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Finally, oh God finally I finished my entry for darkones' challenge. It's been sent to Tabby, why_me_why_not to beta, and I should post it tomorrow or saturday at last. Don't get me wrong, I love it madly, I find it great, but it was so damn exhausting to write, since it's both dark and angsty as hell. It's almost 2000 words, but it seemed longer, since I just kept stalling and stalling. And now, shit, I've got to think of a decent plot for the next part of the Pirate!Marauders fic. (moonix, I guess the part about the blanket and the oh so cold night could be the third part, right XP)

I'm in part 9 of shoebox_project. So far, it's so amazing and it makes me all obsessive, and the art blows my mind away, like woah. And, I so want to read a novel lenght decent H/D fic. Any recs? Pretty please? *bats eyelashes*

Other than that, I saw Cheaper by the Dozen 2. Why, because I left myself be dragged. So, I don't really recomend it, unless, well, you're really bored and have nothing better to do.

I've wondering if Brokeback Mountain will be showed here. I mean, my city is quite weird, on one side, it's one of the most conservative cities in Mexico, especially with the older population. On the other side, though, we've got the largest gay population in the country (I kid you not, we're the mexican San Francisco), so everything's kinda shadowy and unknown. *sigh* I do hope, though, I can't wait to see it. (and okay, I'm exagerating, it will be showed, but most probably only in the small independent theatres only a handful of people, included me and my dad, goes too.)

Title: Hold Your Last Breath
Raiting: R-ish. (for gore?)
Word Count: 1985
Summary: Voldemort has won the war, and he held the Trio captive, tortured, poisoned, broken.
Warnings: Dark, angst, blood.
Author Notes: Written for darkones's challenge: Unhappy Endings, Beta-ed ultra fast by the lovely why_me_why_not, and crossposted to omniocular.


( There’s a leak somewhere on the ceiling, and a drop of oily water with rainbows of forgotten happiness splashes on the hard floor exactly four and a half inches from where Harry’s head rests (he’s counted)... )