where the sun never goes out.

+ fifty-five.

2010-08-20T07:52:29Z

I feel like I'm chained against the wall. Just helpless and waiting for mercy or someone to let me free.

I love my brother, really, I do. I just can't stand his disability.

I want to be whisked away and be the center of someone's life. For once, maybe just once, to one person. But it'll never happen. I'm not appealing enough, not exciting enough, and come on, that's what sells, that's what people want. Excitement. I'm not exciting. And I'm not pretty, no matter how many times I try to be in front of the camera. No one will ever want me because no one ever cares. They're too busy with other things to notice.

People don't care about me, I have a disabled brother, they care about him. Mom does. Dad does. He introduced him to his girlfriend before me, after all. I'm no one to anyone. And I don't see why I try to be someone to anyone when this happens. Who cares about what I have to say? They don't.

I'm tired. I want to be special, I want it so badly. But I never will be. Maybe I can dream.

+ fifty-four.

2010-08-04T23:39:21Z

Geezus christ.

Are all therapists this cheesy?

Lady, I'm an actress, and I can see straight through you. The way you're trying to be friendly and trustworthy, telling me that this is "my safe place" is something straight out of an after-school special. No kid is gonna believe that, unless they're desperate.

I. Am not desperate.

Also: compliments are very hard for me to accept. Telling me that I'm a "strong young lady for all you've gone through" is sort of... weird. And by sort of, I mean very.

In the meantime: THE CREEP. IN THE ROOM. WITH THE HAIR. I did not know I would love Nikola Tesla this much, wtf.

+ fifty-two.

2010-04-25T17:52:42Z

You thought Nai squeeing over a real-life person was impossible? Guess again. Give me a picture of the Eleventh Doctor and I will keysmash to high heaven fjklsfj;klsfs HE'S SO CUTE.

+ fifty-one.

2010-04-22T06:43:04Z

Me: http://www.instructables.com/id/Kitchen-Science-Test-Tube-Rack/
Julie: fgskdfg
Julie: ahahahaha
Julie: want
Me: /same B|
Me: i want so bad.
Me: i wonder why alton brown does not have a rack like that.
Me: ................................ /reread that so wrong
Julie: ...........
Julie: ldfkgjsdlkjg
Julie: nai don't genderswap alton
Julie: some things you can genderswap
Julie: ALTON YOU CANNOT
Me: I KNOW THAT MSKLF;SFS

+ fifty.

2010-04-11T07:53:44Z

Julie: We have HISTORY.
Julie: /more anime stuff
Me: Yeah, we have history. Like Spain and France.
Me: /idk
Julie: ... hetalia what

SWAN (ORIGINAL; MODERN ALOURA)

2010-04-11T03:35:59Z

fandom: original; Aloura (?)
title: Swan.
author: Naiku.
word count: 628
rating: ... PG-13 to R, depending on your stomach. Contains sadism, blood, general light torture.

Fuck, where were James and Emily when he needed them?

Vaulting off of a spare crate, over the wire fence, Jarah hit the ground with both feet. It hurt--it wasn't like those fucking movies where the guy's totally alright and just keeps running. Even as one of the few sports stars of his school, it really hurts to land from such a height on his feet. Even if he wants to stop, he can't.

He can't, he can't, because his stupid stalker is right on his trail. Jarah catches himself with one hand before he breaks back into his run. He can scale the wall ahead. He knows he can, he has before, there are three bricks that he can grab onto that are just slightly--

he's so close. He hears the thump of feet, landing behind him, just a few mere seconds after he takes off. He has to make it, he has to make it, he has to--

He fails. Jarah falls, and stiff, strong arms wrap around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. He thrashes and struggles and still, he just can't escape the smothering embrace that is Zaheer. Especially not as the olive-skinned near adult spins him and then smashes him against the wall like he's nothing but a water balloon meant to pop. The sudden force makes Jarah's eyes roll, his head fall against his chest. Oh, but he's not knocked out. Of course not, Zaheer's much too delicate with him.

Yes, delicate.

Spun gold clashes against dark skin as the tall--a whole foot taller than him--man presses him against the wall with both hands and body, tucking his hair behind his ear in a mimicry of sugary sweetness. He leans down to it, eying the new piercing in his ear, and whispers. "You're such a woman," he breathes, "you shouldn't be the school's sports star. Maybe I should break your skinny little chicken legs so you can't run. Then I get a treat and you're out of business for the season." His hand roams from Jarah's arms to his shoulders, down past his collarbone to press against the sensitive nubs of his chest. Jarah inhales sharply, eyes shut tightly, golden lashes crushed. He struggles to fight back, his slim arms and gentle fingers not exactly the greatest weapon against a born fighter.

Zaheer laughs and Jarah is allowed to meet his nose with the short, gelled black hair of his attacker, as he leans forwards--

bites into his cartilage--

and rips his piercing out with his bare teeth. It takes two jerks of his mouth, but blood splatters down the rest of his earlobe and Jarah finds himself screaming bloody murder until Zaheer silences him with his own dirty, bloody mouth. It's all he can do not to vomit in his stalker's mouth.

He's let go, and he collapses on the dirty dead-end road of the dark alley, whimpering like a stray dog without dinner. His legs feel like still-not-ready jello, as he tries to stand and just collapses.

He pulls out his cellphone, he gets down to where the screen reads EMILY and is about to press send--and suddenly, his wrist is slammed down upon by one heavy combat boot. Jarah refuses to cry out this time, because he knows it's what he wants. A yank on his hair, and he's forced to look up at Zaheer, eyes bubbling over in liquid gold hate, ready to strike him down if only he could instantly have the muscles to. As soon as his chin is up, though, that boot comes up and fucking kicks him in his throat, sending him back onto his spine.

And that's when Zaheer walks away, laughing in amusement, licking the blood still on his lips.

+ forty-nine.

2010-04-05T09:42:51Z

ANONYMOUS MEME</center>

+ forty-seven.

2010-03-24T02:02:34Z

What's your favorite appetizer (this includes soup, salad, the breads)?

Main course?

Dessert? If you have recipes, can you link them?

Please help me out, I'm going to make a rough draft of my first menu. c:

+ forty-six.

2010-03-14T20:00:36Z

Me: well fuck you too zidane.
Ren: ...>: he says you're a lovely lady but that doesn't sound like an offer as much as a threat.
Me: it would be more of an offer if he would stop dodging every attack B|
Ren: he says playing hard to get's pretty alluring though.
Me: NOT WHEN I'M TRYING TO KILL YOU, ZIDDLES
Ren: brb, sobbing, he says.

+ forty-four.

2010-03-11T08:37:09Z

lol i still love CEO!sora

+ forty-three. (EVENT)

2010-03-05T05:25:05Z

NAI'S 18TH BIRTHDAY

+ anyone on the f-list, or invited by IM is invited!
+ threading as long as you like, but if I start slacking, smack me with an IM
+ muse lists: here (old) and here (new) but you can ask for ones you know specifically, or just play the slots~.
+ spoilers probably ahead, so tread lightly and just zoom to the end of the page.

Yeah, a post with more substance will come later. |D

+ forty-one.

2010-02-24T05:39:49Z

Julie: lulz
Julie: apparently they're getting internet in space
Julie: "Man, being out on a motherfucking spaceship is boring. I wonder if anyone posted on my Wall. /checks"

+ forty.

2010-02-22T03:35:38Z

Julie: Definitely not KH1. Riku just says a lot of mean things to Sora and then tells him to protect Kairi at the end. :|a
Julie: THERE'S NO APOLOGY OR ANYTHING
Me: lmao XDD
Julie: not even a "Sorry you had to see me in a gay skirt."
Me: fcjskdlf;jsd;lfc
Julie: inconsiderate bastard.

+ thirty-nine.

2010-02-20T04:23:47Z

"In the Middle Ages, knights destined for the crusades were often sent off with small cakes, dense with fruit (energy) and soaked with liquor (preservative). One could think of fruitcakes as medieval power bars." (Brown 79)

Brown, Alton. Good Eats: The Early Years. New York, NY: Stewart, Tabori & Chang, Print.

What, can't I practice MLA citation on something I actually care about?

CLOSEure; appletrek fic

2010-02-17T23:21:56Z

title: CLOSEure
author: Naiku.
word count: 1,315
rating: PG.
summary: For appletrek.

There was a rumor, once. Or a roomor, if you will.

(Ha, ha. Humorous.)

In an enchanted castle, not so long ago (very recently, actually), five spirits inhabited some parts of the castle. They took the form of those who would be most familiar to others, and were therefore never quite seen in their true light.

One in particular, inhabiting the Room of Requirement, had a knack for the sadistic. No matter how many times the Lake or the Astrology Tower pleaded with him to be more gentle, he refused, and played with the students as if they were his own little toys.

In time, however, he grew tired. Tired of the same reactions from such children.

With his concentrated power, thanks to the castle's magic, he was able to transcend his hands through many dimensions and worlds.

He plucked a few select individuals and brought them into his beloved Room, trapping them there and tugging their strings, making them mere marionettes to his will.

Although some only held his interest for a small while, one group of individuals swore to live their lives as freely as they could under his rule, and piqued an almost obsessive attention.

... to the point where leaving them alone just wasn't an option. The Room of Requirement (or simply The Room as these individuals liked to call him) needed to keep an eye on them. After a time, he sent them out of his world, into the universes that they so fondly knew, on a spaceship of his own creation.

Turmoil started to brew, and the Room realized that... turmoil hadn't been what he wanted for them.

He broke the ship apart, and sent them all to their corners of the universes, with a few alterations.

"I can't believe you actually did that," The Astronomy Tower--better known as Astro--said, watching as the sky was littered with shooting stars. All of them, regardless of world, had been sent at varying times. The Chamber of Secrets counted eleven stars, before curling into a coil with a bored hiss. He had never been fond of that group.

"I'm surprised you're letting them out, with no ways of contacting each other or anything," He stated with a snakelike shrug.

The Room chuckled, and looked over at both of them. "Contrary to popular belief... I'm not that heartless."

+++

Riku awoke with a sudden, sharp gasp, grabbing hold of the sheets underneath him. His mother was bent over him, flinching back. "My... thank heavens you're okay, Riku." She clamped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He was frozen stiff, looking at her with an odd expression on his face. Where was he? In his room? But... the ship...

He gave a jolt. The ship had crashed.

"Mother--mother, where--?" He was cut off as he looked up at her.

... up? No, he was her height, last time he checked. Looking down at his hands, he saw his normal bedclothes, from when he had slept before he departed from school. He touched his hair--shorter than it had been hours ago. Despite her protests, Riku scrambled to his bathroom, staring into his seventeen-year-old reflection with wide, seagreen eyes.

It couldn't have been a dream. It just couldn't have been. Clutching his chest, he felt his heart split open, one hand going to hold his head. "There's no way..." He murmured, as his mother walked over to him, a hand on his back. The hand on his head was moved away from him, so she could get his attention. Riku looked at her, and then back at the mirror. He couldn't fall to pieces in front of his mother. His eyes slowly started to move over his body. He was shorter, his eyes wider, and he wasn't filling his skin as much as he should've. What kind of cruel trick was this...?

His eyes fell on a lump on his arm.

Suddenly, excitement rushed through his veins, as he pushed his sleeve up.

A black blindfold was tied tightly on his upper arm. He was seventeen, but Xehanort was locked away? "It's not a dream. It wasn't a dream." He murmured, touching the fabric and hearing a distant growl. Most definitely Xehanort.

"Where's Sora, Mother?" He looked at her, dropping his sleeve back to his wrist.

"I'm not sure," she confessed quietly, brushing his bangs from his face. "But I suppose you're going to go find him, aren't you? No matter what I say."

Riku found himself smiling at his Mother for the first time in a long, long time. "... yeah. Sorry." It didn't take long for Riku to redress, dashing out of his home and to the beach. Sora... with a close of his eyes, he couldn't feel him on the Islands. Was he still out there?

"Riku."

The boy of twilight looked back to look at Kairi, and smiled, faintly. "Hey. Sora--?"

She shook her head, and approached him, looking up at the sky as he did. "Did you guys finish your other journey, now?"

Riku paused, slowly bringing down the hand that shielded the sun from his eyes. So she knew too...? Was it... only them? "... I think so."

Kairi took one of his hands with both of hers and pecked his knuckles. "Good. I miss you guys..." She leaned against his shoulder, straining to look up at the sky again. Riku joined her in silence--at least, until a light blue star appeared in the clouds.

He didn't quite know what came over him--he darted forwards into the water, holding his arms out, fully intending to catch him. Sora fell into his arms with surprising grace, his blue eyes closed. After a moment, Riku shifting his best friend in his grasp, he fluttered his eyelids open.

Riku could see two sets of eyes. Roxas'. Sora's.

A wave of relief washed over him, and he almost buckled down, if it wasn't for Kairi's kind hand on his shoulder, the other in Sora's hair.

"We're home." He murmured, turning, going towards the shore.

+++

Coming to terms with what had happened to their friends was hard.

Riku, for one, could barely realize that he would never, ever see Sora again--the Sora he knew, the one he loved with all his heart, enough to know that whatever made him happy would have to make Riku happy.

He never lost hope. One day, mimicking Kairi's plea and desperate attempt, he wrote a letter to the boy he loved, and slid it into a white bottle. Drawing his arm back, he threw it into the ocean--for a golden energy to emit from his very fingertips, enveloping the container.

It formed a bird--an owl.

He stared, the energy hooting as it curled around him. Riku put out his arm, letting the bird of energy rest there. His surprise faded, and a smile lit his features up once more. Stroking its body with his index finger, he spoke. "That's for this mousy kid of a guy. Maybe you know him. Short, brown-haired, eyes as bright as the sky?"

There was a responsive hoot once more, and as Riku brought his arm up to the sky to let it go, it soared into the sky.

One sky, one destiny, huh?

"Watch my life pass me by, in the rear view mirror. Pictures frozen in time are becoming clearer. I don't wanna waste another day stuck in the shadow of my mistakes, yeah..."

The bird disappeared, and Riku let his head drop to his chest, letting out a shaky laugh.

"Merlin... Fate sure has a way of fucking us over."

Dear Uchiha Sora,

Thinking of you, wherever you are. We pray for our sorrows to end, and hope that our hearts will blend. Now I will step forward to realize this wish.

And who knew: starting new journeys really aren't so hard. Look... another's already started.

There are many worlds, but they share the same sky. One sky. One destiny.

Let's start over.

I'm Yamamoto Riku.

So... who are you?

cider: 1x01

2010-02-16T00:33:33Z

title: Cider (1x01).
author: Naiku (playerpin
word count: 1,995.
rating: PG-13; subject to change in later chapters.
summary: When reaching the peak of their maturity, Nobodies have to find their protectors--Others. The value of an Other is determined by their innocence. This 'innocence' is not your normal definition of the word--the innocence that heals and protects a Nobody, from his Other's heart, is made up of the care and outlook that Other has on their life. Even an Other with a troubled past can have a rose-red apple (the clear sign of brimming innocence) if they enjoy their life. The more innocence an Other has, the more he can protect. (AU)

"Master Yamamoto, are you a law-abiding citizen?"

Riku paused, looking up from his notes to meet his history teacher's calm gaze. Bewildered by the question, he dumbly let a few moments pass before speaking. "... uh, yeah?"

"Then you know it is against school policy to have your hair loose." His teacher accented 'loose' by a yank on Riku's long hair, causing him to clap a hand over his mouth to muffle the yelp. He heard the snickers from the front to back of the room, from the tiny bell-chime giggles of the brainy girls in the front row to the bad-mannered cackling of the troublemakers in the back. Turning to try and find something in his backpack that would settle as a hair tie, Riku started as a black, silk ribbon was dangled in front of his face. He stared at it for a moment or two, before slowly turning his head to stare at its holder.

"... Mr. Kouma, you can't be serious. My hair's barely that long." Riku shot a glare towards the teacher, who then clapped his book shut and set it on the edge of his desk. Knowing what was coming, Riku quickly grabbed the ribbon and tied it into his hair.

He, thankfully, dodged the ruler that was about to come down on his writing hand, pointing both hands at the ribbon that was now in his hair. Satisfied, the teacher picked up his book and went back into their lecture on Mesopotamian cultures.

Riku picked up his mechanical pencil, writing down important points in shorthand. Of all things, people had to get mad at his hair. He wasn't cutting it back to its normal length until everything was done and over with. Riku could hear echoes of Xehanort's voice inside of him, and while it didn't interfere too much, it caused him pain when he dreamt. As soon as he could dream in peace, then people could go back to calling him Riku instead of Princess Riku (because it really was getting old). Many of his classmates would look at him in horror as soon as they found out what he had done. Unlike the majority of the student body, however, Riku hated the feeling of someone inside of him, watching his every movement.

Ever since he had been 'blessed' with a Dependent, he hated the constant so-called companionship. His writing paused, cradling his cheek in his hand boredly with his elbow on his desk. Off to the side, he started to draw a few boxes, absentminded. School... would end in a half-hour or so. Seagreen eyes scanned the fifteen heads of hair in front of him. The rooms were built like ancient theatre stages; the back of the room was high, while the front was quite low. The stairs to go up and down were quite a bit slippery, as they were made of marble. Most things in the school were; the halls outside were bright off-cream marble, with incredibly large windows that simply poured sun and moonlight in. It was nice, he had thought, when he came in for the entrance exams.

The walls had grown boring and stale, as if each piece of marble had cracked.

He wanted an exit exam.

'How foolish. This school gives you an incredible education, one you could most certainly do with. There is also the simple fact that you have no home to run to. It would suit you better to stay.' His voice was formal and stiff, biting into Riku's consciousness and sending the small violet gem around his neck aglow.

His voice cut straight into Riku's heart, stabbing barely-healed wounds and dusting fine salt all over the opening. He gave an audible, harsh sigh, eyes closing shut. An eyebrow twitched.

Riku only became aware of his surroundings when he heard about twenty series of folders snapping shut. Leaning over, he toned his voice down as he asked what was happening to the girl beside him. With a beam that was far too happy for Xehanort not to comment ('Looks as if she just found a litter of puppies. How sickening.'), she explained that the teacher had told them to take out their journals, since they were spending the rest of the lesson outside.

Outside? That was a godsend in this classroom. It happened only when Mr. Kouma was especially happy (or, as the rumors said, got laid) or when he was scolded by the principal (which happened too much, so that reasoning was usually thrown out). Snapping his folder shut, Riku searched his backpack for his light blue journal--and found that it was gone. Could he have forgotten to take it out of his locker, or had he left it in his room...? He gave a quiet groan as most of his peers started outside. Grasping the railing, he started his way down. "--Mr. Kouma?"

The man paused, steel-grey eyes locking onto the teen. "What is it, Master Yamamoto?"

Riku sucked in a breath, in the doorway right in front of him. "I've lo--misplaced... my journal. May I go see if I left it in my locker?"

His eyes narrowed, and Riku's gaze darted down to the ruler held in his free hand. "I suppose." He stated, and turned the lock on the door, turning off the lights. "Come to the front yard's tire swing when you find it. You have permission to search your living quarters if you don't find it in your locker." Mr. Kouma pulled off his employee tag and clipped it to Riku's black tie, sending him off into the hallway.

He looked over his shoulder to watch his class shuffling away. ... if he rounded the corner and ran, he could camp out in--no. His boots made a soft clack against the marble as he walked down the hall of cherry oak lockers, looking for his number.

381.

He passed by a few of his friends' lockers (Kairi, Vaan, Tidus, Selphie, Lulu, Yuffie, Sora, Neku) and paused as his own. Although he had stopped walking, he could still hear footsteps--ones exactly like his. His silver brows furrowed, and he took a glance down the hall.

... that... was odd.

No one was there, but he was sure he saw a flicker of black shadow right out of his vision. The hall was empty, though, and most teachers were giving lectures. He hesitated, not moving his gaze from that end of the hallway. Pale fingers hovered right over his lock--before he heard a click.

All of a sudden, the lock fell to his feet, and he backed up a few feet, looking from left to right, and even up to see what had happened. His lock was opened by a key, not a combination. How had someone...? Before Riku could even think coherently, his own eyes narrowed, and he bent down to pick up the lock, brushing a bit of it off. "... thank... you?" his voice rang out surprisingly clear in the abandoned hallway. He straightened, and looked both ways again, as if crossing some imaginary street.

Opening his locker, he pushed his wallet and a few wrapped gifts (for Vaan's birthday) to the side before finding the light blue book. As he nestled it in his only free arm, he felt a bit of paper flutter to the floor. He pushed the gifts, a few misplaced library books (he'd take care of those later) and his wallet to the very back before closing the wooden door and fastening the lock on it. His eyes went to the paper folded in front of him, and when he went to pick it up, Riku just sighed to himself. It was folded semi-ornately--someone had gotten their lockers mixed up. Kairi's locker was 318.

There were countless times where Riku had to face someone interested in one of his friends because they forgot his or her locker number. It was always pretty sad in his opinion, that they couldn't remember their crush's locker. Wouldn't that be the first thing you checked? Either way, as he opened the letter, he was pretty sure it was for Kairi--the strokes and penmenship was definitely one of a male.

"Figures," he muttered, and shook his head, starting to pick up his pace, footsteps clacking on the marble now.

At least he could tell the fifty-fifth guy interested in Kairi that she was interested in nothing but her studies, so they could drop it.

Coming to where his class had stationed themselves, he gave the tag back to Mr. Kouma and fell into place beside Sora and Vaan. While they chatted about their clan's new rankings, Riku's eyes found themselves attracted to the stark blue sky. There were no clouds in sight, and the sun warmed his skin, his mind easily. If only more days could be like this...

His gaze broke, however, as he heard the double doors snap shut. Riku just barely caught gazes with a tall man with a dark black trenchcoat, hair slicked back. A sudden chill came over him, and he gave a slight shudder, paying attention to the sentence he had started to write in his journal. When he looked back, the man was gone.

... creepy.

Riku broke into their conversation, eyes slowly going back to his paper. "--hey, have you guys seen anyone suspicious lately?"

"... regular Heartless and Nobodies," Vaan stated with a slight shrug of his thin shoulders. "Nobodies a lot more, though. Some of 'em're even in Clan Centurio."

With a nod, Sora went on, leaning forwards as if excited. "They're looking for people with hosts so they can fight with them. I was thinking of signing up--"

"Do you know how dangerous that is?" Riku said, a raise of his eyebrow giving Sora all the information he needed on Riku's stand on the matter. His brunet friend gave a small nod.

"S'why I said 'I was thinking', Riku." He gave a lighthearted grin. "Maybe you should sign up. You're almost top dog!"

He gave a slow sigh and shook his head, eyes fluttering shut. "... no thanks. I'll deal with my own demons. I don't need to be a shield for someone I don't even like." Riku hated the idea of being tugged along with a Nobody. They always had a human partner that they fed off of, and in turn, the Nobody protected the human. It was so... idiotic. If they were so strong, they should've been able to fend for themselves. They didn't need a living piece of nutrition. He gave an audible shudder, making Vaan laugh and pat him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I dunno about you, but I'm gonna sign up. I wanna get out of here. Heard you can leave school if you're helping a Nobody."

Suddenly, Riku's interest was perked, and he looked at Vaan blankly. Sora gave a snicker, and leaned back onto his hands. "Man, way to make him interested, Vaan."

More than anything, Riku wanted to take to the skies and get the hell out of this town. If a Nobody was the only way... he'd have to try, at least. Heartless were too risky. They fed off of random people, they weren't organized at all. It was very prestigious to be with a Nobody as a partner, either way. Maybe it'd pay off... even though he hated the idea.

Well, there had to be one Nobody that didn't like feeding so much, right? There was always an exception to a rule. "Guess I'll try it." Riku said, giving a heavy sigh and knocking on the top of Sora's head. He gave a sharp 'ow!', and before long, the three were silenced by Mr. Kouma. They worked on journal entries until the end of the period, and as soon as the bell rang, he stood and pulled the note out of his pocket.

Behind the gym, right after school. Sighing once more, he ran a hand through his long, now untied hair before starting to jog over to the large, metal-plated building.

+ thirty-eight.

2010-02-11T06:16:07Z

Julie: sdfsdfg
Julie: KH Kart.
Julie: WOULD BE SO EPIC.
Me: oh goddd
Julie: Princess Kairi in her little pink gokart.
Me: would you finally be able to beat riku, is the question
Julie: with enough bananas
Julie: perhaps
Me: fff
Julie: RIKU SPINS OUT OF CONTROL! SORA SPEEDS ON AHEAD, LAUGHING MANIACALLY, BUT WAIT--KAIRI HAS JUST SHOT A TURTLESHELL AND IT'S GOING GOING--BAM SORA GOES TUMBLING OVER THE EDGE OF THE RACETRACK, JUST IN TIME FOR RIKU TO REGAIN HIS BEARINGS INTO 1ST PLACE. OH SNAP.
Julie: /idk

+ thirty-seven.

2010-02-05T04:05:24Z

+ thirty-six.

2010-02-03T04:55:25Z

Ren: HE SAYS IT'S FROWNING RIKU CAN BE THE MOE ONE HE RETIRES FROM MOEDOM
Me: riku says he never entered moedom so. :|
Ren: sora says he registered riku while he was sleeping.
Me: riku says he didn't pass the basic image requirements.
Ren: but sora will argue that riku did.
Ren: he's got a picture of you being moe, riku.
Me: riku says where.
Me: so he can pull an axel and burn it.
Ren: sora says riku'd destroy it if he got i- see.
Me: fff.
Me: knows him too well.

+ thirty-five.

2010-01-29T23:25:04Z

Lea could certainly understand why he'd be a worthy model (he looked better with his mouth closed, like now) but he didn't see why Riku had to play the part today.

brb loving writing Cider again.

+ thirty-four.

2010-01-18T01:42:45Z

Give me a character I RP and I'll tell you:
01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite color
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Turn-ons
08. Last sexual experience
09. Favorite food
10. Crushes
11. Favorite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks in bed
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity

+ thirty-three.

2010-01-07T04:47:41Z

- leave me a comment if you want to do the meme
- i will reply with 6 of your icons and then you have to post this up and describe them!

from excels

i cheated and used these instead c:

a) baww. baww. i'm a complete sucker for the destiny trio. seriously. more than sora/riku, more than sora/kairi, more than riku/kairi, i love sora/riku/kairi. (yes, riku in the middle.)
b) ... house. he's all like 'wtf is this shit'. i laughed for like, two straight minutes when i found this. :| hence it is there.
c) "i need to find a teacher that will stop and listen to the earth." toph is zetta awesome, motherfucker. she will recalculate your radius and realign your braces. she's also blind and twelve. and THE TANK.
d) lolol pocahontas. :> this is also my aim buddy icon for soraisafag. i'm pretty sure this is the first time a canon princess spit water at another girl. also, pocahontas is gorgeous. not an accurate depiction of what native american teenage girls looked like, but still gorgeous.
e) alto-hiiiiime. and his fuckin' talisman and dress shirt. it's pretty, and i love the colors. that's all you need to know. B|
f) KATARA SURFIIIING 8D which is so total awesomesauce. she needs more awesome in her life. also keywords: hawaiian roller coaster ride 8D

+ thirty-two.

2010-01-05T06:46:53Z

Me: nino, you're pink like a...
Me: ...
Me: salmon.
Me: >_>;
Nino: what were you gonna say
Nino: WHAT
Me: NOTHING
Nino: SPIT IT OUT YOU HALFWITTED HECTOPASCAL
Me: YOU'RE OUTTA YOUR VECTOR
Me: >:|
Nino: I KNOW THAT
Me: THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO ZETTA SLOW

edit:

Umi: I thought of Nai as Shakira doing that hips don't lie dance.
Me: ...
Ren: ...XD
Nino: i-
Me: /can speak spanish
Me: 8)
Nino: ...can't make that joke never mind
Me: ...
Me: WHAT WERE YOU SAYING, YOU HALF-WITTED HECTOPASCAL
Me: THE TABLES ARE TURNED
Nino: YOU CAN'T COPY MY WORDS
Me: CRUNCH
Me: I'LL ADD YOU TO THE HEAP
Nino: X| IMITATION IS ZETTA UNSTYLISH

+ thirty. (happy new year!)

2010-01-01T05:14:28Z

Ren: which sounds better to you?
Ren: helmsplitter or endingblow?
Me: ... hmmm.
Me: helpsplitter. XD
Me: --HELM
Me: HELM
Me: HELM
Ren: XD helpsplitter
Me: shh
Me: i'm not drunk
Ren: /lols forever
Ren: OR ARE YOU

+ twenty-eight.

2009-12-30T10:36:03Z

Julie: I have to dress sexy apparently. *stares at t-shirts and jeans*
Me: fff just get a crowd of black guys--
Me: /flee
Julie: fuck you
Julie: fuck you with a potato masher
Me: /lols forever
Me: /forever