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