[There's a girl - because he's totally a girl at the moment, forget that whole 'bodily-displaced individual' thing. If his tattoos came with him for the ride? Then he's a girl. And he's a pretty fucking awesome one too, so fuck that noise.

Anyway. The girl in question is seated, Indian-style, on an unmade bed (the comforter is a retina-damaging ( Read more... )

Public Service Announcement: I was totally joking about the lady-parts.

But still. I can so totally fucking do this. This is doable like nobody's business. I mean, seriously. Look at me! I'm motherfucking adorable. The fauxhawk looks so much better now. My hair's all nice. And pretty. And it smells like strawberries. (Okay, so it did that before ( Read more... )

Well, that was lame ( Read more... )

I -

Fuck.

Shit.

[user has logged off]

[To go hide under his kitchen table. Replies may or may not happen.]

That forty dollar bouquet of flowers people were looking at two days ago? (Cause that's totally fucking worth it. The flowers are already fucking dead, asshole. It's like giving someone cellophane-wrapped corpses.) Bet you could fucking get it for three bucks today.

Or, y'know, bet you could if you could actually leave the building ( Read more... )

[There was that whole thing with Cronus. He's really not exactly certain what went down beyond the whole basking in semi-orgasmic, (other people's) rage-filled bliss. Which was nice. And intense. And was sort of like a really fucking excellent trip without any of the illegal drug use. Then he sort of went into a slight, coma-esque thing for a few ( Read more... )

Gotta admit, the rest of this whole winter season is such a fucking letdown. I mean, cold months start and everybody's all jazzed up for their respective holiday festivities and greedy flood of exchangeable tokens of wrapped bullshit that's somehow supposed to make people feel like other people like them. And, okay, you get to hold out a bit longer ( Read more... )

So, I'm fucking wondering. If - hypothetically, of course - one planted mistletoe all over the ceiling. We're talking absofuckinglutely everywhere, just to clarify. The entire ceiling. Covered in parasitic, kissing plants ( Read more... )

[There's a groan. A miserable, headachy (read: hung-over) groan of pain and suffering.

His voice is scratchy - and it quickly becomes evident that Rhode totally won the battle for procuring of further alcoholic beverages. After a pathetically short amount of time. Zelos has absofuckinglutely no restraint whatsoever. It's mildly pathetic.Ugh, Nike ( Read more... )

[There's a pipsqueak in front of the camera. Seriously, dude. He's tiny. Tiny but impressive, of course. Do you not see the suit and tie this kid has on? I mean, really. Totally badass.

He grins - wide and completely cheerful, the bright (and just a bit over-eager) sort of smile that you'd expect to see on a child's face - and then peers away from ( Read more... )