Firstly, YAY SIDNEY IS WORKING AGAIN!!! He's a bit sensitive, but he WORKS! :DDDDDD
Today (Monday) is the beginning of Three Weeks for Dreamwidth. In a nutshell, the idea is that while we cross-post and get to have nice comments and conversations at Dreamwidth, the majority of people comment and talk at LJ – despite being able to comment openID, and quite a few people having DW accounts that lie unused.
So for three weeks, everything is being posted only
over there! If you like, I’ll provide links to the content here, and you can always comment using your LJ account at DW, via openID. The idea is to encourage more chat and friendliness over there.
I hope this doesn’t come off to Moral Judgement-y about your choice of journaling service. I’ll still be on LJ, for one thing. Well, I won’t, because I have a deadline on Thursday and an exam Friday week, but in theory I’m on LJ. This isn’t a three-week boycott! And I love you all.
But I like Dreamwidth a lot: the ethics, the team, and the service are better than on LJ. Plus, soft spot for the underdog. So I want to help with this!
Let me know if you want links. I’ll be posting the stuff here once Three Weeks for Dreamwidth is finished, anyway. So you can always wait. :)
And here is a drabble, to reward anybody who read that Teal Dear.Title:
Ron takes Draco to his regular.Warnings:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for rondracodrabble
’s current challenge, pub
“You said if we went riding, I could choose the next date.”
“This is not equal payment! I let you ride one of the best stallions in Britain!”
“If you’d handled him right – ”
“Horses are evil, just ask the Trojans. Now will you please come inside with me? I’ll buy you a drink.”
Draco made a terrible face, but he followed Ron into the pub.
Which was all right by Ron: the Slaughtered Lamb was his regular, and it did his ego no harm at all to come strolling in with a handsome blond at his heels.~*~
He bought them both Bitterbeers, and led Draco to a corner booth. Draco whispered a cleaning charm and sat.
“So what do you think?” Ron asked, cheerfully preparing to hear his pub eviscerated by Draco’s wicked tongue. Wicked tongue…
He dropped a hand onto Draco’s knee.
Draco tensed under his hand. Ron didn’t move it, and slowly Draco relaxed against him. He stroked his fingertips over Draco’s kneecap, and watched his eyes dilate.
“I suppose it’s sort of acceptable,” Draco allowed grudgingly. He was looking intently at his pint glass.
Ron hid his grin in his own.