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fic: left to nowhere [1/?] [Sep. 19th, 2010|12:00 am]
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manc_slash is dead, but what do I care?

Title: Left to Nowhere [1/?]
Author: raramai 
Pairing: Ian Curtis/Bernard Sumner
Rating: PG-15
Summary and A/N: Be the change in fandom you wish to see.  JD slash does not exist, so my sorry ass decided to remedy that.  Ian is spiraling more and more out of control; he makes the mistake of letting himself get too close to Barney, especially since he's already got a mistress and a wife.
Disclaimer: The F in RPF stands for fiction.  Ian Curtis is spinning in his headstone-less grave and Bernard Sumner is old and fat and thankful that I haven't decided to write stuff New Order, whose members have split from each other on very friendly and amicable terms.

You knew what you should’ve been doing instead of locking yourself in your room and rereading Ballinger, but what did you care? Old habits die hard and it was too late for you to change much of anything. And no one could tell you what you should’ve been doing with your life, because a piece of paper from some hoity-toity university meant shit, and they knew it.
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A fic that I wrote (New Order slash) [Aug. 5th, 2008|11:08 pm]
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[Current Mood |crazycrazy]

The pairing is Bernard (New Order) and Phil (New Order). 
Title: Is guilt really so useless?

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Pimping time! [May. 2nd, 2008|08:02 pm]
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[Current Location |a chair]
[Current Mood |bouncybouncy]
[Current Music |none *surprise*]

I've been thinking for a time about making a site that would gather all the Oasis slash i know of, and I'm glad to say I've finally finished! It's the first time I do something like this, but it actually works *gasp* so if you want to have a look I'd be so pleased ^^  http://www.freewebs.com/oasisslash/
And yes, I've been pretty influenced by catlinbee's site
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(no subject) [Dec. 1st, 2007|07:42 pm]
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[Current Music |The Pop Group- She is Beyond Good and Evil]

Right so, today I saw Control with my very dear but non-Manc educated mother.
During the scene where Barnie hypnotizes Ian, she turned to me and asked if I-Cur and B-Sumn were going to bone, and seemed to feel that it was a shame that Ian Curtis never got to expierence the bumlove of Sumner, whom she refered to as a "very sweet boy".

(ps: I nearly posted this to badtattoos_4, epic win.)
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(no subject) [Sep. 3rd, 2007|03:54 pm]
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Someone who knows me well just linked me to this. Perhaps it's been posted before but lets just watch it again shall we?

Wait for the magic at about 1:00 in, when Marr can no longer resist Mozz's sexy mating dance.
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A Sweet Day for Eternity ;___; [Aug. 25th, 2007|03:42 pm]
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Here is a fic I wrote for pygmalism who longed for the sweet delicacy of wrinkle slash.

A grim winter rain fell softly against the windows of the retirement home. Marr lay back in his wheelchair and sighed. Gone were the merry days of youth when he would run through fields of daisies and chortle with the pixies. Gone were the days of his youthful summer. He waited quietly for death’s cold embrace and he shivered into his course, grey blankets. The vast fields before him were lifeless and dull. A stray blackbird pecked for worms inside the icy mud. Soon the worms would find his desiccated body as they lowered it into the unforgiving earth. All those years ago he had seen the endless possibilities of England’s green meadows. There had been years of sunshine and light summer evenings. He had thought those times would last into eternity. Yet they had turned sour so quickly and he was left to look to the dark horizon with a heavy heart. Marr touched his wrinkled face as a single tear made its way through the untouched crevices. Once his face had been youthful and flushed with the soft pinkness of youth. Now it was sunken and pale.

Marr turned his head slowly as the familiar squeak of a walking frame echoed across the hallway. A smell of antiseptic pervaded the thin air. As Marr began to cough, the familiar figure of Diggle ambled slowly into the desolate room. He nodded a greeting and looked immensely sad. His summer youth was also spent and gone. Together they faced the coldness of the tomb. He approached Marr slowly, struggling with the weight of his own sad bones. His knees trembled with every tiny step. Diggle loomed over Marr as he sat despondently inside his wheel chair. He wished to make sweet and tender love to his old companion, but their bodies seemed too old and tragic now. Diggle moved his hand slowly from the sturdy walking frame. He trembled for a moment and then stumbled. Crying softly, he fell to his knees and quivered. His face fell into Marr’s lap. Once his loins had been rich and fruitful. Now they felt wasted like grapes left dead upon the vine. Once he had drunken from Johnny’s sweet wine. It had made him wild and frisky. But now there was only a sad memory that could not bring warmth to the cold and ugly room. The dull white walls claimed any memory of happiness from these old men.

Out of habit, Marr pushed his skeletal hand into Diggle’s spotted neck, encouraging him to go further. But his mouth was dry and sore. His dentures moved about across his tried gums. There was no sweet love to be had. Marr was suddenly resolute. He would consume Diggle once more. Again, he would take him as a lover. No longer could he be a wild stallion upon which to gallop. There would be no path of rainbows, for this was the way of youth. But they could forge another path! Marr unbuttoned his cardigan, letting it hang across his narrow shoulders. He coughed until his lungs ached. The phlegm slid down his throat like the seeds of Diggle’s love once did in a better and more happy time. Diggle moved his arthritic fingers slowly over Marr's liver spots, savouring every detail. “Take me now” he grunted as Marr reached for his heart medication. There was a deep longing in his eyes. Diggle’s shirt was stained with soup from his trembling fingers. Marr took in every inch of his lover. His nose hair was white and long. His ears were stained and ruddy. The veins rose up in his long and slender hands. Diggle lay down upon Marr’s frail body. There was so little life inside his chest. Yet Diggle wanted to consume it all. His cold body rested against Marr. They gently touched lips and faded away into the darkness beyond.

When the doctor made his evening rounds, his eyes fell to the floor where the two cold bodies lay; linked together in a final embrace.
“Once a dirty homo fag, always a dirty homo fag” he said meaningfully as the nurse picked up Diggle’s blue wrist for a faint sign of life. But there was no life to be found. The lonely fields of Manchester had claimed another pair of lovers who would live once again in the Lord’s endless castle. Somewhere across the waves, Morrissey was weeping.
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Barney and Hooky Don't Talk Anymore [Aug. 8th, 2007|02:32 pm]
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[Current Mood |amusedamused]
[Current Music |The Durutti Column: Sketch for Dawn II]

Dig the slashy overtones:

Dig also the footage of Barney in a tank top and short shorts. My, what silky smooth legs he appears to have!
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Mwahaha! [Jul. 18th, 2007|07:34 pm]
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[Current Music |Roxy Music: In Every Dream Home a Heartache]

I don't remember whether the author of the Bernard/Bobby fic is actually a manc_slasher, but whoever you may be, check it out: you're famous!


And you have my great admiration for freaking out the miserable, misogynistic, homophobic, xenophobic group of people known as most of the NOOL population!  (There are a few non-jerks, but most of them hang out at Barney's Angels anyway.)
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madbreaster [Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:56 pm]
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just imagine a Bizarre Love Triangle of bernard s., moz, and ian c. giving each other The Perfect Kiss while Bez is acting like a Vicar In A Tutu.

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wut [Jun. 25th, 2006|09:48 am]
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[Current Mood |accomplished]
[Current Music |Magazine- The Thin Air]

A Howard Devoto/Momus fic that councilestate and I wrote!

lolz in hereCollapse )
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