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IN FOR A COPPER, IN FOR A GOLD
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts.
05 July 2007 @ 04:31 pm
bored19 May 2007 @ 06:41 pm
14 April 2007 @ 03:18 pm
03 March 2007 @ 01:15 am
25 February 2007 @ 12:36 am
Extremely awkward even. And whoever made this can't spell worth shit.
Current Mood: 
amused
amused15 February 2007 @ 08:27 pm
Happy Pink Week, Drama Drama Duck! No angst or me and the Valentine Happy Happy Squad, that is, Sora and Kurt, will MAKE you be happy, hear?
08 February 2007 @ 09:01 pm
I got bored, so I took some quizzes. Some of these are a bit R-rated, so look the other way, kids.
( I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby )
( I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby )
06 February 2007 @ 02:21 pm
*Ryle and Gokuu pass through the Hub and enter the Gaia piece.*
((OOC: RIGHT SO, any Gaians want to bump into sneak-team agents? Ryle doesn't know the place))
((OOC: RIGHT SO, any Gaians want to bump into sneak-team agents? Ryle doesn't know the place))
04 February 2007 @ 11:56 pm
They will clean up all your talking in a manner such as this.
They will make ya take a tinkle when you want to take a piss
And they'll make you call fellatio a "trouser-friendly kiss"
Here's the plain situation, there's no negotiation
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
They're as stuffy as the stuffiest of special interest groups
Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops
Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops
Take a tip, take a lesson, you'll never win by messin'
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
And if you find yourself with some young sexy thing
You're gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling
'cause you can't say penis
So they sent this little warning they're prepared to do their worst
And they stuck it in your mailbox hoping you could be coerced
I can think of quite another place they should've stuck it first
They may just be neurotic or possibly psychotic
They're the fellas at the freakin' FCC!
They will make ya take a tinkle when you want to take a piss
And they'll make you call fellatio a "trouser-friendly kiss"
Here's the plain situation, there's no negotiation
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
They're as stuffy as the stuffiest of special interest groups
Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops
Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops
Take a tip, take a lesson, you'll never win by messin'
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
And if you find yourself with some young sexy thing
You're gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling
'cause you can't say penis
So they sent this little warning they're prepared to do their worst
And they stuck it in your mailbox hoping you could be coerced
I can think of quite another place they should've stuck it first
They may just be neurotic or possibly psychotic
They're the fellas at the freakin' FCC!
Where I'm At: Massan
Current Music: PTV
31 January 2007 @ 03:52 pm
*There's a slight tremor in the ground and a Door opens outside the Massan Inn*
*Ryle and Gokuu tumble out*
*Ryle and Gokuu tumble out*
29 January 2007 @ 10:26 pm
Badass Uke
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.</p>
You are the highest level uke. Other uke admire you, some seme fear you. At times, you can even fool other people into thinking you are seme with your mischievous, manipulative attitude, but when push comes to shove, your true submissive nature emerges - all you really want is the punishment. It takes a seme with just enough sadistic tendencies to dish out the punishment you really want, but enough patience not to outright kill you, so you are best paired with the "Don't Fuck With Me" Seme.
28 January 2007 @ 08:11 pm
You know. . .I just realized that I've never made a song post in my livejournal.
So here, have one.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
On a dark new year's night
On the west coast of Clare
I hear your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song
Your hands played the tune
T'was a vision before me.
We left the music behind and the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
With sadness you paused.
Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why.
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In clouds above.
As you turned to go I heard you call my name.
You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its
Wings to fly
"The old ways are lost" you sang as you flew
And I wondered why.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
So here, have one.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
On a dark new year's night
On the west coast of Clare
I hear your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song
Your hands played the tune
T'was a vision before me.
We left the music behind and the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
With sadness you paused.
Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why.
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In clouds above.
As you turned to go I heard you call my name.
You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its
Wings to fly
"The old ways are lost" you sang as you flew
And I wondered why.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
15 January 2007 @ 10:53 pm
Never say I don't do anything for you people. I'm gonna try to hack into the Master's System and see if I can make his dark portals bend to my will. Shouldn't be TOO hard. Broke into harder things than this. (Ever feel like you're trapped in a book?)
. . .Now, if you see a dark portal, kids, head on through. It'll take to you to the Inn I'm staying at in Massan. I'll look after you until the Heartless are dealt with. Or until you change back.
. . . . .Whichever happens first.
((OOC: Canon-bending kinda! This is incredibly voluntary. Just reply here to say you arrived at the Inn if you want to be babysat by a chain-swearing Wood Elf. Probably nobody will do this but he mentioned it to Heather so he had to at least make the offer.))
. . .Now, if you see a dark portal, kids, head on through. It'll take to you to the Inn I'm staying at in Massan. I'll look after you until the Heartless are dealt with. Or until you change back.
. . . . .Whichever happens first.
((OOC: Canon-bending kinda! This is incredibly voluntary. Just reply here to say you arrived at the Inn if you want to be babysat by a chain-swearing Wood Elf. Probably nobody will do this but he mentioned it to Heather so he had to at least make the offer.))
Where I'm At: Massan
13 January 2007 @ 07:16 pm
Heigh-ho, nobody home
meat, nor drink, nor money have I none.
Still I will be merry
Or not.
Oh yeah. This is an excellent community I just joined, I can tell. I can totally see what draws people there. The bleak, depressing stories, the epic rants, the random attacks from the unholy beyond and the privilege of being able to post horrifying pictures without worrying about the consequences. Yep. I'll love it there. If I had to choose the best community on Livejournal this one would be it.
Gods, what's wrong with me?
meat, nor drink, nor money have I none.
Still I will be merry
Or not.
Oh yeah. This is an excellent community I just joined, I can tell. I can totally see what draws people there. The bleak, depressing stories, the epic rants, the random attacks from the unholy beyond and the privilege of being able to post horrifying pictures without worrying about the consequences. Yep. I'll love it there. If I had to choose the best community on Livejournal this one would be it.
Gods, what's wrong with me?