just a small town girl, living in a lonely world

But for some reason all my will to type it up dies the moment I reach to type in "livejournal" in the address bar.
So to get me started (because it's a fact that I get rambly once I get talkin'), a meme which I got through getting tagged by gantai. ♥

( /meme )

I remember wanting to post about some depressing stuff, but I forgot all about that. I don't even remember what exactly was so depressing to make me write about it here in el-jay. Other than...
HOLY SHIT, IT'S END OF MARCH ALREADY! WHERE'D THREE MONTHS OF MY LIFE GO? DDD:
TIME, STAND FUCKING STILL.
It's not like anything particularly interesting is going on, but still. Still.


Also, I think I feel like changing my icons. And I think this time I might replace a good deal of them, unlike last time when I stared at them for half an hour before deciding that all of them held too many dear memories and I simply couldn't get rid of any of them. No matter how badly made they are. I've acquired some standards, you see.

Also. YGO 5D's, I'd like to have a word with you. WHEN DID YOU BECOME SO AWESOME???? I look away for a moment, and BAM. Timeskip. Awesome designs. Crow. Holy fucking shit. Crow. Yuusei in a lab coat. Ruka is in really fucking cute clothes. And, and, and. KIRYUUUUU. ALKSDHFKJADKF WHY DO I SUDDENLY LIKE YOU SO MUCH WHEN I HATED YOUR GUTS AT THE MOMENT OF YOUR INITIAL INTRODUCTION AKSDHJFKADSHJFLAKSDHLFAS. D:


Oh, and here's some pimpin' too, for good measure.

Title: Ghost of a Rose Part I: O, faithful eternity!
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing/Characters: Hannah, Sebastian, Ciel.
Word count: 4874
Warnings: Demonic shenanigans, some violence, a dash of angst, and a myriad of some minor disturbing notions in-between.
Summary: Kill me, she said. He didn't. Maybe it's a good thing he didn't, after all. Post-series.

|| THIS LINK HAS BEEN FIX'D. *fails sfm, orz* ||


Yes, I finally tackled multi-chapter fiction. And already this isn't the only one that's in progress. What is wrong with me? =/

B.B. loves to dance in the dark
'cause when L's looking he falls apart.

This is what I used to often sing at work when I was still a travel agent, as I tried to find the cheapest and sanest option for a flight to a destination somewhere deep in Africa where practically no airline flies. Or Antananarivo.
Discuss.

I expect hate!mail in my inbox.