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[nny]

I am writing an essay.

do not DISTRACT ME! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THIS WORLD,do not DISTRACT ME!!!

Are you getting the subliminal message, here?

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[quean-of-swords.livejournal.com]

Distract, distract.

Either I'm helpful, or I'm disruptive. Either way, I have too much fun. ^_^

*~~G~~*

[turtlespeaks.livejournal.com]

*distracts you*

*goes back to lurking*

[dementedsiren.livejournal.com]

*recieves message*
Yay for reciprocal procrastination. Hope this helps.

Remus tried to shake the hair out of his eyes with little success. Wondering, for a moment, if it would be easier just to brush it off of his face, he discarded the idea after a brief twitch of his fingers proved impossible.

"Bloody hell."

"Mrpmh?"

Glancing to the side, the werewolf grimaced at the feel of drool slowly trickling down his shoulder.

"Severus, if you're going to say something, say it. If you're in need of a towel, for god sakes use something else."

A moment later a head full of black hair in his face, mingling with his own and sticking to his lips.

"I only wondered aloud what had you so vexed this time."

"Are you implying that I am often vexed?"

Strands caught in Remus mouth as he spoke and while he now felt able to move his hands, the small problem of another man's body weight pinning them down made it fairly impossible.

"And get off my arms."

Smirking, Severus rolled further on to his lover, rubbing them together in a way that at any other time would have been deliciously enticing. As it was, it only made Remus ache. Attempting to hide his wince with a glare, he could tell by Severus’ smirk that he had failed.

“Is there a problem, Lupin? Perhaps something you’d like to share with me? After all, as your potion’s supplier, I need to be aware of all of your … difficulties.”

“Severus, stop.”

“Indeed, I am deeply concerned over your health. This could be a side effect from your potion dosage, and such things may be very serious. Are you flushed? Do your extremities tingle? Have you broken out into any strange rashes?”

With an indignant huff, Remus lifted his chest, unsettling Severus enough to free his arm and land a rather hard pinch on the other man’s naked side. Ignoring the surprised exclamation of his partner, Remus slid out from under Severus and slipped onto the floor, ignoring his nudity and the slight dungeon draft.

“The only thing this has to do with is the fact that you fucked me into the bed last night, which I would like to mention was only one night after my last transformation. If I am flushed, it is because you’ve been indulging your inner blanket all night. My extremities are tingling because at some point they lost circulation due to said indulgence. And if I have any newly developed rashes, I would suggest you thoroughly examine yourself because they probably came from you.”

Licking his lips briefly, Remus glared at Severus, who had taken the opportunity to sprawl out on the bed and wrap himself in covers.

“Now I am going to take a bath. And in fifteen minutes or so, after the Restoration potion has had time to kick in, you may feel free to join me. Until then, I’m sure you can –“ lifting an eyebrow, he gestured at the hand that was already sliding down under the sheets to Severus’ growing erection “- keep yourself occupied”.

Walking out the room, Remus refused to let himself turn around and snap at the sound of Severus chuckle. And if the door slammed, it was only the draft, and had absolutely nothing to do with the sound of moans echoing behind him.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

... I... have no words.

I think I love you. *g*

That's so good! So Snape! So tasty! Dear lord, thanks so much!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Hee, thankee! I love your icon, by the way. I have an affiniy with pirates, since the eyepatch wearing days of my youth. *g*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I think that one can be both. Helpful *and* disruptive. Like a boy scout with a football rattle. *g*

[turtlespeaks.livejournal.com]

Yay! ^_^ I think that that icon has become my unoffical mascot since I actually feel weird if I take it off. Perhaps I should name it.

BTW, what is this worrid essay that you are working on about that you need such distracting?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

lexical analysis of a text. The text being the rules of scrabble.

*weeps*

[turtlespeaks.livejournal.com]

O_O

I ph34r.

[dementedsiren.livejournal.com]

Aw, t'was the least I could do. It sounds like your project is ungodly a tad dull, and its always fun to drabble. Of course, none of this had anything to do with the fact that I should be studying for an exam right now....no, not at all.

Anyways, glad you liked, hun :)

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Throw your essay overboard and listen to it scream.

Nine days later, floatin' down the Delaware
Chewin on its underwear
Can't afford another pair.

Nine days later, eaten by a polar bear
That's how the polar bear died.

Bum bum bum.

*De-lurks...a little*

[dragonessasmith.livejournal.com]

Hmm...you could always do what I do when I'm bored: pick a person on your friends list, go to their friends list, repeat as necessary, and search for someone interesting, and friend them. Confuses the heck out of the person too. ^_^ Other than that, I can't help you, because I'm doing all of my homework I meant to do last Friday so I could have Spring Break free and not worry about doing it all Sunday afternoon...yeah, that worked out...

[ashen_key]

Andre. Skazz in leather and eyeliner. Alley-wall.

Distracted?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

... so... very... distracted...

bloody HELL

[ashen_key]

*grins*

You DID ask, you know.

[lyricalnights.livejournal.com]

*does a silly little dance*

[morganna-llyr.livejournal.com]

SQUEE!! I haven't heard that for years!! *loves*

Oh yeah, that's sad of me.

But still. *squees!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

DAMN YOU ASHIE NOW *I'M* HORRIBLY DISTRACTED AND I'M TRYING TO WRITE AN ESSAY AS WELL

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sometime this week. It will happen...

Speaking of, I really have to keep the RPing we do. Man.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I'm full of childhood favorites, yessirree.

[ashen_key]

I SHOULD be around my Wednesday, I'm going to claim birthday-girl rights and see how far that gets me...

And I already do keep it. We're up to Skazz-Andre VIII.

[ashen_key]

Photography and maths. I'm not even thinking about English yet. Or Pysch

Well, it's only fair. I'm a nice girl, and I want share the beauty...

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Can I ask a HUGE HUGE HUGE favour? Could you send me some? I have kept NONE of it and I WANT!!!

And yes! Wednesday! Sounds GRAND!

[ashen_key]

*blinks*

Sure. What time your time should you be able to float around? My morning is going to be devoted to watching (FINALLY!) PotC.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Oh God, they're so much prettier than Shakespeare.

Which is VERY RARE, for me.

Get them out of my heeeeeeead, evil child.

[ashen_key]

Well, I would if I could, but I can't as the pretty dominates all and knows no competion.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

They're currently at war with Louis and Lestat for Prettiest Distraction.

Can't choose essay topic >_< Will end up doing the invented phrasing and idiomatic language of Hamlet's soliloquy, I expect.

[ashen_key]

Skazz and Andre are fighting Neo!Draco in my head, actually. I've got the fanfic sitting open on my computer.

I still have to do Creative English, only it's not really creative and is more like a relaxed essey. *makes a face* Gah, English.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Actually, I'm frantically finishing Mari's bday fic at the moment, then I have YOURS to do. And all the while Lestat (and Armand, for some reason) are screaming WRITE ME NOW.

Bah. Will bullshit my way through essay. Mrs Thompson loves us all anyway.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sounds far more interesting than the lexical cohesion, use of metaphor and idiomatic language in the RULES OF SCRABBLE!

*bursts into tears*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

How the hell did you end up with a topic like that?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

God hates me. And since I am god, that's a little worrying.

It was that, or the care of vinyl, or the exam board's rules, or canal angling, or a paper about alkalis...

I hate my course.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Now now, delusions of deityity (Shakespeare invented words, watch me do the same) are hardly going to help.

Okay, yes, I would hate your course too.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Ji says I can be the god if i want. I am the god of the monkeys that are attempting to write Hamlet. *g*

And I resign from my paper. I accept the failure. Bollocks to it.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

What a wonderful attitude. Lets hope it creeps over to me by osmosis before I die of a stress-related illness.

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

Gods, you should ask to be distracted much more often if it's going to result in such lovely Snupin.