I'm the 'me' in 'monogamy.'

this one's for the happiness ♥

2009-11-19T01:07:25Z

I have my driver's license, but almost rolled the Jeep coming home from the test, so... we're working on that. Once we have three working vehicles, I'm going to be looking for a job - probably retail, since that's all there is around here.

Here's your official warning: longpost is loooong. D:

— Custody battle was a flawless victory. The papers were signed and everything went through. Miranda is now officially my sister (as well as my niece, and her own mother's sister — holy hell). No fear from DHS anymore, and she's adjusting well. She still calls Mom and Dad 'Nanny' and 'Grandpa,' but she has (and we have) moved on from aunt/niece to just sisters, in terms of how we refer to each other. ♥ Beyond that, it hasn't changed much; she's lived with us since forever, so.

— A few months ago (I can't recall exactly when, now), my dad came down with MRSA. He didn't see a doctor immediately, and ultimately had to have surgery on his leg to clean out the infection site. He was in the hospital for a while. Mom also caught it, but since we had a headstart this time, she basically knocked it on its ass. They're both fine now.

— More recently, though (early October?), I got a staph infection on my left leg. Again, we had a headstart on it, so I'm doing fine. (I didn't see a doctor, either, because I have no insurance — we managed to cope with leftover antibiotics and meticulous care.) The worst part of it for me was that I seem to have developed an allergy to band-aid adhesive, so the area of my leg that was bandaged for three weeks straight has an atrocious rash. That's being dealt with, too, though, through the miracle of lye soap. \o/

— We have a new dog! Just a puppy, really. His name is Bowser, he's about eight months old, and he's a Shar Pei/Lab/????/PROFIT mix. ♥ He's really cute. No, really. ♥ He's a gigantic lap dog, and afraid of his own shadow, and Shoe is fascinated with his tail, which freaks him out. ♥♥♥♥ He might have to have surgery on his eyes in the nearish future; he suffers from mild entropion. Luckily, we have an awesome vet, and this should only cost us $60 - $80. ♥

— Even more recently (a couple weeks ago), I finally got my license. I then proceeded to almost roll the (in my defense, top-heavy and high-torque) Jeep down a steep bank, because I swung a turn too wide on my way into our subdivision when coming back from the road test. I am no longer allowed to drive the Jeep. ;;

— Just this afternoon (so more recently still), my dad came home from work and informed us that his company gave him a 10% payraise, better insurance and brought back 401k matching (essentially another 3% payraise in this case). All in all, we should be saving several thousand dollars on insurance yearly now, on top of his better salary. ♥

— As to the future... we don't have the money to put me through college right now, so once we have three working vehicles (since Mom and Dad both work, and we only have two currently), I'll be setting out to find a job. It'll most likely be retail, since that's all we have around here, especially for someone with no prior experience in anything.

— I also intend to take the admissions test for MENSA as soon as I get the opportunity. I passed the prep test, but I'm not getting cocky, because it's a tight squeeze into the top 2%.

I think that basically sums everything up. As far as the internet goes, you can still find me on Twitter (@tokyocentricity), AIM (tokyocentricity) and Gmail/Gchat (tokyocentricity@gmail). I'm also around GPX+ (Happy Diamonds), Wajas (79013), Aywas (1026) and DragCave (happydiamonds), if anyone on my f'list is familiar. ♥ Feel free to hunt me down.

look what the cat dragged in.

2009-11-16T22:19:16Z

So... I'm back? Whatever that means. Updated my profile a bit, might clean up my icons and change mood themes to make things a bit fresher.

In the meantime, you guys should take this opportunity to take me off your f'lists if you want, or welcome me back with lavish praise and affection if you'd rather. ♥

no, really, thanks so much

2009-03-18T22:19:18Z

In light of my recent weigh-in, I've been trying to cut back on how much I eat. I have bad habits — eating when I'm bored, eating when I'm sad, eating when I'm happy, eating because it tastes good... basically, eating anytime I'm not full, as opposed to when I'm hungry. (No wonder I weigh 170lbs.)

So I'm thinking baby steps, right? I'll cut back to eating three times a day, and if I get hungry in between, I can only have healthy snacks, like fruit, yogurt or a salad. I've never been on a diet of any kind, and I'm generally very bad at denying myself purely hedonistic pleasures (such as eating), so this is kind of a big thing for me. I've been doing it since Monday, and so far, I've been sticking to it. I've only snacked between meals once, and I had an apple. (I've also taken to brushing my teeth twice a day, complete with fluoride treatments but no flossing because my mouth is too crowded, but that's neither here nor there.)

When I decided all of this on Sunday, I thought to myself, 'Now, don't bother telling the family about it. That can only go badly.' I was right, of course (am I ever not?).

Yesterday, I asked my mom what was for dinner, and she waffled about it (no pun intended, truly). I prompted her by telling her that whatever was for dinner would be lunch for me, so I wanted to know if she was making anything. If not, I could make something myself. She suggested a meal, and implied that she might make it right then, at which point I asked if she couldn't wait an hour or so, because I didn't want to eat early.

(The late-night / wee hours are the most difficult for me, because there's no one being noisy and obnoxious in the kitchen to discourage me from cooking, and there's little else to do. Therefore, if I ate lunch early and got hungry later, I might be inclined to indulge. No willpower, I tell you. Some Scorpio rising I am.)

This led to my explaining my diet to her, because she wanted to know why (or more like 'since when') I didn't want to eat right then. When I explained it, she laughed at me. I tried to explain that I weighed too much, and I needed to stop eating when I was bored / not full / feeling hedonistic, and this, too, was apparently funny. Thanks for the support, Mom.

Today, Falon asked if I was hungry, probably because she wanted me to make something for us both, and I told her that I couldn't eat right then. (In retrospect, I should have just said 'no' and walked away. I'd be less moody now.) She asked why, and I successfully dodged the question once via distraction, only to have her ask again when the distraction was over. I answered her that time, saying that I was trying to cut back to eating only three times a day, instead of constantly.

She laughed as she walked away, in more of a 'yeah, right' way than the amused way my mother laughed. I almost wasn't sure what kind of sound it was (or was hoping I'd misinterpreted, maybe?), so I asked, "What?"

She said derisively over her shoulder, "Good luck with that."

It's so nice to be supported.

The thing that really gets me is that these are the same people who don't care that I'm a lesbian — my mother, who took my sexuality more seriously than my father, and Falon, who's slapped people in the face for talking trash about her 'dyke sister.' Is there some reason they can't take this seriously or support me? Jesus H. I'm not asking for gel bracelets or sponsors, here.

unreasonably exhausted.

2009-03-12T21:32:09Z

- Thanks for all the happy birthdays; I meant to go back and reply to each entry, but I'm tired. ;; Know that I saw them, though, and I appreciate it.

- Took my written driver's exam again today; I now have until Sept. 12 to take the road test. Cue Dad's being pushy and my trying to get comfortable.

- Parents saw an attorney; apparently, DHS had no legal standing to take Miranda in the first place, so if Tara and Miranda's father sign over their rights, she's ours. No foster care, no DHS involvement. In fact, he may not have to sign the papers, but he's been sent them, so either way, it'll only be a few days at most.

- There is the possibility of a young!Lassiter muse. *looses sheepdogs.* I do not need this. /)(\

- naptiem. ♥;

shalalalala don't stop now ♥

2009-03-11T20:35:49Z

On Life

→ I actually weigh 170lbs, apparently. This is insane, as I am 5' 4". I don't look like I weigh 170, but this still should be rectified. With spring and summer coming up, I'll have a lot more to do in the yard and garage, so I should be able to work at least some of it off that way. A little dedication would probably help, too....

→ Semi-related: I may be able to get at least some exercise, because my parents did the intelligent, responsible thing with their income tax money and bought us a Wii. Now, I'm not complaining, exactly — yay, Wii, and I'm glad that my parents want to keep us happy / give us things / what-have-you. But really? I can name several places that money would be better spent: repairing the back porch, replacing the molding wall between the bathroom and dining room, replacing the broken bathtub in our bathroom, fixing the pool, repainting the bathroom, repainting my bedroom, renovating the garage, buying a new lawnmower.... You get the idea. I appreciate the gesture, but I wish they'd reprioritize. At least they've quit smoking weed for the duration of our court proceedings over Miranda. A blown drug test would basically guarantee that we'd never see her again.

→ Through the aforementioned court proceedings, we have now learned that Jason was charged for molesting his younger siblings back in 2000. This is another in a long, long list of reasons that Tara should never get Maci back while Jason is still in that house. My parents have also forbidden any of us (Falon, Miranda and I) from seeing or speaking to him ever again (some loss that is). For reasons beyond my ken, Tara continues to trust and believe him, and even had the stones to bring him to Falon's swim practice the other day. I have no words for this.

→ Speaking of child molesters, my grandmother's husband is still in the hospital and not getting better. He's being kept in Memphis, where I hear he can't even get out of bed. My grandmother, bless her heart, has been spending over 95% of her time at her niece's house in Memphis, so she can be near Jim. She comes home for a day or two every few weeks, and this routine is wearing her out so badly. She actually had to go to the hospital, herself, just the night before last, because her blood pressure skyrocketed. The doctor said it was stress. This is exactly why we all wish Jim would just kick it already. I'm not eager for my grandmother to be alone (again), but this is hurting her; holding onto Jim is hurting her. As disrespectful as it is, I don't like seeing her wasting all of her savings, the money that my grandfather worked so hard to earn for her so that she could have a good life, on Jim.

→ In better news, spring is coming! This means more yard work and a sudden temperature spike, but spring is also invigorating. ♥ It'll be nice to balance the time I've been spending in the garage with some time outside, too. I honestly won't mind working in the yard as much as I did last year, I think. I'm... even kind of looking forward to mowing the lawn (though I'm sure that won't last long, what with needing to do it every two weeks or so).

On Muses

→ Masa, darling thing that she is, has developed and changed a bit from the way she manifested originally. I think she's settled, now.

- She's twenty, going on twenty-one, and a third-year at Todai.
- Yagyuu's still around, but he's The Guy, the endgame, the slightlystupidcrush that Masa's holding at arm's length, for fear she might be outed.
- Meanwhile, the 'best friend' position has been filled by Yukimura, who is a post-op transman. He started his transition in puberty thanks to an understanding mother, and by this point in his life, he's quite comfortable. This is a great help to Masa, who's still sort of finding her way.
- Masa's not out, and she's been on hormones for a little over three years, now, so she passes 100%. Yukimura knows, obviously, and...
- Keigo knows. I haven't quite sussed out how he found out, but he knows. He also has some weird thing for Masa and can't quite bring himself to leave her alone, and keeps offering to pay for her SRS, which she refuses.
- Renji's still around, but he's a friendly acquaintance, kept even further at bay, because he's a psychology major, and Masa doesn't trust him as far as she can throw him.

I'm hoping I can actually get things written for her, at some point. I need to continue research first, but it helps that she's wide awake.

→ There are now three Nious, including Masa — one is the Niou who's been around for two years, now (!!!), and the other is... a lawyer. A defense attorney, in fact. He's kind of... the Niou that could have been, if he'd been set on the right track sooner. Lots of forward drive, accomplished and he knows it, a little bit of a snob, even. Well-dressed, well-educated, but still snarky, tricksy and teenage enough to infuriate most. He has a Yagyuu, who is a prosecutor (surprise!), and then there's Detective Lieutenant Atobe Keigo, Niou's lover. Not sure how that happened exactly. The rest of Rikkai and Hyoutei are around in Homicide and Vice, respectively.

→ I hope this is temporary, but there are four (I think?) Kaoris. Kaori, for anyone who doesn't know (which means most of you, I believe), is a Tenipuri OC. She started out as Keigo's daughter in an AU or two, and was Keigo's sister a few times before sort of... morphing into a disconnected character. She's still his sister occasionally, but now she's mostly just Himegami Kaori, daughter and heiress of the Himegami International Trading Firm. She fits in nicely with the Hyoutei crowd, but she actually lives in Yokohama. At any rate, there are four of her at present, thanks to alternate-dimension plotlines, and I really hope three of them go away. (Especially the one who reminds me of Bella Swan.)

→ Typically, I don't have a habit of growing muses from any of the assorted American dramas I watch. There have been a few, historically, and there are exactly two at present. One of them is Burn Notice's Michael Westen, who is a sweetheart of a Capricorn, Gemini rising, and comes with his own car. I like him; he can stay. What I don't like is that he seems to have established cross-fandom history already. Jeez.

→ On the subject of that other fandom Michael's reaching out into, I am also growing a Shawn Spencer muse, very much against my will. He's still a muselet, but I can't seem to kill him, which may have something to do with Nious' tendencies to covet and water him. They like him a lot. He, on the other hand, Does Not Like Michael, because the cross-fandom ties Michael has established? are with Juliet O'Hara, who earned her shield in — that's right — Miami, Florida. Shawn is also a Virgo, Sag rising, which is fascinating alongside Niou's Sag, Virgo rising. Basically, we're all doomed.

it's only natural. ♥

2009-02-25T00:23:05Z

Anyone on the f'list want some pounds? I have 15 - 30 to spare. Will also sell in kilos (that's roughly 7 - 14, right?). Free ground shipping within the US.

I have court tomorrow, and none of my nice shirts or vests will fit me. Actually, the shirts won't fit because my rack is too big, but I'm not selling those yet, so.... Yeah, I'll figure something out, I'm sure.

In semi-related news (that is, related to court, not related to my being a fat kid), when they dropped Miranda off at our house on Thursday, they did not bring any of her effects with her. It was mostly clothes, but also a couple of stuffed toys (one of which actually belonged to me) and her inhaler. (She uses a medicated inhaler daily to keep her lungs healthy, because she's very prone to bad respiratory infections.) What they told us was that they could have brought her back with her belongings, but they would have had to wait until Friday, and they thought we wanted her back ASAP, so they took option B, which was bringing her back Thursday and delivering her effects Friday.

It is now Tuesday, and we have yet to receive any of it, including her inhaler. She came home from school yesterday because she was coughing and running a fever, and stayed home again today in similar condition. Mom called DHS and the foster home yesterday to ask them about it, and they claimed they'd be by 'Tuesday afternoon.' Now, at a quarter past six, Mom and Dad have left to go get Miranda's things themselves. Mom's a bit unnecessarily pissed, and I'm wondering what we're going to do with Miranda when we go to court tomorrow — she's in no shape to come along, and she can't go to school, either.

Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll leave me home to look after her. ~~I mean, anything to get away from the sickies; all the coughing and germs make me insane, but really. Anything to get out of waking up at 7am and sitting at the courthouse from 9am on.~~

Meanwhile, the musespace grows ever more crowded. More on that later, I think. ♥

Oh, also — new layout (and matching profile layout). :D tokyocentricity~

not out of the woods yet.

2009-02-24T03:10:33Z

The dust has settled (mostly), but we're not out of the woods yet. Court is on Wednesday morning, to determine whether my parents get full custody of Miranda or not. I'm expected to be there as well, so here's to an all-nighter, I imagine.

She is home safe and sound, now, though, which is most important. Whatever happens from here, we'll take it as it comes. ♥

And while I'm here, a little offering to the Tenipuri fans: a preview from Yukimura's upcoming birthday album, Last Song, ripped and converted from Nicovideo. I'm so looking forward to this~

coming up for air

2009-02-19T20:51:48Z

A timetable for yesterday:

0500: Went to bed.
0900: Woke up, did paperwork.
1200: Went to get documents notarized and turned in to DHS.
1300: Finished up with client's PC.
1400: Helped Grandma move Christmas tree and decorations.
1500: Cleaned out aunt's PC.
1600: Returned and set up client's PC.
1800: Came home and vacuumed, scrubbed and otherwise cleaned.
2000: Ate pizza.
2300: Finished cleaning and fell into bed.

DHS sent a worker out (ironically named Miranda) to do a home interview this morning at 11am, hence all the cleaning. We now officially have provisionary foster care of Miranda (the child, not the social worker). She was dropped off here at home not half an hour ago. If we want actual custody of her, we have two choices.

Become her foster family. Thirty hours of training for my parents, learning how to meet the DHS requirements for foster care (locking up medicine, chemicals, etc.; enclosing the pool, and many, many more), and looking over our shoulders constantly to make sure DHS doesn't catch us breaking the rules.

Gain legal custody of her. Since she's technically not in Tara's custody anymore, we would have to get the state to award us custody. This is what we're hoping to do. I have a cousin in Memphis who works for a law firm that employs one of the state's biggest public defenders. The idea is that he can talk the judge into awarding us custody.

The second option is obviously preferred. We've taken care of Miranda nearly all her life without any problems so far, and it wasn't due to our negligence that she was put into foster care, but a legal technicality. Hopefully, the judge will agree.

Thanks so much to everyone who's been thinking of us, and keep doing whatever it is you're doing, 'cos I think it might be working. ♥

a further update

2009-02-18T17:53:23Z

My parents have filed for provisional foster care, so that we can bring Miranda home before we ever go to court. Hopefully, she'll be home this weekend — we'll have people coming by for a home inspection sometime this week, and we're going in to sign some papers this afternoon.

I probably won't be around much tonight, and only here and there this week. Things will be busy. ♥ Wish us luck~

I have nothing if I don't have you. ♥

2009-02-17T23:35:38Z

So, on Sunday, my sister's eleven-month-old daughter was taken from her home by child services, because my sister's live-in fuck-up boyfriend tested positive for meth. Tara's trying to get her back, and I hope she does, but I hope it's at the expense of said boyfriend. He's a loser, and he's not doing Tara or Maci any good.

In the meantime, nobody told Miranda, Tara's other daughter, who lives with us. Tara didn't want her to know, because she planned on getting Maci back, so she didn't want to upset Miranda unnecessarily.

Child services called today to tell my mother that because Miranda is Tara's child (by a different father than Jason, who is Maci's father) and my parents don't have legal custody of her, she also has to go into foster care.

Mom's a total wreck, but we should have Miranda back in short order. There's nothing stopping us from getting legal custody, so it's only a matter of time. Miranda cried, of course, but she seemed a little better by the time she left half an hour ago. I'm sure that won't really hold — she'll cry tonight, and probably every night until she comes back. I just hope she'll be okay.

I complain about her a lot, and we all give her a hard time — she's difficult to get along with, to be honest — but she's family, in the end.

Keep your fingers crossed, or pray, or whatever it is you guys do, that she'll be okay. ♥ Please.

eta: There's a court date set for next week, and we have to get the house ready for a home inspection. I guess this is going to take a little longer than expected, but it's still only a matter of time.

because I just love talking about myself ♥

2009-02-13T23:50:09Z

Apparently, I've used that subject line before. Go figure. ♥

Here's the voice post meme. I'm a little pressed for time, so I haven't listened to the file at all. Consider this a warning: I may sound like a retard, and the audio quality is unchecked.

On Megaupload.

to make up for the earlier post. ♥

2009-02-11T04:19:56Z

Meme post!

Handwriting Meme
1. Write your LJ username
2. Write your two favorite bands/groups at the moment [not overall, just currently]
3. Write either I ♥ k-pop ; I ♥ j-pop ; I ♥ c-pop [this isn't really for anything, just to see how you draw hearts xD]
4. Write the name of your favorite person of all time [e.g. Yamada Ryosuke]
5. Write down your recently favored person [e.g. G-Dragon]
6. Tag 6 people to do this meme

Voice Post Meme
Comment here with anything you want to hear me say, read or talk about, and I'll record it all in a voice post. ♥ It can be anything from my favourite colour to the best game I've played lately, or you can ask me to say 'I love Echizen Ryoma with all my heart and soul,' but I'll kill you if you do that. :D If you want me to read something, give me a link. (The only books I have in the house are The Little Prince and an astrology book, but I'll read parts of those, if you really want me to.)

♥ Iluguys.

i find my lack of pants disturbing.

2009-02-11T00:01:53Z

i imagine i must be pmsing, because i am way too upset about this. maybe it's because it's just another part of an ongoing problem, idk.

dad called me today at about four-thirty. he said, 'hey, you've got a job tonight. i'm calling you now so you can be ready to go when i get home.' my dad fields tech jobs for me, since i, y'know, never leave the house. he's also my only method of transportation, since i don't have my license yet and my car is still coming into working condition. (slowly but surely, that.) i said, 'cool, okay.' i wasn't too happy about the surprise job -- i usually like to have advance warning, so i can put off any plans ahead of time, but whatever. not a big deal.

what was a big deal was getting ready. i went to put on some pants. that is, my singular pair of wearable pants. i only own one pair of pants that i can wear; all the others either won't go on or won't stay on, whichever. anyway, the problem with my one pair of pants is that they are decidedly unsuitable for presentation to a client. they're ripped so badly that i have to wear leggings or pj pants underneath for dignity's sake, and they're covered in grease stains, grass stains and sap, because, being my only pair of pants, they're the pants i wear to work on the car and in the yard.

i have no pants. and just to cover all the bases, i own no skirts or shorts and there is no one in the house my size.

the worst part is that my parents seem to expect me to buy my own clothes these days. if they want me to get a 'real job,' which is my only other option at this point besides going to school (which i can't do because we don't have the money), i'm going to need nicer clothes. beyond the pants dilemma, i only own wifebeaters, a couple really loud dress shirts and a few trashy tshirts. if my parents want me to get an office job, as my father has expressed, i'm going to need even nicer clothes, like slacks and blouses, and a couple new pairs of shoes, since i currently have a pair of big combat boots, a worn-out pair of sneakers and a pair of pink-and-yellow crocs.

the job i have now is freelance pc work, which means no guaranteed income. they also expect me to pay for gas and insurance for my car and spaying my cat (this i planned to pay for, but on top of everything else it's ridiculous). i might be able to swing a few pairs of jeans and spaying my cat with the money i have in my pocket, but beyond that, i'm basically fucked.

i just hope that my dad's walking away earlier when i explained to him that i literally had nothing to wear to this job tonight doesn't mean that he expects me to fix it. my hands are tied.

at least dinner tonight should be good.

shalalalalala my oh my ♥

2009-02-04T23:31:28Z

New layout (and profile layout!) for the holiday. I don't really like VDay much, but it's a good excuse to tamper with decorations. ♥

Also: The problem with writing anything based in TWEWY-verse is that someone has to die to get there. ;; I've been thinking about Tenipuri fic in TWEWY-verse, and... well, I tried writing Yukimura waking up in the UG. It was very quick to derail into angst. Ugh.

Maybe I'll have more luck with Yagyuu and twelve-times-dead!Niou. :/

sex meme~

2009-02-01T20:50:43Z

1. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with? I can count a... few. At least two, but I'm allowing for another one or two who may not have come to mind.
2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night? Not in the morning? I don't know about anyone else, but I always feel gross in the mornings, so morning!sex had better be in the shower.
3. What side of the bed do you sleep on? My bed's not big enough for 'sides,' tragically, but if it were, I would sleep on the right.
4. Do you masturbate? Totally.
5. How often? Whenever the mood strikes, so to speak? Assuming it's appropriate at the time. Usually at least once every two days.
6. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? At some point in highschool, I'm sure I did.
7. Do you prefer showers or baths? Showers all the way.
8. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath? Nope. I wouldn't want to do it in a bathtub; that seems messy. Shower sex is on my to-do list, though.
9. Do you watch/read pornography? Sure thing. Both, in fact.
10. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? That's a difficult question. I'd rather be the passive partner, but that means that I really, really have to trust whoever I'm with, and they can't be too forceful, either.
11. Do you love someone on your friends list? I love a lot of people on my friends list. ♥ Platonically.
12. Do you know all the people on your friends list? Yep. I can't say I know them all well, but I believe I know who all of them are.
13. Would you choose love or money? Platonic love or money? Love. Romantic love or money? Money.
14. Your top three favorite kinks in bed? Strangely, none of my kinks are typically performed 'in bed.' I have a few that I'm disinclined to mention, because I'd rather not scare my f'list off, but anything involving unintentional/uncontrollable arousal in public is fantastic. ♥
15. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually? Yes.
16. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex? I can't say I've ever had 'romantic' sex.
17. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex? Sadly, I don't think I've had sex in anyplace particularly 'weird.' I think the weirdest would be a hotel room, and it's only weird in comparison with my bed or someone else's.
18. Have you ever been caught having sex? Never ever.
19. Have you ever been to a strip club? No, but it's also on my to-do list.
20. Ever been to a bar just to get sex? Never even been to a bar.
21. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club for sexual reasons? See above.
22. Ever been picked-up on in a bar? Again, see above.
23. Have you ever kissed or had sex someone of the same sex? I've never had sex with someone of the opposite sex, but I've done my share of kissing both.
24. What's your sexuality? Bisexual and homoromantic. That is to say, I'm attracted sexually to both the male and female sexes, but I'm only romantically drawn to the female gender.
25. Had sex in a movie theater? Never, sadly.
26. Had sex in a bathroom? Yes, actually.
27. Have you ever had sex at work? Nooooo.
28. Have you ever been in an "adult" store? Also on my to-do list. I really need to get out more; this kind of thing is legal for me now.
29. Bought something from an adult store? See above.
30. Do you own any sex toys? Yep.
31. If yes, how many and what are they? A few. I have three different dildos, one smooth plastic (about 7" long and 5" circumference, not realistically shaped?) and two rubber (one is about 6", ribbed, 3" circumference, not my favourite. D: The other is about 7", realistically shaped and slightly bigger around than my wrist. Yes, really). I also own a 'personal massager' — a heavy-duty vibrator that plugs into the wall. We're very close friends. ♥
32. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film? Someone might. There's a picture of my rack in my Photobucket somewhere, because I was showing someone... something. Either that my bra was too small, or that one of my boobs was bigger than the other, idr. Anyway, there's also a couple of pictures of me topless, wearing a black gauze bra, floating around the internet somewhere. They're several years old, probably lost to the abyss of the interwebz.
33. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name? Nah. Not much of a name-caller.
34. Have you ever had phonesex? Sure.
35. Have you ever had cybersex? Not unless RPing sex scenes counts.
36. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse? Intercourse? No. Sex? Yes. Oral sex is definitely a form of sex, but I wouldn't call it 'intercourse.'
37. What's your favorite sexual position? If I can find a position where I can ride without having to do the work, that would be it. ♥
38. What's your favorite sex act? Hmm... not sure I have one in particular.
39. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time? Nope.
40. Who do you think has the guts to repost this? I think anyone who does has already done it. ♥

Off to haul wood. (Ha ha.) There's tons of downed branches in the yard from the Icepocalypse. Should be around tomorrow~. ♥

For some reason, I don't have a 'sex' tag, but I have a 'sex androids' tag. Oooookay.

winter wonderland.

2009-01-27T16:11:27Z

So, last night, the power went out around 1am. It came back twice (very briefly) between then and 4am, when it decided to make a proper showing. That was still three hours in 25F weather, but I'm glad the power's on now. However, the weather's not over, so if I do spontaneously disappear for several hours / days, that's probably what's happened.

The wind chime on the back porch.

That's the lower branches and the top of the tree, which I heard breaking off last night (terrifying sound, ftr), in the slightly-frozen pool.

The pine trees all around are dragging to the ground.

Except for this (dead) one. I'm surprised it didn't fall.

Some of these trees still had leaves on them.

Another bowed tree in the front yard.

The branches of said tree. You can also see a puddle in the background on the road, there.

Random artsy shot of a branch from the dead pine tree on the back porch.

Now, I am going back to bed. ♥ See you all this afternoon, I hope.

for anyone who doesn't watch comms.

2009-01-21T03:49:36Z

indoles_rex
indoles_rex
indoles_rex

♥

real quick, now

2009-01-18T20:07:10Z

I'm about to run off to work with Dad, but I was working on Hikari's profile for tenihime in the spare minutes I had, and found myself wondering something.

How often do you look up words (in an actual dictionary, Dictionary.com, or even just by checking with someone else) that you're using in a story? A journal entry? Normal conversations? Do you look them up because you want a synonym, or to double-check the meaning because you want to be sure they mean what you think they mean?

I was typing 'regimen' when I realized that I wasn't absolutely certain that was the word I was looking for. As I was pulling down Dictionary.com in my search bar and typing it in, I thought about how automatically I was doing so — I do it so often, I don't even have to think about it anymore. I love looking up words, and I don't trust my memory, so I do it a lot, just to be sure.

What about you guys?

help me? ♥

2009-01-12T22:30:34Z

Uni app is due on Wednesday, and I need need need to revise the bio section before I turn it in. Damn thing's a little over 1k (yeah, since when did Sanada talk so much?), and I'd really really really appreciate it if you guys could give me some concrit on this. I'm not looking for characterization help at all, just — general flow, mostly; grammar, excessive compound sentences (Jesus Christ), repetition, or things I may have glossed over / not explained well (aside from the total vagueness about the rest of Rikkai; I don't really have a lot of room, there).

Please and thanks, guys?

When Gen'ichirou began playing tennis in junior high, at the behest of Yukimura Seiichi, his plan was to quit tennis before highschool. That was always the plan; his father generally disapproved of putting so much weight on something so frivolous as tennis, and so did Gen'ichirou. After Rikkaidai's loss in Nationals at the end of junior high and Yukimura's subsequent retirement from the tennis circuit, Gen'ichirou made an uncharacteristically rebellious (in his father's opinion) decision: to continue playing tennis until his highschool graduation. It was a decision that went directly against his father's wishes — Daiken wanted him to drop tennis and focus more on his studies and on kendou. Gen'ichirou's older brother, Mamoru, had already failed to measure up to his father's wishes in some ways; in other ways, he'd exceeded them when he moved to America to start his own business. Regardless, this left the pressure of carrying on family tradition solely on Gen'ichirou's shoulders. Daiken couldn't understand how much tennis meant to him, but he understood, at least, that it was important — important enough for Gen'ichirou to defy him, which said something — and so they were able to come to an agreement that diverted potential disaster. Gen'ichirou would stop playing tennis when he graduated highschool, attend a college of his father's choosing, and major in Business Management in preparation for taking over the family dojo.

Broadly speaking, highschool was a good time for Gen'ichirou. Things were changing, but they hadn't changed beyond recognition just yet. He was enjoying the last days of a long summer, so to speak, and while it wasn't easy to ignore the feeling of impending fall, tennis and friends made it easier. Throughout those three years, Gen'ichirou was as focused as ever, maintaining nearly-perfect grades and a just-as-spotless win record. Encouraged by Yukimura himself, Gen'ichirou became captain of the tennis team, procuring and maintaining Yukimura's former title for the duration of his highschool tennis career. Under his leadership, like Yukimura's, the team thrived, even if the game wasn't the same without Yukimura in it.

As highschool drew to a close, Gen'ichirou was swept right out of the end of the tennis season and into studies for entrance exams. Daiken, predictably, pushed him toward the University of Tokyo, but left him with a choice between Tokyo and Kyoto Universities. He was surprised when Gen'ichirou opted to enter Kyoto. The reason for the choice, though Gen'ichirou never said as much to his father, was that he thought it would be easier to distance himself from tennis and the circle of friends who came with it if the distance was made physical. The decision was made easier by Yukimura's sudden departure for Europe — Gen'ichirou was given several good reasons to want to be as far away from the familiar courts of Kanagawa (and all their memories) as possible.

He was accepted into Kyoto University, where he studied for two years, majoring in Business Management as per his father's conditions, and minoring in Japanese History as per his own interests. The energy that he previously devoted to tennis was poured into perfecting his kendou, as well as picking up kyuudou. Neither quite satisfied him in the absence of tennis, but he got by. Rather than dwell on what was missing or what could be, he focused on what was — his studies, and his future as the master of the Sanada dojo.

The invitation to Hajime came to his parents' house, and Daiken told his wife to throw it out. He didn't imagine for even a moment that Gen'ichirou would give it any thought; surely, his son would honour their agreement. Besides, what could a place like Hajime hold for Gen'ichirou?

Truthfully, Gen'ichirou wouldn't have considered it, if it weren't for his brother. (Bad enough, Daiken would think after the fact, almost bitterly, that Mamoru had to go his own way, but to tempt Gen'ichirou with him? Insolence, plain and simple.) Mamoru spoke only rarely to their father, but he remained in occasional contact with their mother — in spite of her husband's reservations about Mamoru's choices, Setsushi loved her son. She mentioned the letter to Mamoru in conversation, which led them to discuss Gen'ichirou. Neither of them were against Gen'ichirou following tradition, but both of them disliked Gen'ichirou being unhappy, as Setsushi suspected he was.

Gen'ichirou came home for the winter break, as always, and Mamoru brought his family back to Japan for the holidays, as he did every few years. It was during this visit that Mamoru approached Gen'ichirou with the concerns he and his mother shared. They didn't think Gen'ichirou was happy with the way things were, with simply following his father's lead. He wasn't, Gen'ichirou admitted under his brother's pressure, but his happiness wasn't what was important, was it? After all, he wouldn't be under his father's thumb forever.

But he would be, Mamoru stressed. If he let Daiken set the pace now, then everything he did from here on would be at Daiken's pace. He'd never be happy. That was why Mamoru had broken away when he did. It had disappointed Daiken, but Mamoru was happy, and if he could only have one or the other, he'd rather live the way he liked. Mamoru gave Gen'ichirou the invitation letter, set aside by Setsushi some time before, and told him to give it some thought.

Over the next week, Gen'ichirou did little but think. His brother's words had hit home in a lot of ways, making him acknowledge things he'd been ignoring for the last two years. It wasn't that Gen'ichirou didn't want to honour his family — he very much did. He just didn't want to give up tennis in order to do it. Somewhere along the line, tennis had become an integral part of his life, and he couldn't seem to shake it. Maybe it was the friends and the memories so closely tied with the sport; maybe it was the sport itself, but whatever the reason, Gen'ichirou couldn't stay away.

Hajime offered the same courses he was taking, with transfer credit, and was prestigious in its own right, if not as well-known as the imperial universities. Better still, it wasn't the school his father had chosen. By the time the New Year came around, Gen'ichirou had made his choice. He would enter Hajime University under the same major and minor as before, and he would still take over the family dojo, if his father would allow it. But from here on, he would shape his own future.

Daiken was angry — an understatement, really — but two sons were all he had. It would be foolish of him to refuse Gen'ichirou's offer, even if it grated on him that he was put in such a position. He did his best to talk Gen'ichirou out of changing schools. Kyoto was more reputable, and he wanted Gen'ichirou to have an educational background to be proud of; that was why Gen'ichirou (and Mamoru, before him) had attended Rikkai ever since junior high. Gen'ichirou was firm, however, and by the end of the week, he was preparing to move from Kyoto's dorms to Hajime's.

Now I've gotta run; I have a car to work on. ♥

Rumors of LJ's demise have been greatly exaggerated.

2009-01-07T04:43:53Z

LJ's Demise
For anyone on the fritz about the whole affair, check LJ's Twitter before you abandon ship.

Speaking of Abandoning Ship...
Not that I'm gonna, but it'd be nice to have a backup plan. Inksome looks hot; I took a look around there a while ago, before it required invite codes, but never signed up. Does anyone have a spare invite code for me?

Speaking of Twitter...
http://twitter.com/tokyocentricity

I don't use it much, but there you go.

Uni Again
Reserving Sanada, hopefully. One of the mods has picked up three characters in the first week of the RP's activity, so one of the other mods gave me (and a couple others) permission to reserve early. I smell potential trouble, but hey. Not my problem.

it ain't my fault; I guess your sister's my type.

2009-01-06T22:43:06Z

A Meme
Years roleplaying: Ten or so, since 1999.
Least favourite character? That I've played? Jeez, I'm not sure I really have one.
Male or female characters? Mostly male, but I play both.
Oldest character played? As in, longest ago? Uh... OC from the Pokémon universe, a Rocket member named Jade. Yyyyyyep.
Longest character played? ~~Sanada, an easy 8 inches.~~ ... Uh... Maybe Quistis Trepe, since I still play her to this day, on rare occasions.
Newest character? TWEWY kids — Sakuraba Neku, Kiryu Yoshiya/Joshua and Minamimoto Sho, adopted in this last week or so.

Which character of yours would be most likely to...
Jump off a bridge? Minamimoto, for the hell of it. Reno, because it was necessary. ... Hikaru, with intent to commit suicide. Not likely, but possible.
Get drunk and pass out? Niou because he likes to drink, Reno because he needs to drink, or maybe Keiko-sama, who doesn't need to drink, but is an alcoholic anyway.
Kill somebody in a very unorthodox way? Minamimoto, Reno, Kristoph, Chinen, Kite. If I still had an Aizen muse, he'd be here, too.
Be far too hyper for their own good? Jirou, Megumi ← birds of a feather. Megumi is Jirou's little sister.
Be raped? Setting aside those who have for storyline purposes? Saki, Yukimura's sister. She's beautiful, doll-pretty, really, but she's timid and not very strong. She'd also be likely to keep her mouth shut afterward.
Get lost and refuse to ask for directions? Sanada, Keigo, Reno, Niou, Edgeworth, Diego. Note that they're all men (mostly. *eyes Keigo*).
Star in a horror movie? Niou would make a good psycho killer, says he. Kaori would make a good 'stupid girl who goes into the dark room with the sinister music and creepy suspicious noises,' say I.
Star in a whore movie? Rivulet, Kaori, Keiko-sama. The latter two would make for expensive whores, but they'd do it all the same. Also Hikaru, because you can't like sucking cock that much and not be a whore.
Star in a video game? ... Setting aside the ones who have? The Turks' lives would make a neat action game, so maybe Reno. Then, of course, there's tennis....
Make the world a better place? Keigo, Keiko-sama, Kaori, Jirou, Megumi, Klavier.
Have a torrid gay love affair? ... Uh. Well, to avoid the long answer, let's parse this. Who would have torrid gay love affair... ? ... Probably Keigo. He'd feel horrid about it, but... love calls.

Relate each word to a character of yours:
Love - Jirou.
Hate - Neku.
Money - Keigo.
Seduction - Keiko-sama.
Lies - Niou.
Tragedy - Klavier.
Manipulation - Joshua.
Violence - Akaya.
Politics - ... Edgeworth, possibly.
Fire - Kaori.
Ice - Kristoph.

Would you ever...
Play a prostitute? Have.
Play a musician? Have.
Play a pilot? Have.
Play a homosexual? ...
Play a pedophile? Have.
Play a politician? Have.
Play a character who commits incest? Have.

THERE IS NOTHING I HAVE NOT DARED TO DO, clearly. ♥

Also On RP...
Uni is going rather well. Jirou's popular as ever, and I really do love playing him from highschool up. He's had time to mature, grow devious, get drunk, have sex.... At Uni, it's especially interesting, since he struggled at Toudai for two years. He has perhaps a bit more of a penchant for drinking and partying than usual because of it.

I'm still hoping we'll get a Shishido and maybe even a Taki. ♥ And that no one snatches Sanada up before the 18th, but that's a whole week and a half away. *covers eyes.*

Seems like the majority of the players here are a little cliquey, but mostly in the sense that they all know one another. They're perfectly friendly, and not really exclusive at all. Besides, Rachel and Julie are here now, too, so. ♥ It's warming up nicely~ And I'm still keeping an eye on tenihime. I have girls who could play~

no more coding for cassie

2008-12-29T01:18:05Z

In the last week, I've coded Jirou's profile and my own, as well as modifying the coding from my layout to fit his, and creating the headers for his journal and both our profile layouts. I am quite pleased with myself, but also I am possibly never coding again.

My eyes hurt. *hides.*

"I was just gonna send a thousand porno magazines to his office."

2008-12-17T16:59:24Z

Ew
Random bout of nausea. It doesn't help that Falon was sick last night and Miranda's been sick all week so far. Ugh, I get so strung-out during flu season.

It's mostly gone now, but it woke me from a sound sleep. I have ginger ale, but I want to wait for my stomach to settle some more before I try to go back to sleep, so I'm dicking around on LJ. I know Rachel will probably read this later and say that I could have called her, but I won't be up much longer, and there's no point in both of us losing sleep when we went to bed two hours ago, so. ♥

Currently Watching
Because this list has to be updated periodically.

Airing:
- Ryusei no Kizuna (E09)
- Room of King (E05? smth)
- Leverage (E03)
- Life (S02E09)
- NCIS (S06E10)
- Law & Order: SVU (S10E09)

Off-Air:
- Heroes (S03E13)
- The Secret Life of the American Teenager (S01E11)

Not Yet Started:
- Bloody Monday
- Hokaben
- Girigiri
- Rescue

Curiouser

View Poll: Handedness

much madness is divinest sense to a discerning eye

2008-12-17T02:18:32Z

Redecorating
Ran across this banner (by the talented negiramenofdoom) today and just had to do something with it, so... new layout it is! tokyocentricity tokyocentricity tokyocentricity ♥

Speaking of Panic!...
~~Does anyone have A Fever You Can't Sweat Out in .mp3, 192kbps or higher? I just realised that I have half the songs from that album in .wma, and all in varying bit rates. :/ Ew, messy.~~ Thanks, polyurethane! ♥

Roleplaying
I have my application for Jirou at pot_university finished. I'm gonna sit on it for as long as I'll let myself, though. Makes me feel less impulsive, and gives me more time to drag in more hapless victims like intimidate and mahoubunnybell. ;D Anyone else wanna come~?

Works-in-Progress
Meme stolen from rosivan~ ♥

When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

~~Fourteen~~ Eighteen(!) excerpts, under the cut to save your souls. Some are taken from explicit content, but none of the passages are overtly explicit, themselves. Prince of Tennis, Ace Attorney, Ouran. ♥ Feel free to ask me about any of them; I'll show more if something catches your fancy.

★ Celebrity Secrets (tentative title): Prince of Tennis; Atobe. G, gen/character study.

There are millions of things that the world doesn't know about Atobe Keigo.

He makes faces when you have your back to him, instead of elegantly rolling his eyes the way he normally might. If you catch him, he'll make you feel like you're the ridiculous one.

The beauty mark beneath his eye is just one of many. They're scattered on his shoulders and back, with a few wandering down his torso as far as his hips, and a stray one on his rear end that he'll deny for never having seen it, himself.

★ Sucker For Love: Ouran Host Club; Tamaki x Ayame. PG-13, smut/angst.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think she wasn't paying attention. Her head is turned away, her eyes and hands busy somewhere else, but they've been having these rendezvous a little too long for him to think that she's ignoring him. He does wish she'd look his way, though, just once.

"Ayame," he whispers, leaning down as far as his body will allow. Her eyes flick toward him, then away again.

"What is it?"

He feels his shoulders slump just slightly at her flat tone, and he sighs. "Look at me, please?" Taking his hands from her breasts, he stills and reaches forward to remove her glasses. Much like Kyouya's, they get in the way of her eyes and her expressions, and Tamaki hates that.

★ The One Where Jirou's Retarded (working title): Prince of Tennis; Jirou & Chinen. G, gen/friendship.

"I don't have friends," Chinen informed him.

Now, what Chinen meant by that was that he didn't have friends — it wasn't something he did. He did not mean that he had no friends, or that he wanted any. Unfortunately, that was just how Akutagawa Jirou took it.

"You don't have friends?!" the boy cried, recoiling as if Chinen had just explained that he was single-handedly responsible for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. "Why?!"

Chinen leaned forward. "Because everyone's afraid of me." It was a pointed statement, but it was either pointing in the wrong direction, or this kid was dyslexic.

"I'm not afraid of you!" he chirped, his face lighting up again as he leaned in, too, hands on Chinen's knees.

★ Courthouse Graffiti: Ace Attorney; Apollo x Klavier, Phoenix x Miles. PG, smut/humour.

Beside them, a long zipper sounded amidst the ambiguous rustling. "I can't believe you can wear this in a courthouse," Edgeworth chided absently.

The aforementioned sweatshirt fell to the floor, obscuring their feet, and Phoenix quipped, "Well, now I'm not wearing it in a courthouse."

Apollo pulled another face. He couldn't believe he was seriously hearing this! Carefully, he placed his hands over his ears, hoping to block out the suggestive dialogue. His attempts were in vain; the bathroom was quiet, and the walls bounced every tiny sound back tenfold.

More clothing rustled loudly beside them. Down atop the sweatshirt came a white t-shirt. All at once, Apollo was struck with a slightly horrifying thought: Phoenix Wright was shirtless in a courthouse just a few feet away from him. And he was still wearing his hat.

★ Chasing the Dark Horse (tentative title): Prince of Tennis; Shitenhouji ensemble. PG, gen/action.

"You have to give him up, Chitose."

"No, I don't."

He offered no explanation. The attorney dropped something on the desk and walked across the room again, skulking near the door.

"Your sister's a lovely girl," he said, his voice ripe with anticipated triumph.

She was. Senri's eyes darkened for the first time as he gazed down at the picture, lips parting on her name. She stared back at him laughingly, as alive and as sparkling as the day he'd taken the picture that summer.

He didn't ask. He didn't need to.

The attorneys didn't ask again.

"Yes," Senri said, voice soft. "He ordered me to kill those people."

★ Okinawa Beat (tentative title): Prince of Tennis; Higa ensemble. PG, gen/drama.

Some days, I'm half a step, half a lost lead, half a dead end from just up and quitting, emptying out my desk and locker and walking away for good. What we do is good, I know. But the mistakes we make cost lives, in part and in whole, and some days, I can't take one more mistake from myself.

Kite never talks me out of it. Nine times of ten, it's Hirakoba. He'll guilt me, argue with me, beat me down until I know he's right, and he'll walk away and leave me with the decision: leave and throw away all the good I've done and all the good I'll do, or stay and make a few more mistakes in the midst of it all.

When I turn around, slam my locker and throw my stuff on the desk, I only have to say 'let's go,' and it's the only time Kite will follow me unquestioningly.

★ The One Where Diego Does Lana (working title): Ace Attorney; Diego x Lana. PG, romance.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a crime scene; off-limits to civilians."

She looks like she just stepped out of Babes in Uniform 2012. It's all Diego can do not to whistle. She's a cop, he reminds himself, chuckling at his own inherent weakness. Just a pretty one.

"What kinda crime?" he asks, edging closer to the yellow tape and peering over it, down the long alley behind the building.

She puts a hand in front of him, so he leans forward until she's touching his chest. She's quick to pull her hand back, brow knitting minutely in frustration. How cute, he thinks, and hides his smile behind his coffee as he retreats.

★ According to Plan: Prince of Tennis; Gakuto x Yuushi. R, romance/smut.

This was not, Yuushi thought at the end of a delicious shiver, how he had imagined their first time would be. At all.

He'd envisioned an evening winter romp — this winter, probably — curled up in front of the fire at Yuushi's house while his father was on one of his week-long shifts in the ER. Gakuto got cold easily; he was too damn skinny for winter, but Yuushi didn't mind, because he'd just slide up behind him and wrap him up — warm him from the inside out. They'd snuggle, and Gakuto would complain, but they both knew that was just a matter of course. Yuushi would rain kisses on him, and the heat of the fire would lead one thing into the next until they were all tangled up, faces flushed and gasping each other's names against warm skin.

The flame's heat left him as he felt his bare shoulders pressed against cold metal. No, this was decidedly not how he had imagined it. There were no rose petals, no firelight patterns dancing on their skin, no snowflakes on the windowpane. It was the peak of summer, nearly thirty-eight degrees out; their skin was sticky with sweat and they were in a public bathroom stall, for God's sake.

★ Quitting Your Day Job: Ace Attorney; GS2 ensemble + Edgeworth. PG, gen/humour.

Max Galactica had moved on after the circus failed to thrive under Moe's leadership. He'd been keeping in touch with Maya, it seemed, and he now spent his days as...

"Lady Galactica, at your service!"

Phoenix hazarded a glance and cringed slightly. It was strange, but somehow, Max was pretty. Androgynous and incredibly damn tall, but pretty. Drag worked well for him.

"Yeah, uh... good to see you again," Phoenix managed, trying neither to look Max in the eye or stare at his (surprisingly generous) chest. The latter effort was quashed when Max swept him up in a forceful hug, bringing Phoenix face-to-cleavage with him.

★ Justice for One: Ace Attorney; Bratworth + ensemble. PG-13, character study/angst.

He has a murder investigation to immerse himself in, but even back at his office, he can't focus. His mind keeps wandering back to the station, to that woman and her rasping voice and welling eyes. How ridiculous, he scolds himself. There is a man dead and a killer loose, and all he can think about is some battered woman, too weak or insipid to break free from her self-made prison.

A pang of guilt strikes him at that thought, as if something deeper inside him cannot quite abide by his cold rationale. Staving off the pity is more difficult, it seems, when you've looked the piteous in the eye.

★ Kirihara Akaya's Foolproof Five-Step Plan To Steal A Kiss (And Get His Man): Prince of Tennis; Kirihara x Yanagi, Kirihara x Sanada, Yukimura x Sanada. PG, humour/romance.

The plan had been in Akaya's head since November, when he accidentally caught sight of Sanada and Yukimura kissing out on the fire escape during lunch. Really, Sanada was kissing Yukimura, and Akaya couldn't quite wrap his mind around it — Niou-sempai always said Yukimura-buchou topped, without a question.

He decided right then that he needed to find out for himself.

It was December before he could set his plan in motion; the key was mistletoe. If there was mistletoe, Sanada-fukubuchou couldn't blame him for kissing him, now, could he?

An hour before afternoon practice, Akaya faked a stomachache to get out of class, and used that chance to hang a sprig of mistletoe on the fence near where Sanada often stood. Then he really did have a stomachache — he always got that way when he was really nervous — so he hid away in the nurse's office until the final bell.

★ Miyuki Does Shitenhouji (working title): Prince of Tennis, Shitenhouji ensemble. PG, humour/fluff.

There was something about the jacket, she decided. Why else would her face be so hot, especially when she'd been shivering just a minute ago? Regulars' jackets were magical, or something. Except she'd worn her brother's before, and it never did anything. Maybe it was captain's jackets. She wondered briefly if Tezuka's jacket would do this, too.

Tugging it tighter around her, she slumped deeper into it so that only her eyes were peering out. Shiraishi's quiet laugh echoed above her, and she looked up, startled.

"What?" she demanded, thinking she'd missed something entertaining.

But he was smiling down at her, and she hadn't done anything funny, had she? He shook his head and looked back out at the court, folding his arms. "You're cute, Miyu-chan."

★ Turnabout Host (working title): Ouran / Ace Attorney; Edgeworth, Haruhi, host/attorney ensembles. G, gen/humour.

"Legends..." she echoes, as if reflecting on something. "Like who, sir?"

Miles chuckles. "If you win this trial, you'll probably meet them. Come on, now; we haven't much time. A good pros—"

Now it's her turn to laugh. "A good prosecutor, huh? Let's hope I'm a better defense attorney."

"Touché, Fujioka. Old habits die hard."

Funnily, he thinks, the best defense attorneys were often late.

The two of them, however, are early, and the prosecution is as well. Miles can't quite help the tiny thrill — pride and pleasure — at seeing the woman behind the prosecutor's bench.

"Franziska von Karma, Your Honour. For the people." She looks at Miles when she says it, all preen and smirk. Years at the bench have tamed her only slightly.

Fujioka leans over to him. "Is she allowed to carry that in court?"

"Her father carried a cane and a taser. It's best to leave the von Karmas be," Miles confides.

★ Z is for Zombies (working title): Prince of Tennis, Hyoutei ensemble. PG, gen/humour.

Something hit the window. Gakuto screamed, Atobe yelled, Jirou yelped and Shishido hid behind Choutarou. They all stared at the window, where a grotesque, ashen face was pressed, sliding slowly down the glass.

"Oh, Jesus," Choutarou whispered. Shishido felt him shiver and gripped the back of his jacket tighter in response.

All at once, Hiyoshi stalked to the window and yanked the curtains down.

"Can they break the window?" Jirou asked in a tiny voice.

"Probably," Taki answered noncommittally. He sounded distracted.

Gakuto cursed, releasing Yuushi's sleeve. "Fuck, no, they can't, Jirou," he said, glaring forcefully at Taki. Taki didn't seem to notice. "They can't get in here." Gakuto went over to the couch, sitting down beside his friend and wrapping an arm around him. Jirou leaned on him, eyes downcast.

★ Dragons! (working title): Prince of Tennis, Shishido x Atobe. PG-13, romance/action.

Even having grown up amidst dragons — for his father was a dragonkeeper, and his father before him as well — it was still a surreal sensation to glance aside and see a single eye, all but a third your height and too wide for your arms to span.

This eye was gleaming. Amused, Ryou thought, and chuckled.

"The follies of the simple-minded," he read aloud from the eye's expression. A slight narrowing and an upturn at the corner validated him. Laughing softly, he turned back to watch the tussle in the meadow.

Two surly and virile bulls had successfully wrought themselves a way out of their paddocks and come to blows here, near the forest's edge. So wrapped up in their beastly boasting were they that they took no notice of either dragon or man sleeping nearby. So, too, they missed the entrance of an august unicorn, young and haughty. Now they paid dearly for it, as the unicorn was simply waiting for someone to wrong him, so that he might show off his fierceness and valor.

Again and again, the bulls charged, only to spook away at the last possible moment. The unicorn turned each time to meet them, stomping his hoof in frustration when they would back down. It was one thing to lock horns with another bull, butting heads until one party or the other could take no more, but it was something else entirely to charge at a lone horn pointing straight between their eyes. The bulls were appropriately wary.

★ Don't Stand So Close to Me (working title): Prince of Tennis; Atobe x Sakaki. R, romance/angst.

June is nearly half-over when realization — and Keigo — is finally upon him. The rain is in sheets on the windows, the locker room empty, and Keigo has inexplicably found his way into Sakaki's lap, a knee on either edge of the chair.

"You won't look at me?" he asks. His voice is deeper than Sakaki thought, or perhaps huskier and simply resonating off the walls of the office. Sakaki doesn't answer, but examines the paper in his hand again, more closely, until Keigo snatches it away in a puerile fit of impetuousness and tosses it aside. It drifts gaily to the ground. Without anything left to occupy himself, Sakaki turns his attention to Keigo's face, and only his face. That alone is temptation enough.

Leaning closer, Keigo orders, "Look at me." The imperious tone of the demand brings a few years' worth of memories of foot-stomping, bossy little Keigo to the surface. Perhaps Keigo is not so formidable an enemy as Sakaki believed him to have grown into already.

★ The One Where Jirou's a Cockwhore (working title): Prince of Tennis; Tezuka x Jirou. R, smut.

Tezuka could tell the moment his boyfriend woke up. There was no drastic change, no certain lack of sound, no shift in positions to be noticed at all. It was just the subtle way the fingers curled slowly into his shirt, and the way Tezuka felt compelled to drape a gentle arm over the older boy's sleeping form.

Sometimes, he'd drift back to sleep, but sometimes, Tezuka would feel his face press closer, his head turn, and his teeth catch the fabric at the edge of Tezuka's fly. Unless they were alone, Tezuka would shift beneath him, freeing the fabric from his hold. There would be none of that, and Tezuka rarely, if ever, needed to use a more stern reprimand.

★ Lucky Loser: Ouran / Prince of Tennis, Atobe x Tezuka, Hyoutei & hosts ensemble. PG, gen/humour.

Fourteen heads turned his way, and Atobe smirked.

"Keigo-kun!"

The smirk froze in place. He had to be hearing things. The whole afternoon spent talking about the idiot was clearly causing him to become paranoid — he jerked his head to look up at the top of the bleachers, where the call had come from, just in time to be violently embraced.

"Keigo-kun!" Tamaki purred, placing a kiss on each of Atobe's cheeks. "I'm so glad you came back before we left! It would have been a shame to have to leave without having seen you, after all."

"Yes, wouldn't it?" Atobe agreed automatically. He was trying to remove himself from the younger captain's grasp without looking too much like a cat grabbed by a two-year-old. "Let go of me, Suoh."

Jesus, that was a lot. *skips off to prompt_in_a_box.*

"Did you have a seizure while making this chair?"

2008-12-15T22:01:16Z

The Real World
I appear to have a car. It needs a little work done, but between my dad's help and the help of a client (who's getting free services from me in return), that should be taken care of. It's a dorky little '87 VW Quantum, and in pretty damn good shape for a 21-year-old car. Kind of cute, actually. ♥ It's growing on me, the way a mentally challenged puppy grows on you. Anyway, it was a gift from my uncle, so I can't complain.

In the event that I can't get in at UACCB this upcoming semester (which is a possibility, yes), I'll probably wind up getting a job... Hastings will be first choice, if they're hiring. It's almost the only place around here I'd like to work at. If all else fails, though, there's always Wal-Mart! :D :D :D :D :D... :|

Yeaaaaaah.

In other news, my sister seems to think she's getting a cat. This infuriates me beyond belief, since the entire basis for my dad's argument against my keeping Shoe was that he and Mom would end up taking care of her, and he cited my sister's irresponsibility with her ~~mutant guinea pig~~ hamster as an example. Nevermind that one of the apparent conditions is that Falon has to keep her room clean — even if she does, it's Miranda's room, too, and she A) never keeps it clean, and B) shouldn't be asked to do so just so that Falon gets her way. Basically, this is just another classic example of Falon being utterly and completely spoiled.

/whiny bitch.

I'm making myself feel better by buying things. ♥ The World Ends With You for USD$25, free shipping. Yum. ♥

The Legal World
Speaking of DS games, I finished Apollo Justice last night.

Kristoph, while terrifyingly manipulative and blazingly intelligent, is unspeakably childish. I still adore him, as I'm prone to, but really... all of this over your client jilting you for the infamous ~*~Phoenix Wright~*~? Come on, man. ... The revelations of 4-4 certainly put a spin on Kristoph's character, anyway. Childish, selfish, obsessive, delusional, static... not your average child molester.

On the other hand, Klavier impressed me greatly. Much as I've loved him since 4-2, I hadn't really been ~*~wowed~*~ by him much, excepting a few Crowning Moments of Awesome in 4-3. To pile this on top of the madness of 4-3 and the emotional trauma that must have caused him, and to see Klavier take a deep breath and smile winningly through it? Amazing. I liked that he didn't seem so drawn in by Kristoph — in fact, he'd suspected all this time. More than anyone else, Klavier has his brother's number, and he's not afraid to call it, when the time's right.

Then there's Phoenix. I could've done without the random 'Trucy and I are alone in all the world with our sorrows' bout of angst, but otherwise? What a magnificent bastard. I'm continuing to stick to my theory that hobo!Nick at least started out as a cover, to throw anyone who might suspect off the trail — look at him, he's pitiful; sunk to a new low, that Wright; we'll never see the likes of his face in court again; he's lost faith in the world, etc. I'm sure that over seven years, it grew on him a little. You can't pretend to be someone for seven years and not become them a little bit, after all. ~~I smell Niou/Yagyuu fic in there somewhere.~~ But the plan was always to return to court someday — however long it might take.

... I also maintain my theory on Edgeworth having left for Europe again and cut off contact because Phoenix was, as Phoenix will be, a douchebag about the whole affair and didn't let Edgeworth in on the plan, so Edgeworth thought he was totally off his gourd. After 4-4, Phoenix took the bar exam, and when Edgeworth heard the news, he flew back to L.A. to suckerpunch him.

Also, the magical contracting bracelets? I can deal with the whole tense muscles theory; it makes sense that the bracelet being tight on their wrists would give away the muscle tension, and while the whole Gramarye eyesight thing is kind of retarded, I'd buy it for a buck. But the bracelets growing or shrinking to fit the wearer's wrist? ... Psssssh.

The Writing World
Trying to get back into some kind of a regular writing habit. penombrelilas linked to prompt_in_a_box in a recent entry, so I went to check it out. Pretty neat, actually. I think I'll be participating for December. ♥

The RP World
Does anyone know if those two new Tenipuri RPs suck... ? There was the one set in a highschool AU with the cast as teachers, and another set very vaguely at a university, iirc. I'm skeptical, so I'm wondering if anyone knows the mods/potential players.