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04 February 2010 @ 09:05 am
January Contest Winner and February's Contest!  
Many, many thanks to elle_blessing , eustacia_vye , filia_umbrae  and goeungurl  for entering January's contest! Jessica and Mylan entered more than once and all the stories were varied and beautiful.   There were some really great drabbles on the replies to THIS POST if you missed it.  Go read and enjoy them.

The winner for this month is filia_umbrae , for her wistful, angsty, yet hopeful  Booth/Brennan drabble!  Congratulations!  Tell me what colors you prefer for your tote bag prize and I'll get right on it.  You can send your address to persephone3333@gmail.com. :D

And now...  
February's Contest!

For the month of luuuurve, and to win a $15 gift certificate to Starbucks, leave in the comments to this post:

your favorite quote about love,


write a drabble about true love, if you're so inspired,
('ships on the january contest post)


make a 'love' icon.

And with your prize, you can buy two and a half cups of fancy coffee. ;)  The entries are due February 28, by midnight.  (Honestly, I go to bed about 10:30, so as long as you get them in before I check my email on the 1st, you're golden. Enter as many times as you like, in a reply to this post.  Only those people on my friends list are eligible.  You can pimp this if you like, but if the folks aren't on my f-list, they can't win.  They are, of course, welcome to friend me and THEN enter.   'Cause I'm all about a way to get around the rules.

Spread the luuuuurrrrrve!  Enter!  Have fun!
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O Demanding One: Encourage: ♥ You ROCK!heyurs on February 4th, 2010 04:16 pm (UTC)

CONGRATULATIONS to everybody! :D

Elleelvishly on February 4th, 2010 04:25 pm (UTC)
Wow! There are so many quotations about love I... love... Heh.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves
you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terr-
ible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself
a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy,
and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to
choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and
he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your
heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you
don't even have a name for.

You are Jeff. Richard Siken


"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain and lies. Hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan, is… I think I love you. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine." Yvaine. Neil Gaiman. Stardust.


And, of course, this wouldn't be complete with a WH quote...

I cannot express it, but surely you and every body have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and, if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees – my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath – a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff – he’s always, always in my mind – not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself – but, as my own being – so, don’t talk of separation again – it is impracticable; and –

Wuthering Heights

O Demanding One: Love: Clearly Love Never Failsheyurs on February 4th, 2010 04:47 pm (UTC)

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16

This is a love so deep and amazing that we can't even comprehend it. ♥

Ayla: Booksabitofayla on February 4th, 2010 05:15 pm (UTC)
A drabble :) er... it got a bit long. Part I of II
Genre: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco/Ginny
Rating: safe
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Letter from Ginny to her great-granddaughter. Ginny is old, Draco has been gone quite a while.

I picked up the quill that was laying on the old writing desk, and took a long breath. I had told this story to two generations now, and at long last, the third generation was curious. it is a terrible shame though that I can't verbally tell her, since she is so far away, but perhaps she will keep this letter and more generations can read it.

'My darling Erin,' I began the letter, tears already welling in my eyes as the memories came back. It had been so much easier when he was actually around. 'I will begin this letter as I began the story told to your mother and grandmother.

'We weren't childhood friends, nor were we Hogwarts sweethearts. The chances of meeting him were one in a million. I say 'meeting him' because even though we were contemporaries at Hogwarts, I didn't know the boy.

'It really was one in a million, for had I not gone into your great-great-aunt's bookshop that day, and had he not been there buying a book for someone else, you would not be here today.

'I hadn't planned on going into Hermione's shop. I was far too busy to be bothered. Work had me pulled several different ways. I had no free time, really. But when I saw the light on as I was passing through Diagon Alley, I knew I had to stop; I hadn't seen her in weeks.

'When I stepped in the shop, Hermione was helping a fairly tall gentleman, and both were looking a bit annoyed. I didn't recognize him, as it had been some years, probably about 5, maybe 6 years. As I leaned against the counter and looked at his face, I knew who he was. I knew he was the bloke I would one day marry. I did not realize though, that it was Draco Malfoy.

'After he left the shop, having purchased his book, and having said "excuse me" as he left; I looked to Hermione, who laughed in my face. I was appalled, of course. Once she gained her composure, she told me that the "dreamy, starstruck" look in my eyes was for none other than the bane of my brother's life since 11 years old - Draco Malfoy.

'After several denials, she coerced me into telling my thoughts, and though I expected her to laugh again at me, she didn't. She told me that he was a regular customer, single, that he enjoyed reading and traveling, and might make a good friend for me.

'I stared at her as if she lost her mind. Was I to stalk out someone at her bookstore? I barely had time to myself, let alone hang around a bookstore. After my little rant, Hermione kindly told me that no, she could give me the address of where he got mail, and she would give him mine, and let things work their course.
Aylaabitofayla on February 4th, 2010 05:16 pm (UTC)
Part II of II
'I agreed and she gave me the address, to which I looked over several times before going on my way back home, after chatting a little bit longer, but I didn't owl him. I didn't have to. He owled me first. Apparently after I had left, she owled him a receipt he had forgotten along with a note, saying who I was. She had told him who I was, and he still sent a note, obviously childhood wars forgotten. He asked if I would like to get together that evening, as he and a couple friends were going out, but if I didn't want to, it was perfectly fine. I admit, I was hesitant, I had a bunch of work to do, and had work in the morning, but after much debate I gave in. Opportunities like this never happen every day.

'As it turns out, his friends bailed on him, and he then owled me again, asking if I would still like to go. I agreed once more. He was to apparate to my apartment and from there, we would go.

'Officially meeting him was spectacular. When I saw him outside my door, it was like I had touched a portkey. There was a pull from behind my navel that just led me to him. My heart skipped several beats, and butterflies were flying two hundred kilometers an hour.

'We talked all night, and had an immensely good time with one another. I had never been so comfortable around a bloke before. After that evening, we spent any time we could together, and the remaining time was sent owling, just talking about all sorts of different things.

'Life was well, until we hit several rough spots. We ended up not seeing one another for time, and he ended up getting with another witch. Oh, I wanted to die. Here he was, the man I knew I was to marry, gallavanting with some... harlot! I was severely broken hearted, even more so than when we broke up.

'But I knew in my heart that he would one day find his way back to me. I remained his friend, as difficult as that was, and my patience paid off. It was many months later when he asked to speak with me, I thought nothing of it. He told me that he was sorry, and was trying to get things straightened out in his life. He thought he knew what he wanted and that he was wrong. What he knew was for him was looking at him the whole time. He wanted another chance. I was wary, but in time, we were like we had been. He had become my best friend, and I had missed that feeling.

'It was two years later that he proposed to me, in the spot where he had first realized what I was to him, his other half, and another 6 months later we were married. We were married for nearly 100 years before he passed.' By this time I had to stop writing, my words were getting more and more smudged by tear drops, and I had to clean the letter. It had been some time since I had last seriously sat down and thought this through. I didn't think I would honestly remember so many details. As I relived these moments in my life, my heart broke again. I knew I would see him again. I sighed, and knew I had to finish the letter.

Wiping away the tears, I picked up the quill once more, and finished writing. 'Now Erin, my advice for you is this, follow your heart. It knows. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow that your one true love will walk into your life. But when he does, don't give up on him. He may need clarity, and he may do things that hurt you, but don't give up on him. Be there for him, be his friend, let him know you care. Support his ideas, and be "one of the blokes" if you have to. Your love won't end. He'll be there in the end.

'Now make me proud, my granddaughter. You've done wonderful things thus far, and I am proud of you now. I love you tremendously. Take care of your mother. Love, Gran.'

I glanced to the clock as I put the letter in an envelope and sent it off. I let out a shaky breath and went to take a nap. Tears welled up in my eyes as I knew I would see my one true love shortly, for the hand of the clock moved from "home" and was making its way toward "great beyond".
Numbaby: huggies!numbaby on February 5th, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)
I'll probably attempt a drabble later on, but for now, my favourite love quote, courtesy of Augustine of Hippo (it tends to be my standby for engagement/wedding cards, etc)

Love is the beauty of the soul.
Jessica K Malfoy: moulin rouge wheeljessicakmalfoy on February 5th, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
The lyrics to the song Sparkling Diamonds which was in Moulin Rouge are one of my favorite things to quote about love!

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat, or help you feed your
pussy cat.

Men grow cold as girls grow old,
And we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
Mala13oct on February 5th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
I don't have a romantic quote exactly, but I do have the exact words to one of the most romantic telegrams that I have seen in RL. The background story to this telegram reads like something out of a romance novel. Here goes:


The above is a telegram that my father sent my mother instead of a regular proposal. They have now been married 37 happy years. When they got married, they broke every written and unwritten run in the marriage book that most Asians follow. To begin with Dad was from South India and Mum from Nepal, so they had nothing in common culturally. Then Dad was Catholic and Mum Hindu. That's a huge thing still for a lot of people. Also, my Mum was six years older than my father. Yet another huge taboo. And they dated for six years before they got married. Another not done thing in those days.

They met in the city of Calcutta – a city that half way in between where my father comes from and where my Mum grew up. Mum was a doctor in a hospital, and Dad was the patient there. He broke a leg and both his arms due to an accident that happened on the ship that he was on (he was, and still is a shippie) and landed up in the hospital that Mum worked at. She wasn't his doctor, but came to his ward to check on another one of her patients. Dad still remembers the outfit that she had on the first time he met her. They still celebrate the day that they first met. The still go on dates and hold hands. My parents, my real life Romeo and Juliet.
seegrim: butterfly beautifulseegrim on March 4th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
Oh mh gosh, Mala. I just saw this post today. I love it! Thanks so much for sharing.
filia_umbrae on February 26th, 2010 02:01 am (UTC)
Hokai, so. Thanks to the bitesize_bones com, I have been writing...like, non stop. More than I have in ages, and this sort of popped into my head because of this, and I thought that it would fir here best of all (I totally blame you for encouraging me on the Bones!fic kick ^_^)


She thinks that she doesn't know what love is, and that terrifies her.

Once, when she had a family, she though that she knew, but that life was gone in a flurry of panic and fear. When she was finally able to take charge of her life again and impose order and reason on it, there was no room in her life--in her heart--for love.

For the longest time, that was more than adequate. She had affection, and that was love, wasn't it? She had a best friend (the first she could remember having in well more than a decade), and that was kind of like love. And then...then came Booth.

He set everything on end without even trying. Other people always left her. Booth looked as though the thought of leaving had never even occurred to him. He was her partner-- a word she'd associated with sex, but there was no sex (a fact that, were she being honest with herself, she deeply lamented). He would die for her, had been shot for her, and she'd do the same for him in an instant. There was loyalty and a deep abiding faith in what was Booth. They shared meals and looks, arguments, agreements. They badgered Sweets and hassled Cam. She made him eat vegetables, he coerced her into trying the pie. They'd watched the stars together, sunrises, sunsets. They shared Christmases with each other, called each other in the middle of the night just because.

Dr. Temperance Brennan doesn't know what love is, but she thinks that it might be a lot like Booth.
Carrie Leigh: Booth/Colliercarrie_leigh on February 27th, 2010 03:14 am (UTC)
*giggles like mad*

I Looooove this. you know I do.

I haven't visited bite sized bones in a week. Looks like I have some catching up to do.
filia_umbrae on February 27th, 2010 05:46 am (UTC)
Oh, girl. Good lord. I make the mistake of reading it on my phone while I'm at work. I have written so much just scribbled in a little notebook for this thing.

Also, I am super glad that you liked! My bag gets so many compliments, it is ridiculous. I love it!!!
Elle Blessingway: Penguin Loveelle_blessing on February 27th, 2010 07:46 am (UTC)
Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Notes: When I think of love, I think of some of my favorite verses, 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 - the 'Love is' excerpt. It's a definition of love, and the totality of it is quoted throughout the following piece. I used Ron and Pansy to give an illustration of the verse. I hope you like it, Carrie! It was definitely a really refreshing exercise after all the angst I've been doing.

Love is patient and kind

She's called him poor and dirty, unclean and so many other things. It doesn't really matter though. Ron knows it's because she hurts, knows because the most biting of words fall like acid when she's about to cry.

Those are the times when he just holds her and wonders at the fact that he didn't yell back. What does it mean?

Love does not boast or envy

Ron always wonders how he ended up with Pansy. She has everything he thought he wanted - the estate, the money, the power and influence. People do what she says and everyone knows her name.

But in the end, none of it really mattered. It was all about making her smile.

It is not arrogant or rude

He still has trouble holding his tongue and his temper, but when faced with hers he finds that there's nothing there to spark. Not when he realized it was because she hurt; retribution was hollow after that.

The urge to fight back still whispers through his mind when Pansy has thrown her barbs, but Ron knows now that he has to persevere. There's no room for pride, not with her.

It does not insiste on its own way

Sometimes it's the hardest thing Ron's ever done to live the role of 'Ickle Ronnikins'. Other times it's easy to be the youngest brother, in the shadow of Bill and Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. He can throw fits, lose his temper and always point to some kind of justification given his standing behind the others, that it's hard to follow so much potential realized.

But it all changed when he met Pansy. One moment changed everything; she was Parkinson, but now she's Pansy, always. Ron wants to be what she needs. Somehow that became more important than finding excuses for himself. Now he wants to be better, for her.

When did that happen?

It is not irritable or resentful

It's not always easy. Pansy is mean, vindicitive and her first reaction is to redirect the hurt on someone else. He was always an easy target for her - a Weasley - but now he's too close, sees too much.

And she wants to drive him away, prove to herself that all people do is let you down and that she's right; she's not really worth it.

Sometimes Ron burns with the desire to repay her barb for barb, to make her feel what words can do.

But then he realized he loved her. Truly. And it was an earth shattering thing, so much so that he knows he just has to take it. Convince her she's worth loving. Show her what he sees.

It does not rejoice in wrong doing, but rejoices with the truth

Sometimes it's still there, that urge to just give up and really dig at her where he knows it'll hurt the most.

But she smiles more. She laughs.

It makes it all worth it. Everything. He smiles more too, now, and sometimes, though he would never admit it, it feels so good to see her happy, that it hurts, and he's not sure if he won't cry.

Love bears all things, believes in all things, hopes in all things

He wasn't perfect. There were days where he thought he'd failed them both. He wasn't the Chosen One, was never expected to amount to anything, not after his brothers. Pansy was so broken and anyone would have been better than him to try and put the pieces back together.

No one believed in him. Sometimes he didn't believe in him.

Pansy never said it, and probably never would, but she hoped with every fiber of her being that Ron would prove her wrong. That there was someone out there who was worth believing in.

Love endures all things

Thing was, he wasn't perfect. But he was there, and in the end, it was all that mattered.
seegrimseegrim on March 4th, 2010 11:23 pm (UTC)
Very touching.

Love endures all things

Thing was, he wasn't perfect. But he was there, and in the end, it was all that mattered.

Well done!
Elle Blessingway: Pink Kisselle_blessing on March 5th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
Thank you much! :D