3/12/08

bronze_ribbons: knife with bronze ribbons (hooch's boots)
According to the Typealyzer, this journal is an ESTP (Doer), my current personal journal reads as ENTP (Visionary), and my old personal LJ's an ISTP (Mechanic).

Which is all pretty funny to me, especially since I'm solidly an INTJ (Perfectionist, Pragmatic, and Slightly Psychotic Macher Mastermind) when I've taken Myers-Briggs' tests as me, rather than the very much edited (rambledlyness notwithstanding) personae I adopt for my posts and interactions in journal-space. (Well, and in in-person-space as well. I don't compartmentalize much on purpose, but it happens: my database-warrior voice is not the same as my pulpit voice, which is not the same as my mocking-my-dog voice, which is not the same as my ogling admiring-an-actor-with-great-cheekbones-and-a-pinchable-tush voice gibbering.

(Stumbled across this via Christine Kane's blog, where she writes about self-sabotage and persistence, recovering from bulimia, coping with challenging people, creativity, gratitude, and cats. Which is to say, I find it worth visiting periodically and I think some of you might as well.)
bronze_ribbons: knife with bronze ribbons (santa pig)
[insanejournal.com profile] taradilien wished for fic: "I don't mind which fandom, it can established relationship or first time, it can be snupin, norribeth, sam and daniel (stargate) Criminal minds, due south etc. I like fluff and I like threesomes." So here's a bit of threesome fluff:

Covered

The freezing rain spat down as the thin man and the large dog raced toward the building they now called home. Neither of them were adequately clothed for the weather: the man’s black robes were threadbare, and the dog’s black fur had become thin with age.

The instant foot and paw touched the top step in front of their flat, the door swung open. Remus Lupin flung a thick towel at Severus Snape and threw another one at Sirius Black, rolling his eyes resignedly as the latter immediately shook it off, spraying hundreds of muddy droplets around the small room in the process.

“You’re lucky it’s easy to clean up your mess with magic,” Remus told the dog, his tone stern but his lips fighting off a grin.

Severus snatched up the towel Sirius had ignored and used it to mop up more of the water clinging to his hair and skin. “We’re lucky that no one believes that he’s alive.”

“It helps that no one would believe he’d be with you,” Remus murmured, Banishing soaked robes and kneeling down with yet another towel.

Severus said nothing, but smiled as both the towel and the dog rubbed against his legs.
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