PSA and a rec
Sep. 14th, 2004 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pauraque_bkPSA.
A glitch has cropped up that's causing some people's LJ memories to not display.
Here's an official response: Support Request #339533
Basically, sit tight, don't try to fix it yourself, they're trying to get the thing working again. It happened to me too, and I'm not panicking yet. :)
REC.
Clean (R) by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
switchknife
(I don't know if I would call this gen, but I wouldn't call it slash either. It's rated R for references to child abuse and other disturbing subject matter, but it isn't a "slash story".)
I called this short fic perfect in my initial comment, and, well... it is. This is Tom Riddle. It doesn't feel short so much as it feels dense. It's jungle-thick with imagery and allusion, doubling back on itself even as it points unerringly, inevitably to the future we know is coming for this boy. I love past-fic, and stories like 'Clean' are why.
'Father Bellamy, who he'd only meant to push, but he must have Wished too hard because Father Bellamy cracked his head against the wall and knocked the glass of wine from his desk. Quick slip of the lock and then Tom was out, panting, skidding feet to the back door and out into the garden. He hid there for many hours, thinking of the red drip of wine onto Bellamy's fingers and the red stain of Bellamy's blood on the wall, thinking what now is he dead not red at all not red...'
Don't forget the feedback.
I had a series of dreams last night where various things were on fire, including the grocery store across from me, and the garbage can at work. As usual, I knew I was dreaming, and it seemed like an odd topic. Eventually it occurred to me that something might be on fire in real life, so I woke myself up, but nothing was amiss.
A glitch has cropped up that's causing some people's LJ memories to not display.
Here's an official response: Support Request #339533
Basically, sit tight, don't try to fix it yourself, they're trying to get the thing working again. It happened to me too, and I'm not panicking yet. :)
REC.
Clean (R) by
switchknife(I don't know if I would call this gen, but I wouldn't call it slash either. It's rated R for references to child abuse and other disturbing subject matter, but it isn't a "slash story".)
I called this short fic perfect in my initial comment, and, well... it is. This is Tom Riddle. It doesn't feel short so much as it feels dense. It's jungle-thick with imagery and allusion, doubling back on itself even as it points unerringly, inevitably to the future we know is coming for this boy. I love past-fic, and stories like 'Clean' are why.
'Father Bellamy, who he'd only meant to push, but he must have Wished too hard because Father Bellamy cracked his head against the wall and knocked the glass of wine from his desk. Quick slip of the lock and then Tom was out, panting, skidding feet to the back door and out into the garden. He hid there for many hours, thinking of the red drip of wine onto Bellamy's fingers and the red stain of Bellamy's blood on the wall, thinking what now is he dead not red at all not red...'
Don't forget the feedback.
I had a series of dreams last night where various things were on fire, including the grocery store across from me, and the garbage can at work. As usual, I knew I was dreaming, and it seemed like an odd topic. Eventually it occurred to me that something might be on fire in real life, so I woke myself up, but nothing was amiss.
