idk just get in here and post threads, roll all over each other etc
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rehashes — oh this has gotta be a good life [+105]
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- bullieve — ( sweet, wonderful you ) [+81]
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- mightofaknight — beat inside me, leave you blind [+30]
- bullieve — ( would you lay with me and just forget the world? ) [+86]
13 December 2011 @ 11:36 pm
idk just get in here and post threads, roll all over each other etc
09 December 2011 @ 11:06 pm
06 December 2011 @ 11:34 pm
[ Gino's a fan of a sense of normality. he likes fun and adventure and to change things up, but something familiar to fall back on is always appreciated. especially in certain cases where he feels he needs it. such as being alone on his twenty-second birthday. he realized then that he needed to get back into the swing of something that made him happy, and of course there could only be one answer for that.
he wished himself up the Midgar Blues, the bar he ran with Kallen back on Atia.
since then it's been all fun and games, just like the good ol' days. if there aren't enough patrons he can wish for more, when he runs out of something he can wish it into restocking. it's two years of his working life made simple. and it brings back such good memories. it makes him feel good, too. to be back in his old uniform with the towel over his shoulder and a tumbler in his hand, impressing the fine ladies (and gents) with some handiwork with the bottles. he's never been much of a juggler, but tossing them around and pouring behind his back just to show off, why not. and a downright killer smile the entire time, good lord. it really does feel good. he doesn't need a single drop to feel drunk off the energy in there, even if the place isn't booming. someone who came in picked a good track on the jukebox, pretty jazzy, a nice fit for the low lights and the warm atmosphere.
with everyone currently taken care of, Gino just leans forward on the counter, resting his weight on his forearm and gazes out happily into the lounge. man. he should've started doing this again sooner. ]
he wished himself up the Midgar Blues, the bar he ran with Kallen back on Atia.
since then it's been all fun and games, just like the good ol' days. if there aren't enough patrons he can wish for more, when he runs out of something he can wish it into restocking. it's two years of his working life made simple. and it brings back such good memories. it makes him feel good, too. to be back in his old uniform with the towel over his shoulder and a tumbler in his hand, impressing the fine ladies (and gents) with some handiwork with the bottles. he's never been much of a juggler, but tossing them around and pouring behind his back just to show off, why not. and a downright killer smile the entire time, good lord. it really does feel good. he doesn't need a single drop to feel drunk off the energy in there, even if the place isn't booming. someone who came in picked a good track on the jukebox, pretty jazzy, a nice fit for the low lights and the warm atmosphere.
with everyone currently taken care of, Gino just leans forward on the counter, resting his weight on his forearm and gazes out happily into the lounge. man. he should've started doing this again sooner. ]
15 October 2011 @ 03:49 pm
[ it's a bro's-night-in kinda night in the Strider household. except for the part where Bro himself isn't actually home, but that's okay. that just means Dave can turn the tv up without getting his ass kicked and can have his friend over without having to constantly rescue him from a bunch of fucking boobytrapped every day objects (he will never forgive himself for forgetting to warn John to watch the toilet seat that one time). their base of operations started in Dave's room but moved to the living room in favor of playing some shitty skateboarding games on the big TV, with practically the entire room littered with snacks and bottles of whatever and pillows and whatever tossed on the floor because fuck throw pillows, okay. they're about as functionally useless as trolls in wheelchairs.
zing.
at this current moment, Dave is actually getting quite competitive in this particular round of Shitty Skateboarding Game, since he's been slacking off and not actually winning, and would very much like to make up for that by getting All Of The Points and putting John Fucking Egbert in his Place. second place. which is where he belongs. under Dave in the hierarchy of points getting by exactly one slot. ]
Seriously dude, the only way you can cheat at this game is to do the same thing over and over, and that's exactly what you're doing. Cheater.
zing.
at this current moment, Dave is actually getting quite competitive in this particular round of Shitty Skateboarding Game, since he's been slacking off and not actually winning, and would very much like to make up for that by getting All Of The Points and putting John Fucking Egbert in his Place. second place. which is where he belongs. under Dave in the hierarchy of points getting by exactly one slot. ]
Seriously dude, the only way you can cheat at this game is to do the same thing over and over, and that's exactly what you're doing. Cheater.
07 October 2011 @ 02:03 am
[ there's nothing more fun for a couple of bros to do than go to a carnival, right? a completely legit one, too, not just one of those bootleg traveling sons of bitches that are gone with the morning light. this place has got everything under the sun, something for both of them to get into. ironic and hideous stuffed animals for Dave to add to his collection and geeky shit for John, magic tricks and whatever, he can't judge (except he pretends to, but heckling each other over their interests is kinda their thing, no big deal).
and then there are the rides. which they definitely had no reason to jump on immediately, doing the most awesome ones first and then going down the line until the only thing left was the ferris wheel - and why not hit that one, too? there's not much of a line and it's getting to be about the time when any self-respecting human being with knowledge of the predictable and cliche would want to be on a ferris wheel. sundown, what a great view. sigh, so breathtaking. or whatever.
and then, predictably and clichely, the ferris wheel gets stuck. at first they're only partway up but soon the thing creaks to a grinding halt at the very top and Dave almost asks aloud if this is for real. is he in a romantic comedy suddenly or did this really just happen? seriously.
after about five minutes it becomes apparent that a) this is for real, yes, and b) they're not going to be coming down any time soon. it's starting to get dark, but there's just enough light for Dave to be able to see what's going on down there if he leans over, which he doesn't make a habit out of. and by the seventh minute in, he sighs and stretches an arm out across the back of the car and around John's shoulders, stretching his legs out. just to be funny, of course. ]
Well, this is exciting. Should've made bets on the level of extremes this trope was going to go to before we got on, you'd be owing me so much money.
and then there are the rides. which they definitely had no reason to jump on immediately, doing the most awesome ones first and then going down the line until the only thing left was the ferris wheel - and why not hit that one, too? there's not much of a line and it's getting to be about the time when any self-respecting human being with knowledge of the predictable and cliche would want to be on a ferris wheel. sundown, what a great view. sigh, so breathtaking. or whatever.
and then, predictably and clichely, the ferris wheel gets stuck. at first they're only partway up but soon the thing creaks to a grinding halt at the very top and Dave almost asks aloud if this is for real. is he in a romantic comedy suddenly or did this really just happen? seriously.
after about five minutes it becomes apparent that a) this is for real, yes, and b) they're not going to be coming down any time soon. it's starting to get dark, but there's just enough light for Dave to be able to see what's going on down there if he leans over, which he doesn't make a habit out of. and by the seventh minute in, he sighs and stretches an arm out across the back of the car and around John's shoulders, stretching his legs out. just to be funny, of course. ]
Well, this is exciting. Should've made bets on the level of extremes this trope was going to go to before we got on, you'd be owing me so much money.
27 September 2011 @ 06:44 pm
[ so Dungeons and Dragons didn't quite work out. of course, he'd never tried playing the human version before, but even while trying to take it seriously, and before they'd gotten one or two coolers involved, it was only a matter of time before they started treating it more like Monopoly with storytelling.
and then eventually just overturning the board and laughing, one more casualty to their shenanigans during this bro's-night-in, added to the pile of pizza boxes in the corner (many of which still contained large amounts of pizza. not a testament to small appetites but rather to poor judgment--milky ways and mango slices as toppings were only good in theory, never in practice, although Tavros had been surreptitiously devouring the onion ring pizza whenever he thought he wasn't being watched).
he's only just finished laughing over whatever it was they'd just done that was so funny, sighing in a relaxed sort of way. John's sure fun to spend time with, he can count the number of friends he feels so good around on one hand. and even then, he's probably still in the top three (which actually isn't saying much since there are only four on that hand to begin with). ]
I guess, maybe, we'll have to find a different game to play. One that doesn't have so many, uhh, regulations to observe, or, not observe, as it were.
and then eventually just overturning the board and laughing, one more casualty to their shenanigans during this bro's-night-in, added to the pile of pizza boxes in the corner (many of which still contained large amounts of pizza. not a testament to small appetites but rather to poor judgment--milky ways and mango slices as toppings were only good in theory, never in practice, although Tavros had been surreptitiously devouring the onion ring pizza whenever he thought he wasn't being watched).
he's only just finished laughing over whatever it was they'd just done that was so funny, sighing in a relaxed sort of way. John's sure fun to spend time with, he can count the number of friends he feels so good around on one hand. and even then, he's probably still in the top three (which actually isn't saying much since there are only four on that hand to begin with). ]
I guess, maybe, we'll have to find a different game to play. One that doesn't have so many, uhh, regulations to observe, or, not observe, as it were.
14 September 2011 @ 10:28 pm
12 August 2011 @ 12:32 am
[ He's pretty sure he hates the rain. It's a little excessive, he thinks, to have got caught in a summer shower when he already feels like shit, and doesn't do his pallor any favours with darkened curls sticking to pale cheeks, droplets gleaming on a blue scarf tucked tightly inside a button-down coat. It's almost as rigid as his old Rounds uniform, taking comfort from the fact something is in place and exactly where it ought to be, even if they're just fastenings. For a good twenty minutes, he stands outside the door, leaning slightly against the wall as he rephrases what he's been reiterating since before he took Lelouch home and out of harm's way.
I know I didn't give you any warning, but he needs me.
I'm sorry to do this, but his suffering hasn't ended.
I'm his knight. I have to do this.
Suzaku likes the sound of the latter, if only because it's the one that sounds the least like an excuse and closer to reality. Throat closing up, he tries not to think how difficult it was getting his head around sleeping with someone else, even if that person was his best friend and first lover. It didn't work (Could we just go to sleep?) and he finds himself at a loss for how to recall Lelouch's kisses, entirely distracted by the vivid memory of Gino's. With every fibre of his being, he knows Lelouch needs him. That isn't something he doubts. But.
If he could stand in the lightening drizzle all day, he would, but Suzaku resolutely turns to face the door and knocks thrice, leather-gloved hands balling into fists at his sides as he takes several deep breaths and smooths out his expression; if he concentrates hard enough, he can almost keep the pained frown off his face.
How could anything possibly be this hard? It's beyond what he anticipated and the shock of that is enough to make him really hate these actions on a whole other level. ]
I know I didn't give you any warning, but he needs me.
I'm sorry to do this, but his suffering hasn't ended.
I'm his knight. I have to do this.
Suzaku likes the sound of the latter, if only because it's the one that sounds the least like an excuse and closer to reality. Throat closing up, he tries not to think how difficult it was getting his head around sleeping with someone else, even if that person was his best friend and first lover. It didn't work (Could we just go to sleep?) and he finds himself at a loss for how to recall Lelouch's kisses, entirely distracted by the vivid memory of Gino's. With every fibre of his being, he knows Lelouch needs him. That isn't something he doubts. But.
If he could stand in the lightening drizzle all day, he would, but Suzaku resolutely turns to face the door and knocks thrice, leather-gloved hands balling into fists at his sides as he takes several deep breaths and smooths out his expression; if he concentrates hard enough, he can almost keep the pained frown off his face.
How could anything possibly be this hard? It's beyond what he anticipated and the shock of that is enough to make him really hate these actions on a whole other level. ]
06 August 2011 @ 11:16 pm
[ sleepovers were something Tavros was actually fairly familiar with, having been to quite a few back in his roleplaying days. he was pretty much counted as "one of the girls," which was never explicitly said but properly implied because he was fully capable of participating in giggle sessions and all that (just no dress-up, please PLEASE). it'd been awhile since then, though, not since the incident. maybe they just didn't think he'd be as much fun now that he was stuck in a chair. also, everyone was kind of messed up and not getting along as well, so there was also that.
so going to hang out with Gamzee at his hive was starting to sound like a whole lot of fun and he was excited to get there. since he hadn't been told explicitly what to bring with him, he'd just decided on a bag of the essentials and also his favorite movie (which is, of course, the one about Pupa Pan), and a video game, A Grub That Embarks On A Quest To Capture A Large Number Of Alternian Wildlife Beasts And Encounters Many Obstacles Along The Way Including A Very Rude Rival And Some Executives Of Note But Ultimately The Grub Is Able To Capture All The Beasts And Becomes The Battler Of Highest Repute: Version Of More Vivid Color Than Previously Released Versions.
best game ever.
and, of course, a nice fluffy blanket to curl up in, which isn't quite as soothing as sopor slime is for bad dreams, but still quite comforting and his combination futon/vehicle four-wheel rolling device, which he's definitely riding up to Gamzee's door in. gosh, how neat, he lives so close to the water.
knock knock! ]
so going to hang out with Gamzee at his hive was starting to sound like a whole lot of fun and he was excited to get there. since he hadn't been told explicitly what to bring with him, he'd just decided on a bag of the essentials and also his favorite movie (which is, of course, the one about Pupa Pan), and a video game, A Grub That Embarks On A Quest To Capture A Large Number Of Alternian Wildlife Beasts And Encounters Many Obstacles Along The Way Including A Very Rude Rival And Some Executives Of Note But Ultimately The Grub Is Able To Capture All The Beasts And Becomes The Battler Of Highest Repute: Version Of More Vivid Color Than Previously Released Versions.
best game ever.
and, of course, a nice fluffy blanket to curl up in, which isn't quite as soothing as sopor slime is for bad dreams, but still quite comforting and his combination futon/vehicle four-wheel rolling device, which he's definitely riding up to Gamzee's door in. gosh, how neat, he lives so close to the water.
knock knock! ]