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  <title>;; FANFiCTiON and LiVEJOURNAL GRAPHiCS</title>
  <subtitle>By Shelley Perez</subtitle>
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  <updated>2004-09-05T20:43:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:city_love_x:1688</id>
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    <title>Another new community!!</title>
    <published>2004-09-05T20:43:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-05T20:43:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't seem to find a beta reader anywhere, no matter how hard I try, so I created a new community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_hp_beta' lj:user='hp_beta' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/hp_beta/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/hp_beta/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hp_beta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_hp_beta' lj:user='hp_beta' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/hp_beta/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/hp_beta/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hp_beta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:city_love_x:1423</id>
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    <title>Two Lines Challenge Fic</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T23:38:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T23:38:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Devo (I think0 ~ Whip It</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Looking desperately for a beta reader. Anyone interested? &lt;a href="mailto:city_love_x @ yahoo.com"&gt;city_love_x @ yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;; subject line "Beta Reader", please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Leave It All Behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Chapter Title:&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Previous Chapters:&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing too harmful, so I'll say... PG-ish. No language, really, just sadness, and maybe people would like to be warned about that, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter [briefly], Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; implied R/L, implied N/G, implied H/Hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; implied character death. Sheesh, everything is &lt;i&gt;implied&lt;/i&gt;. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; It's six months after another adventure in the Department of Mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I could have thought of these characters on my own, but alas, JKR beat me to it. I am just borrowing them. I will return them [relatively] unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other:&lt;/b&gt; Written for the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.burning-memories.net/littlethings/twolines"&gt;Two Lines Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/b&gt; Pretty much every book, I guesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are still a whisper on my lips&lt;br /&gt;A feeling at my fingertips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;i&gt;Days Go By&lt;/i&gt;, Dirty Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd been avoiding it all costs, but she'd finally cornered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ron, we need to talk," were the first words from her mouth. That Hermione Granger really knew how to cut to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley looked desperately at his friends, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, for some kind of help, not really knowing what kind of help he needed, just that he needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned back to the brown eyes that were boring into him. "Um," he stalled. He didn't see how he was going to get out of this one. "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew what was coming. He knew what Hermione wanted to talk about. Couldn't she just leave the subject alone? It had been months, wasn't she over it already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione led him down a deserted corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ron, I'm ashamed of you," Hermione began. She took a slightly shallow breath. "I'm ashamed of your behavior... regarding..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it so hard for her to say simple words? Ron had been over it a week after &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; happened -- or so he told himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want me to do, Hermione?" he snapped. "It wasn't our fault... and there's no way we can go back to how things were. You need to get over it. It's been at least six months!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched Hermione's eyes overflow with tears. "I can't believe you," she said in a whisper. "I can't believe how you can just shrug this off like it's nothing. Our best friend... he's..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just spit it out, he's &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;," Ron scowled, turning away from her. She had to remind him of it. She just had the need to ruin any good feelings he had by reminding him of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you," Hermione repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still could not look at her. Seeing her crying wasn't what he needed right now. It was the very last thing he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move on with your life, Hermione," he said to the wall. "It's over with. There's nothing we can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard soft sniffles behind him. If he didn't leave know, who knew what he would do? Would he start crying, too? Ron Weasley never cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, not when anyone was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville blinked and stared up at the ceiling. Madame Pomfrey said he should go back to his dormitory, but he didn't feel like it just yet. He still had questions that he knew would never be answered... but still. For now, he was content with thinking and watching Ginny Weasley sleep in the cot next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had they all gone back to the Department of Mysteries? He knew at the time he wanted to help Harry... at the time, he wasn't thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had stayed in his nice, warm dormitory, would things have turned out exactly the same? Would he be the same old Neville, before he had seen a friend die? Would he have had the courage to ask the prettiest girl to go to Hogsmeade with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he couldn't anymore. At least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at said girl in her little cot. He wondered if she would ever get her sanity back. Then, if she did, would she have her memory back as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised himself that the second he graduated Hogwarts, he was going to visit his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny stirred. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cocked her head to the side, staring intently at the boy in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, then left. He couldn't stand to hear anymore of her talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't talking at all, actually. It was just... sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna Lovegood was holding a charms book, but not really paying attention. She was much more interested in the boy sitting at the next table. The boy with the red hair. Her favorite boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Ronald," she said, drifting over and seating herself beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo," he replied, not looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're sad about Harry," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shot her a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can glare at me all you like. It's only natural for someone in your state."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there someone else you can bother?" Ron snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna's insides twisted briefly, but she kept her expression calm. She continued. "You shouldn't be so hard on Hermione. Everyone's grieving period is different," she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew exactly what he needed at this point. She leaned over her chair, and wrapped Ronald Weasley into a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't flinch as she had expected him to, so she held on longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had seen him die. She witnessed it with her very own eyes. Who could she turn to, if not Ron? There was no one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could still see his face. Every night, he came back to her. He didn't really do anything; they just talked and laughed, maybe went and explored the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she would wake up, and he would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wished she could have told him how she felt. How much she loved him. How much he had changed her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could hear his voice, telling her not to cry, but still she cried. She could feel his arm around her neck, his lips lightly against her cheek. She put her hand to her face, willing the feeling to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could only tell Ron about these things, maybe she could move on. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a comment-ivore. Feed me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:city_love_x:1225</id>
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    <title>New Community</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T01:44:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T01:44:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Boom - fan_3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey, everyone, I just created a new fanfiction community, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_chick_fic' lj:user='chick_fic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/chick_fic/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/chick_fic/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chick_fic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. GO JOIN! It's a community for female celebrity fanfiction, like Hilary Duff, Lindsay Lohan, Emma Watson, and more! Please, I need some more members, and a few mods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I even created the community was because I am in the process of writing a Hilary Duff/Hayden Panettiere fic, and was searching for communities to place it in, but couldn't find any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ones I could find were closed communities, and since I'm obviously not 18, I wasn't allowed to join. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please go join &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_chick_fic' lj:user='chick_fic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/chick_fic/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/chick_fic/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chick_fic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and promote it!</content>
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    <title>Testing!</title>
    <published>2004-07-26T01:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-26T01:48:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>testing, testing, testing, testing!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Patrick: Testing, testing, testing, testing, testing, testing! TESTING! WHOO! TESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob: I read you loud and clear.</content>
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