Literary Geeks 'R Us

Please click on it, I'd really like for the tiny baby dragon to not die.

ETA:[url=http://tinyurl.com/3glfzx][img]http://tinyurl.com/3uqakg/.gif[/img][/url] and a mood kitty.

Junpei is so very adorkable. Everyone should give him puppies, videogames and as much time with Chidori as the both of them can handle.

Body,
Hate you. Srsly, stop pulling this shit. However, in the interests of being reasonable, would accept just the brainmeats to stop pulling this shit on me.

No love,
Mind

http://valerie-z.livejournal.com/806176.html

Gerard & Frank plan Gerard's wedding to Eliza and are also hetero life mates.

If that line doesn't sell you on it, never hit my MCR tag, because it's mostly going to be fic squee.

*does the cabbage patch*

That is all.

For Anime Cubed, I've decided to go as Pimp!Yuuko and already have two friends for the entourage! One friend is going to be Watanuki, the other's going to be her muscle/bouncer.

Speaking of the plunny, I release it to spawn a Pimp!Yuuko AU in someone more talented than me. If anyone sees one such AU, please throw me a link?

So, dear flist, what do you wonderful people think of the idea of Sexy no Jutsu Asuma for next May? Ideas for easy means of tummy-flattening would also be useful

Y'know what I want to see? William Beckett in pigtails, preferably with his longer hair.

Note to self: Less Jack, more Coke

Sometimes, I've sworn I was an empath for the depth of emotion I've felt, of joy, of happiness, contentment, sorrow, sadness, anger, embarassment. There are reasons why I avoid most dramas, nearly all horror and angst-ridden fic, most of them being my discomfort with most of my emotions, most of dissolve into sorrow or crying, those few that don't I have a hard time speaking of them, for I lack the words to properly explain them. Some part of me, I feel, will always ache for the magic of my books, stories, and what fiction I write, for the ability to show my emotions to others without words getting in the way, the power to fix what small ills of the world I could, and truly be all of who I am, healer and carer and protector, to live my life as quietly or not as I chose, and dabble in aught that's interesting and naught that isn't, to not worry about money, to draw out the vibrant images of clothes, and jewels, and people roaming my mind. To share the near pastoral contentment of Madeline's family having Midsummer's lunch with her parents, all them laying about on blanketed grass or playing as suits them in the Katsuragi burial place, with her parents' spirits happy, together again, and enjoying their daughter's family all about, and to carry tales back to those family spirits that couldn't or didn't come

I have a strong urge to have my original character inform people that she can kill them with her brain in multiple ways.

It's six the the morning day after Solstice, and I've been awake since noon and actually did more than a bit today, as I was out of the house from around 3:30 to 8:45 pm, on buses, and in malls or libraries. Not to mention the two fic-series I've completely read, both enjoyable, though the second was quite heartwrenching, and a third that I've started, by the same author as the second, who seems to have a very interesting flavour to (assumably) her writing, the two original series I've read, and for which I'd do a great many things to have her talent. I've also gone right past tired in that the eyelid scale is barely registering in my head, my undereyes were being weird and pressure-y, the tiredness isn't registering much aside from that I know I really need to get some fucking sleep, and yet am way too entranced by third fic to want to sleep, eye area and stomach be damned.

I could really go for some tea right now, but that requires actual movement and going up stairs, so instead I will think of my tea icons and be amused at how ridiculously cute my baby penguin icon is.

I really want more baguette. It is like crack, yummy warm starch-laden crack. *goes to fish another one from the basement freezer*

*half-heartedly* Damn the Internet's Shinyness and its bed-forgetting siren call.

I am not at all amused at my inability to get and stay certain types of angry without dissolving into goddamned tears. Also, my parents would have been smart to stop after the first child, as it's the second who causes most of the problems, and is the biggest one. Problems would also be mostly solved if she moved the fuck out, as she says she can't wait to. Others are waiting for the same day, Harpy.

I just found out that Nero can burn Video CDs with episode-select menus. This is wonderful. I can make myself watchable interim discs of Bleach that I can then give to a friend when I get the fancy dvds from another friend. (They are muchly appreciated by all who have seen them, by the way.) I'm screening the comments so if any of my lj-only friends would like a set, details can be provided. northernholiday I'll be doing my best to get at least part of a set done for your sister.

I have a new default icon. Comment to observe.

Hint to northernholiday: You saw me make it whilst I was valiantly avoiding what Pantic *spits* wanted me to do.

There's apparently an anti-gay medication out on the U.S. market. It's called Hetracil, and the website is here.

Discuss.

Edit: It has some to my attention that it's a hoax. Discussion still open, though.

I'm about thirty-five minutes into Advent Children and Oh my sweet Baby Jeebus is Vincent *so* *damn* *cool*!!!

I have the feeling that if some of my family and friends where to watch and hear me wait for one piece of the next firefly episode to download, they would be amused. It involves talking to the computer as if it's a Turing machine, and a bad knockoff-Gestapo commander voice.