasn’t talked to you in twenty some years and couldn’t, even if she wanted to, for sixteen. Thirty eight is when it should certainly be forgotten. It’s time to admit that nothing will happen and go onto something better.

 

Thirty eight has to be the wrong time to be in love. Severus Snape has never been right about much of anything, he decides, especially matters of the heart.

 

She would haunt him, he thinks bitterly to himself and can’t stop his knees from giving out. She only a few feet in the ground beneath him, but he’s never felt so incredibly alone and far away. How is it that she could trap him under her spell for so long? Thirty eight is far too long to be in love.



walking in a winter wonderland!
gryffindor
scaratthedisco
Title: Snow
Rating: G
Warnings: Kissing? Fluff?
Word Count: 200
Characters: Lily/James
Notes: 067. Snow for fanfic100 . Also in honor of the snow we got yesterday. Almost a foot of it! 

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thank you and good night!
spoileralert
scaratthedisco
So, I got the idea from the always lovely lar_laughs .

Presents for you and to get me inspired! I'll be writing fan fictions for you guys. Likey? Yay!

Harry Potter, obviously. xD

Pickkkkkk...

1. One to four characters

2. The title

3. A word or phrase that you would like included

Get creative, kiddos. : D

get you into the spirit
gryffindor
scaratthedisco
I got this from the lovely remuslives23
She's wonderful. (:

On the twelfth day of Christmas, scaratthedisco sent to me...
Twelve parselmouths singing
Eleven penguins writing
Ten elvis arguing
Nine beatles acting
Eight volgbrothers a-reading
Seven computers a-texting
Six musicals a-nerdfighting
Five awe-e-e-esometastic things
Four star wars
Three cool republicans
Two photographic memories
...and a madeline in a candy.
Get your own Twelve Days:

goodbye, my almost lover
siriusblackishot
scaratthedisco
Title: Wake Up
Word Count: 1,145
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing
Prompt: 072. Fixed
Characters: Lily/James
Notes: Again, it is from my NaNo novel. Barely looked over it, honestly. Hope you like it at least a little.


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i can't think of anybody else who i hate to miss as much as i hate missing you
gryffindor
scaratthedisco
Title: Happy Birthday, Lily
Word Count: 766
Prompt: 031. Sunrise
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing
Characters: Lily/James
Notes: This is part of my NaNoWriMo novel for 2009. I glanced over it, but it has not been beta'd or even edited/revised. Just a little peak of the novel.

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I FREAKING WON.
gryffindor
scaratthedisco
I WROTE A NOVEL IN A MONTH.

I FINISHED NANOWRIMO.

OMG.
OMG.
OMG.

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