Story Recommendation Post

This is officially my story recommendation post, because there are too many stories I want everyone to read. I'll update it whenever I come across anything awesome. This is as much for others to enjoy as it is for me to be able to find these later when I decide to re-read. Be warned though, some of these have the descriptions copy and pasted from my own personal bookmarks, which means they were more like notes to myself than recommendations... so they might be in Liz-speak. I'm sure you can figure it out. Couple this list with my favorites on Fanfiction.net.

All of these have been read by me to make sure they're worthy of your eyeballs. Even if my description makes you go "Ehhh..." read it anyways. You must.



Durarara!! / デュラララ!!

Shizaya- 
 


Mezhdu Dvukh Ogney (On Going) - If you've read the light novels (I don't think it's mentioned in the anime, but I could be wrong) then you might remember Narita-sama mentioning that when Shizuo and Izaya were in high school, Simon Brezhnev, the loud black guy who screams at people from outside Russia Sushi, would break up their fights and drag them into Russia Sushi. While Izaya is in Shinjuku so their fights are less frequent now that they're adults, it's really starting to piss Simon off, so he drags them into his sushi shop and gives them a long lecture ("Shizuo, stop breaking everything, Izaya stop being a dick") and tells them to figure out their feelings for each other and get a room already. He then forces them to go on not just one date, but several, all of them bloody and awkward. The fic is utterly hilarious, and I just about wet myself reading it. Since it's on Part II of the kinkmeme, and it's getting kind of full, the rest of it (chapter 34 onwards) can be read in Part II Overflow.

The Secretary (On-Going)- I'm actually the OP of this. I don't really feel like explaining the wonders of this one, so copypasta. "Izaya and Shizuo didn't meet in high school. As adults, Izaya is looking for a secretary. Shizuo, being the jobless bum he is, is filling out many applications and see's an opening for a secretary, and for the hell of it applies. Miraculously, despite his almost non existent technological skills, he get's the job. Izaya tormenters him every day, but the pay is just too good to quit. After a while Izaya starts to request (demand) sexual favors."


  Unintentional Affection (Complete)- Shizuo and Izaya always have rough, alleyway sex, and Izaya gets tired of it. He tries to seduce Shizuo by making everyone in Ikebukuro be nice so he doesn't rage. They fall in love, and gentle sex occurs. Better than my shitty ass description. Just go read this shit, I approve of it. *Thumbs up*

Business Deal (Complete) - Shizuo goes to Awakusu-kai  headquarters where Shiki and Akabayashi make a deal with him concerning a certain red eyed informant. And what's with the strange bag on the table making noise? Sexually fluffy.


Love Blind Eyes (On-Going) by oriharaxizaya AKA Informant 1342 - Fucking epic. Personally, with this pairing, I was kind of getting sick of the whole "He gets injured/tries to kill himself/is anorexic/drug problem/goes blind/ is raped/etc. and Shizuo has to take care of him" thing, so when I started reading the fic I wasn't too thrilled. With things like this Shizuo usually isn't pissed off enough, and they don't explain why Izaya is having a break down, and he's usually too OOC in a way that makes him all cute and distressing in a uke-y-ish manner, but as I got through the first chapter or two I realized this fic was different. They're so in character, and amazing, and just... delicious. Izaya tries to kill himself but fails, and Shizuo takes him in, but neither are looking forward to it. Shizuo's a good guy though, so he says that after a month Izaya can go back to his own apartment in Shinjuku and he won't stop him. Of course, they fall in love over the coarse of the month, but it's not all "I wanna live now that I have you~ :'D" shit. Izaya still wants to off himself. Shizuo doesn't know what the hell to do anymore. It's just... It's an amazing fucking fic, go read it.


  Euphoria's Secret (On Going)- Izaya shopping for sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret. Shizuo finds him in the store. I know it only has two parts to right now, but those two parts were so fucking epic I had to save the link to this story.


Chronic by Informant 1342- In this story Izaya begins to suffer from chronic migraines. They're so painful that it prevents him from functioning rationally, he can't move around or do jobs anymore. Painkillers do nothing to dull the pain. He soon discovers that the only thing that does take away the hurt is human body heat... specifically that of a certain Heiwajima Shizuo.

Cosmopolitan (Complete) - Shizuo get's drunk at a strip club for his birthday and the dancer on stage is 'Kanra'. 'She' invites him backstage and they make fuck.
Mi Lub Yu Kyaan Done (On Going) - Shiki sends Izaya to Jamacia under the pretense of it being business when in reality he just wants Izaya to have a vacation. Shizuo is a hot surfer guy. Fuck yeah.

Total Ownership (Complete) - That awesome fucking fill with the pink stockings and thigh fucking. Izaya sucks some random dude and Shizzy get's pissed like a bear, and he drags Izaya to his apartment where he punishes him. Izaya is a porn star/troll/tease/delicious man-boy.

Crash and Burn (Complete) - LOL Really short and not very detailed. Hilarious though. Izaya makes motorcycle noises- during sex.

I'll Explain Later (Complete) - Adult!Shizuo x Teenager!Izaya. They died (not together) and came back somehow. Izaya at 16 finds Shziuo working in a bar at age 25 and they make fuck. Memories come back from their past lives. Really short and trippy, Izaya's thoughts are choppy, but in character. S'good.

FILL (Complete) - After a night of bar hopping Shizuo and Izaya wake up together. Short and funny.

Fill (Complete) - Izaya is masturbating to a picture of Shizuo in his office, and then Shizuo runs in. Sex occurs. The ending... fucking... I laughed so hard ASDFGHJKL FGFHGDSFGDASJSFG I flopped over and exclaimed "AHAHHA FUCKING GOSH HEHEHAHAHAH!!!"

Unwanted (On Going) - With Izaya dealing with his family issues and boy-toy (Who tops, of course) Shizuo. Shizuo wants more and all that. Not much to it as of yet, but I like where it's going. <3

My Heart Will Go On (On-Going [Probably abandoned]) - Titanic AU, with Shizuo and Izaya. They're kind of out of character, but it's so cute. *~*

What Must Not Be Said by Nocturnalux (Complete)  - Crack fic. Izaya moves into the apartment next door to Shizuo to spy on him, and hears Shizuo masturbating while calling out his name. Funny as hell.

Cell 404 by Nocturnalux (Complete) - Shizuo and Izaya have to work with each other in prison, where they share a cell. Funny as hell. Slowly turns into a beast of a fic with nothing to do with the original prompt. I read the whole thing, all 208 chapters, and didn't give a shit. It was too awesome to care that it was so random and lovely.

Relationship Rescue (On Going) by Nocturnalux (On Going) - Crack Fic. Shizuo and Izaya getting relationship help by Dr.Phil and Oprah. Oh fuck yes.

Sublimation  (Complete) - Shizuo and Izaya are in high school and dating. They (Izaya) decide to try sublimation, which is basically redirecting sexual frustrations into something artistic and not fucking for a week. Izaya keeps getting hurt because Shizuo sucks at after school clubs.


Death Note

LxLight


Perfect Creature by Nilahxapiel (I beta for this) After a tragedy, Light is left fatherless at the age of two, and raised by a broke single mother in a bad part of town. Existing for survival alone wears hard on a boy. A lesson the genius learned early--Brains don't mean much when they're splattered on the pavement. Funny, though, how things turn out--life may have chewed Light up and spit him out, but it aimed well, landing him cuffed to that bench when L decided to wander into the precinct. Fancy that.

  
Harry Potter


Drarry



The LipLock Jinx (Complete) by Cassis Luna  It's a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It's just Harry's luck that he's in love with Draco. HPDM, oneshot, eighth year. [I love this fic so much oh my gosh sdfghjkajhdgshjsad]

Get Some (Complete) by Sara Holmes Harry is getting rather fed up with everyone treating him differently after the war, and catches hold of the one person who doesn't seem to care about his hero status. [Word count: 85,123]

Off The Map (Complete) by Sara Holmes Draco Malfoy knows something is not right in his life and starts to wonder if he's really cut out for high society living. It starts with cold coffee. It ends with Harry Potter. Warnings for sexual content and bad language.

Ask Again Later (Complete) by Sara Holmes A drunken revelation by Harry prompts Draco to try and summon up his own missing paternal instincts in order to deliver the family Harry really wants. Long story short...he manages to make a total cock up of everything. Funny as hell and super cute.

Mental (On Going) by Sara Holmes Harry thinks that he's already spent quite enough time sharing a mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimency spell says otherwise...

One Harry Potter, Please by faithwood All Draco wants is Harry Potter's friendship, just to make his new Auror job more bearable. However, after Harry stubbornly pays more attention to his secret admirer, Draco is forced to resort to drastic measures. PostDH, EWE



One Piece


ZoSan


Filled - Zoro and Sanji are fuck buddies of a sort. They thrust against each other until one comes. It's a battle to see who will win. Unlike most things like this, it's the one that cums first that is the winner. Kinda short piece, but it's good and ends well.

Filled - Super short, but it's lovely. Chopper is hurt and craving a mother and a father. Zoro and Sanji recognize each other as such. Almost!Kiss~ So cute.

FILLED!! SCRUFF!! - Zoro has an obsession with Sanji's chin scruff. Surprisingly good, considering I don't like body hair of any kind. It's short but hot.

Rejoined - Sanji as an okama is spotted by Zoro. Sex occurs. Wonderful, wonderful, WONDERFUL sex. Like seriously. It's great.

Offence Mechanism - PWP, Zoro and Sanji fighting in the woods and get covered in pollen from a plant. It makes them become uncontrollable and they wildly rut against one another against their will.

Body Language - A bunch of different moments from the time Sanji and Zoro meet until Zoro defeats Mihawk. Not a lot of action between them, but there's definitely kissing and sweetness and mean words. Great description, I can really feel what's going on. Awesome story, overall.

 Sharing - Sanji and Zoro and all the things they can't compromise on. Short oneshot.

Zoro's Directions - LESS THAN 1,000 WORDS AND THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ. I NEARLY PISSED MYSELF.

Kiss-Virginity! Gone!

S'up, Folks.

  So, I did it. I had my first kiss. I saw him as soon as I walked in the door to go into the school building, and he gave me a hug. He gave me hugs all day, which he did before. At lunch I sat next to him and I gave him the DVD I had with the first 18 episodes of the anime Inuyasha so he could borrow it. During the meal (shitty chicken sandwich or shitty fish sandwich) he poked me in the stomach playfully and grabbed my upper arm. Over the weekend I had explicitly said I did not want to be touched in either of those areas, because it made me uncomfortable.

  On the way back from lunch to our respective classes his friend Kayla gave him a piece of paper and he stuck it in his back pocket. I made a joke about him groping his own ass in the hallways and he then said something I didn't really catch. Suddenly I felt something on my ass which I was pretty sure was a hand. If it wasn't him, then some random stranger in the hallway copped a feel.

  Finally, at the end of the day I went to the meeting place- the cafeteria. He kept saying I was so quiet and asking if I was okay. I kept trying to tell him I was fine, that I was always quiet, but I still think he thinks something was up. It's really hard to convince someone who has no problem expressing them self verbally that you're quiet because you're always tongue tied and nervous about what other people will say when you speak.

  Whenever I speak out loud I don't think. My brain shuts off. My mouth keeps moving and words come out, but I can't really control them. Usually whatever I'm trying to say comes out alright, but a lot of the time I stumble over my words in at least some way and it always makes me feel vulnerable when I speak out loud. It's a terrifying sensation when you can't think anymore around people who you don't know that well. I haven't really tried to explain it to many people but that's not something I'm able to do anyway without just writing it down and giving it to someone.

  He kept prompting me too keep talking by confronting me on everything I said. He did it in a nice way, and I'm pretty sure it was so that I'd open up some, but I couldn't help but feel like I was thwarting off a mental attack when I replied. It seems like it's just his way. I'll have to get used to it.
  Anyways, he led me outside and we stood in the shade of a building, near some dumpsters. He opened his arms friendly enough, and and tilted his head to the side, while saying the word hug in an inquisitive manner. I was sort of nervous, but it wasn't any different than how he normally asked for a hug, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. Just around that time I felt rather than thought about how the situation was strange and oddly threatening, but in a dull sort of way. It was kind of pleasant. Comfortable.

  Suddenly I could feel the mood shift so heavily and so fast that if I barely had time to register it before my body was moving on its own. When he spoke his voice was a little softer and deeper than it was just a few moments ago.

  "Kiss?"

  I pulled my head away from where it was by his shoulder enough to see his face for a brief moment before he was kissing me. It was just a sort of vague pressure, I barely felt it. The only way I was sure we were really kissing was because our faces were so close. Since it was my first kiss and he knew this, I was figuring it'd go slowly, so I could get the hang of how I was supposed to move my lips and such. Instead, he pulled away a little and I had time to realize he was smiling by the look of the muscles in his cheeks and he kissed me again.

  This time, I felt a wet shape pressed against the crevice of my lips. That part (and that part only) was just like in fanfiction. I could feel the texture of his taste buds on my lips, and the shape of his tongue, and then I opened my mouth. It was wet and not as warm as I thought it would be. The temperature I wasn't so surprised about, but the level of wetness was unexpected.

  I didn't know what to do with myself. I could still feel the wind moving my hair, and the bright sunlight was still making my skin feel odd like it usually does, but I could also feel a wetness moving softly against my own mouth. I could feel his tongue moving minutely, so I thought (brokenly, but it was a thought) that I should move my tongue somehow, too.

  I stuck my tongue in his mouth slightly and flicked my tongue a few times, not very deep in his mouth at all. I think I did it a little too fast, but oh well, I really wasn't expecting tongue that soon anyways, plus it was my first time. I didn't really move my lips much the whole kiss.

  I couldn't feel much of his mouth- just the warm shapeless cushion of his tongue. It kind of had the texture of the inside of a soft, warm grape. It wasn't bad, just strange. I would have liked things to gone a lot slower, so I could feel exactly what was going on and so could he too, if he wanted to, but that's okay. His mouth tasted like spit (of course) and was sort of sticky.... like... well, spit. I think I might have tasted a little of the shitty fish from lunch, but that could have just been my imagination.

  He pulled away and I wasn't expecting that, either. Everything happened so fast. There were lots of details but it was just barely long enough for them to register. He moved some hair out of my face that had gotten between us because of the wind and said I tasted like peppermints, then intertwined our fingers and we walked back inside.

  I was kind of dazed still, like I always am after I spend time outside, but I was still aware of what was going on. He asked where I was going and I tried to explain to him which door I was going to to get outside but I don't think it worked. We held hands until he got to his locker and he hugged me again and playfully said "You better text me, Woman," then I walked off.

  It was.... a kiss, I guess. It wasn't bad. It was enough for me to get a brief look through the window of mouth-to-mouth embraces, but not enough to satisfy. I want to kiss someone again, slower this time. I really want to learn HOW to do it. I don't feel like I really learned much with this- it just... happened. I don't feel like I had much control over anything about what happened.

  It wasn't bad. It wasn't what I expected. If I could redo it, I'd probably make him go slower and I'd try and feel things more myself. I'd definitely like to try the whole kissing thing again though. If he does it again I quite possibly will accept, but I probably won't get that excited over it. If someone else asks me, I'll tell them I'd rather get to know each other first so that the actual kiss will mean more. When and if that other kiss comes around, I'll actually assert myself more and do it in a way that they feel comfortable and I feel comfortable and the situation isn't rushed or anything.

  What I want isn't just quick peppermint kisses outside the cafeteria. What I want is a person who I can hold hands with and lean my head on and feel comfortable with both myself and them. I want a relationship with give and take.

   The boy says I'm pretty. The girl who introduced me to him seems to think so, too. People at this school are accepting and nice... Maybe some awkward, less confident boy will be nervous and embarrassed and fumblingly ask me if I'd like to go to a football game or something.

Yeah.
I'd like that.

Liz

Start of High School and HOSHITMONDAYFFFF

I've ignored this for so long.

  I've been really into ZoSan lately.... So hot. Sanji and his long, black, elegant (hairy) legs, and Zoro with his green choppy hair and his three earrings... Unf. That's some good shit. If any none of you have a story or picture or just whatever the fuck to share with me about them, I'll lap it up like delicious semen flavored candy~

 Yesterday was Grady's birthday!! :3 He turned 25. I sang him happy birthday and made him make a wish when he blew out the candles on his cake. He flipped me off and threatened to beat me. It was a good time.

  Anyways, I started school August 15th. The very first day I met a girl named Mallarie. She's pretty cool. She's been introducing me to her friends over the past two weeks. One of them is a boy named Vince who I'll touch up upon later.

 High school is fucking... fucking... great. It's so much better than junior high, I can't even describe it. The people are better, the teachers are odder, and I have so much more independence. The lunch room is cramped though... There are never enough chairs. People end up sitting in the floor or on each other's laps.

  I'm trying to make friends. It's going well. I'm so, so thankful for that. The people at this school are actually pretty awesome. There are people who like anime, and people who are gay. There are Emos and hipsters. It's great.

  One of the people I've met is a boy named Vince. A day or two after he met me he asked if it was okay if he gave me a hug. Of course, I agreed. He's given me hugs every day since then. One day I got like, five. It was terrific. At another time he said to a friend right in front of me that he thought another girl and I were hot. Then, Friday, his friend, Kayla, (who I share a chair with at lunch a lot of the time) grabbed his hand and put it on my left boob. He immediately pulled his hand away and the whole group of people we were with went silent and gaped in horror. I just laughed.

  After lunch, on the way to our respective classes, I asked him for his cell phone number. He gave it to me and later that afternoon I texted him. He apologized for the boob touching incident. I said it was alright. He asked me some more questions, like why I didn't freak out about it. I answered him, and things went from there until he asked me if I'd kissed anyone before. I said no. He then asked if I wanted him to kiss me.

  I said yes.

  So, Monday morning I plan on telling my dad I need to go to the guidance office that afternoon to ask them about my student email (which I already have) and that I'll be a little late. I'll go meet Vince somewhere and plant one on him. This is going to be my first kiss, and I'm nervous.

Wish me luck,
Liz

Hooters

Long time no see, eh?

  I haven't been up to too much, so I haven't posted in a while. Plus I'm lazy. I've been spending a lot more time out and about, and yet I still am mostly alone and at home.

  The other night I went with my grandma to some school reunion thing, and I kept a Harry Potter book out the whole time. It wasn't that bad, but it was kind of boring. Plus the food looked and smelled disgusting, so I ate the fruit I brought along with me.

  I saw the new Harry Potter movie, that was fun. I had to bribe my mother into taking me the night of the premier. As soon as we walked in this group of men dressed in crimson and gold bed sheets ran up to me the second they saw my Gryffindor tie. They asked me trivia about wizarding money. I think they were my soul mates. T_T Ever since that night I've been really into Draco/Harry and Harry/Draco fanfiction.

  The Sunday before last Uncle Ray came down. He fell in the floor and wallowed around like a beached whale, and then he swore at Aunt Linda until she left, crying. Eventually he got his fat smelly ass up onto a chair and then she came back. I tried to text my brother to not come but he did anyways. Throughout the dinner Ray criticized my dad's cooking and then started screaming for a bucket. He puked, wiped his big beard covered mouth on the back of his hand, and then asked for some pie. Then, once everything was put up, he went to the fridge and buttered himself some bread with his vomit streaked hands. Then, as if the night couldn't get any worse, he demanded that I come clean his plate. He told me to go ahead and touch his food with my hands whenever I don't even touch my food with my hands. As I was putting the leftovers in the fridge he declared that I would make someone a good wife someday. Ugh.

  And then this Sunday my porn was almost discovered by my aunt, and she was about to scream it to the entire living room at my grandmother's house. After that she proved to everyone that she doesn't fucking understand fractions, much to mine and my brother's amusement. I got so pissed at her that I went home and posted her personal information on /b/. Good times.

  Today Grady (my brother) took me out and we went to Best Buy. I ogled all the electronics and he bought a DVD. On the way back to the car he asked me if I wanted to eat and I said sure, and I didn't care where. He just chuckled and we got in the car. Five minutes later he pulled into a Hooters parking lot.

Me: .... REALLY?
Grady: LOLOL Oh yeah, this is happening.

  He wanted me to get an application and leave it laying around the house for Dad to find but I didn't do it. All in all, pretty fucking great day. The food kind of hurt my stomach, but I think it hurt his too, because on the car ride back home he was saying "Hey chicken wings... FUCK... YOU.... UGGHHH..."

  This Wednesday I'm going to go pick out a schedule for this up coming school year. I think I've pretty much decided that my foreign language class is going to be Latin. What do you guys think?

  Until next time,
Liz

Not Pleased

Ohai,

  Surprised to see me updating again so soon? Also surprised because this is just more mindless drivel? Ugh, you don't know me at all then.

  Nothing has really happened... I've been reading some more on the kinkmeme, and I have a few stories to recommend.

  Mezhdu Dvukh Ogney (On Going) - If you've read the light novels (I don't think it's mentioned in the anime, but I could be wrong) then you might remember Narita-sama mentioning that when Shizuo and Izaya were in high school, Simon Brezhnev, the loud black guy who screams at people from outside Russia Sushi, would break up their fights and drag them into Russia Sushi. While Izaya is in Shinjuku so their fights are less frequent now that they're adults, it's really starting to piss Simon off, so he drags them into his sushi shop and gives them a long lecture ("Shizuo, stop breaking everything, Izaya stop being a dick") and tells them to figure out their feelings for each other and get a room already. He then forces them to go on not just one date, but several, all of them bloody and awkward. The fic is utterly hilarious, and I just about wet myself reading it. Since it's on Part II of the kinkmeme, and it's getting kind of full, the rest of it (chapter 34 onwards) can be read in Part II Overflow.

  The Secretary (On-Going)- I'm actually the OP of this. I don't really feel like explaining the wonders of this one, so copypasta. "Izaya and Shizuo didn't meet in high school. As adults, Izaya is looking for a secretary. Shizuo, being the jobless bum he is, is filling out many applications and see's an opening for a secretary, and for the hell of it applies. Miraculously, despite his almost non existent technological skills, he get's the job. Izaya tormenters him every day, but the pay is just too good to quit. After a while Izaya starts to request (demand) sexual favors."

   Unintentional Affection (Complete)- Shizuo and Izaya always have rough, alleyway sex, and Izaya gets tired of it. He tries to seduce Shizuo by making everyone in Ikebukuro be nice so he doesn't rage. They fall in love, and gentle sex occurs. Better than my shitty ass description. Just go read this shit, I approve of it. *Thumbs up*


Love Blind Eyes (On-Going) by oriharaxizaya AKA Informant 1342 - Fucking epic. Personally, with this pairing, I was kind of getting sick of the whole "He gets injured/tries to kill himself/is anorexic/drug problem/goes blind/ is raped/etc. and Shizuo has to take care of him" thing, so when I started reading the fic I wasn't too thrilled. With things like this Shizuo usually isn't pissed off enough, and they don't explain why Izaya is having a break down, and he's usually too OOC in a way that makes him all cute and distressing in a uke-y-ish manner, but as I got through the first chapter or two I realized this fic was different. They're so in character, and amazing, and just... delicious. Izaya tries to kill himself but fails, and Shizuo takes him in, but neither are looking forward to it. Shizuo's a good guy though, so he says that after a month Izaya can go back to his own apartment in Shinjuku and he won't stop him. Of course, they fall in love over the coarse of the month, but it's not all "I wanna live now that I have you~ :'D" shit. Izaya still wants to off himself. Shizuo doesn't know what the hell to do anymore. It's just... It's an amazing fucking fic, go read it.


  Euphoria's Secret (On Going)- Izaya shopping for sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret. Shizuo finds him in the store. I know it only has two parts to it so far, but those two parts were so fucking epic I had to save the link to this story.


  So for now that's all I have to share. That should keep all none of you who are paying attention to this blog satisfied for a while though, neh? Or at least later when my computer becomes a BFBVFS I can come get the links from here again.

 (By the way, Durarara!! premiered on Adult Swim last Saturday, and I'm watching episode two as I type. Oh Izaya, talking girls into jumping off buildings. You rascal you.)

  I was trying to read a fic called Flawed Images where Izaya has an eating disorder, and I really didn't think was that bad, but I couldn't seem to keep my mind on it. Sure, it's not the most amazing thing ever, but it's not bad enough to make me unable to read it... at least I think so... ORZ I can't tell right now. My mind is all scattered.

  I feel so... I don't even right now. I keep feeling restless, and my mind can't concentrate on the words on my screen. My chest keeps feeling like it's full of pressure, pressure, pressure, and soon it'll burst and a monster will claw and grunt its way out of my warm bleeding flesh, shoving my rib cage apart with a sickening wet crack as it extracts itself from my body. I feel the tension of tears behind my eyes, but I don't want to let them escape. I don't want to be sad right now, this is a normal time for me. I mean, I don't want to be reduced to a sobbing mess just because I'm pining to speak to someone. I don't want to be all pathetic and teenager-y right now. It's not like I have any real problems.

  I dunno... I fully except the possibility of having to wait quite a while before I really befriend someone, but that doesn't mean I look forward to the waiting. I need to quit whining, clear my damn mind, and go fucking write something so I can be a productive mother fucker. Only problem with that is I've been reading so many first person stories that I kind of want to try myself but I don't think that'd work out very well. Dx

  Speaking of writing... I kind of want to fill a few prompts from the kinkmeme. One is a big smut fest that I already have an idea and a little written of what I'd do if I did it (but I probably won't actually do it because I fail like that), and the other I also have some written for. It's something that is upbeat enough and open for hilarity that it seems right up my alley. I even feel like working on it for once... but it's 4:23 am now (´Д｀。)  and I need to sleep so I can get up in the morning. Dammit.

  Oh well, might as well end this in a positive cutesy way.


♥(ﾟ▽ﾟ*)(*ﾟ▽ﾟ)  ~~~ ﾊﾞｲﾊﾞｰｲ♪
Liz

Lazyness... UGH

Yo Peeps,


  I've been so lazy recently. I've thought about coming here to update some, but... I've had nothing to update with OTL.

  Things have been so slow, but time is moving so fast. Summer is half over for me! When the hell did this happen?? *Sigh* My days have been spent in a constant state of being undressed and lounging and not doing shit. I don't feel like I'm accomplishing anything, the most I do during the day is read fanfiction.

  One of the stories I read was fucking... amazing. I was so filled with emotion and love and just ASDFGHJKL go read it for yourself, guys.
Chronic by Informant 1342- In this story Izaya begins to suffer from chronic migraines. They're so painful that it prevents him from functioning rationally, he can't move around or do jobs anymore. Painkillers do nothing to dull the pain. He soon discovers that the only thing that does take away the hurt is human body heat... specifically that of a certain Heiwajima Shizuo.

  It's really good, and finished, but it's not finished on FFN. The full version is on the kinkmeme.

  Then there's this prompt I found on the kinkmeme... It's really interesting. Army!AU. One of them (Shizuo or Izaya) goes on a mission that will surely kill them. It sounds really good, I wished it had been filled. *Sigh* I'm half tempted to fill it myself but I don't know enough about the army for this. Plus I'd end up with something completely different from the request LOL.

 Ngggh. Sims 3 crapped out on me, so I can't play that. I want to write Shizaya, but I'm not feeling any inspiration for the story I've been working on... No, I feel less than that. I feel negative inspiration.

  Somebody find something for me to do! Maybe I'll go play American McGee's Alice... But I doubt I will.I want to write or draw or do something... productive of some sort. I'm just... I dunno...

  Wanna know a secret? Part of my frustration is loneliness right now. It seems like no one is around to talk to anymore... My bestest guy pal is always off having fun with his chick friends, and when he does get online he stops responding after a few messages into the conversation. It's maddening. Then my bestest gal pal is coming online less as well. When she is on our conversations aren't flowing like they used to, she's going through some trouble lately and I want to comfort her and make it better, but I don't know how. I'm so afraid she's bored with me. I've asked her before if she was, because she's a very straight forward person, but she assured me she wasn't... I don't know anymore. She says she's just bored with the computer in general right now, and that all she ever does on it is read and surf the web. I can understand getting bored doing that all the time but... It still hurts. She has friends to go out and do things with when she's not online, and I don't really.

  These things combined together are severely cutting down on my human interactions lately, which isn't a good thing. It's not like I haven't talked to anyone, because I have. I talk to the person who wrote Perfect Creature, which I mentioned before. It's nice talking to someone new, but I severely miss speaking with the people who know me well. I'm still in the phase with her now where I'm nervous to TALK IN ALL CAPS LIKE I LOVE SO MUCH, and where I don't want to offend her or scare her off.

  Once I get to that comfortable stage with people, and I've told all my stories and all my jokes, I end up feeling like I'm boring them. I hadn't been with anyone long enough to get washed out before, so talking to my current friends who have been around a while is strange. I never thought I'd end up with nothing to say; I'd hoped against hope that I'd always have something funny to talk about, or at least something interesting to discuss. It's making me feel like a shadow of my former self, which just fuels the problem.

  I haven't felt really alive and involved in a conversation since... well, about a year. Last summer. It'd just be four of us, up until dawn (and past sometimes) chatting non stop. I miss that so much sometimes... I felt like part of a group. We haven't really had that experience in so long... I miss it desperately. I want to belong again.

  What if after I've told all of my stories and jokes I really am boring? What if it just keeps happening until everyone feels the need to slowly drift away from me? How the fuck am I supposed to maintain friendships when my mind is coming up with blanks during conversations?

  I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

   Ugh, I started this entry apathetic and slightly tired, and now I'm a little overwhelmed and worried. I didn't plan to rant about my problems.

  I just want to go into a dark, crowded room and grab someone and plant a kiss on them. No names exchanged, we never speak or hear from each other again. Just a kiss in the dark from a stranger. I'd run out, excitement and warmth tingling through my body, the hot night air pressing in on my lungs, crushing me under its weight. Our only memories of each other to accompany us through the rest of our lives would be the soft feel of their lips on mine and my fingers in their hair. Possibly a slight noise of surprise on the initial contact.

That is all.

Liz

Happy Fathers' Day

Sup,


  So, how was everyone's Fathers' Day? Mine went well. I spent the morning sleeping on and off (I'd stayed up till 4 am chatting with someone). I wrote my dad a sappy letter and he enjoyed it. I haven't been up to much lately, just sort of lazing around.

 My brother is supposed to be going on a bunch of job interviews in the next two weeks or so. He wants to get a job as a plant manager at some company and blah blah blah. *Yawns*

  The Sims things didn't come out well and I'm not in the mood to work on them right now, so fuck that for a while.

  Though, I've signed up to beta an LxLight story on FFN. It's called Perfect Creature and it's by Nilahxapiel (that's actually the person I was chatting with). The setup is basically this: Light's father died when he was two years old, (so Sayu was never conceived) and his widowed mother was forced into the ghetto with her little Light-kun.... Wow, my summary doesn't do this story justice at all, so I'll just stop there and copy+paste the actual summary.

After a tragedy, Light is left fatherless at the age of two, and raised by a broke single mother in a bad part of town. Existing for survival alone wears hard on a boy. A lesson the genius learned early--Brains don't mean much when they're splattered on the pavement. Funny, though, how things turn out--life may have chewed Light up and spit him out, but it aimed well, landing him cuffed to that bench when L decided to wander into the precinct. Fancy that.

 Sounds good, neh? Go read that shit.

  Now, I think I'm going to go play Sims or something. I might upload any good screenshots.

Suck it, 

Liz

Back from Wonderland

Dearest reader,

WOOPS KIND OF FORGOT ABOUT YOU THERE. Anyways, I arrived safely home from my trip this past Friday. I thought maybe possibly some of the none of you would like to hear how it went, sooo...


SUNDAY- I woke up at 5 in the morning, after about 4-5ish hours of sleep. Was oddly upbeat and energetic. My brother drove me to the pick up place and I got on the bus. 7 and a half hours later, I was in Arkansas. That night we listened to some fairly boring lectures. My dorm mates were... meh, they were okay. Dana and Katie. Nice peeps, but not really my type.

MONDAY- Pretty pimpin' breakfast, then group pictures, where I met the most hilarious guy. Timothy. No one thinks he's half as funny as I do. That mother fucker made me want to flop in the floor and cry from laughter. I kind of stalked him all day and we had a few awkward nerd moments. T'was nice. More lectures all day, and that night we watched the most boring movie ever.

TUESDAY- Our first speaker for the day was a man named John Foppe (Fop-hay) and he had no arms. ;o; I was mesmerized. he opened coke cans with his toes and wiped his face with his feet and could type and write with his feet... That mother fucker... his feet were more dexterous and graceful than my hands... And I'm a typist of sorts... That afternoon we went to this psychology class where we took a rather interesting personality test. I tried to scan it so all of you could see it, but no luck, and I can't find it for free online.... So... I just spent the last hour typing it up, you ungrateful fuckers. Enjoy~ Download it, permissions are set to everyone. I recommend printing it, it's easier.


WEDNESDAY- Some guy came in to talk about media violence, like violent video games and such. He started describing classics like Grand Theft Auto, which I had heard of, but then he said one called 'Going Postal 2' or something. Apparently, you can set people on fire and then piss on them. I am highly interested. Heeey, my birthday is in only four months and 5 days~~ ;D *hint hint* Our next speaker was on abstinence, and that afternoon we had a five state tug of war battle. We didn't win... e.e However, I did record a few videos from the event. I'm too lazy to upload them to Youtube (I might later) but if you wanna watch them, go download them over here.



THURSDAY- I was going to write a speech for the banquet we had that night, but... I was too lazy. Overall, I really wish I had written one. It was a nice night. I'd show you all Timothy's speech but he specifically said to me not to upload my videos anywhere, so you're missing out on some serious hilarity. I might update this later with a typed up copy of the speech if I feel like it. Probably won't, but, you never know. However, this guy said nothing to me about not sharing, so ta-da~

FRIDAY- Another long ass ride, and I got home early, around 3 pm. Somehow I managed to cajole the bus driver into letting me off at my house instead of the schedule drop of area. Magic, yuh?



Not much today or yesterday. My brother is off in Virginia again. OH! I might get to go up north this summer to visit a friend. It's a real possibility, not like my wishful thinking of previous years. I'm so happy. :3

Also, I've been messing around and made two new patterns for Sims 3. Fully recolor-able, and have 2 channels. I might make a few more and then upload them. Cool with you?




Violent red,
Liz