2. Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal. On it, Commander.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal. Don't think so.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them. Nope.
5. No tag-backs. Totally not a problem.
One - Probably the most important thing I have going on right now -- I GOT A LAPTOP. His name is Squall. He's dark blue. And he's the most gorgeous piece of machinery I've ever seen. I put some pictures of him on LJ, so if you're friends with me there, you can have a look. I can't be bothered to post them again. XD
Two - I have three separate RPs going on right about now, which is kind of normal for me at any given time now. Today, they are as follows: Zack/Kunsel with Sheno, Gen/Seph with Sam and Seifer/Squall with Kym. The funny thing is, Genesis is topping in this one. And Seifer/Squall is pretty much demanding all of my attention at the moment, because it's just .. fucking beautiful. Snippet, anyone? Yes? Okay.
BalambSeeD41269 6:05 pm
He clawed at his shoulders, nails dragging across his skin leaving angry red welts in their wake as he kissed him desperately, clinging to everything the other had to give; he took, and wanted more. He would always want more of him, would always draw on him like an energy source because he was the only person that could ever make him feel this way. And if there was another, he wouldn't believe it. Seifer was his.
He gasped, tugged at his lip with too-sharp teeth. "Please .."
SeiferAlmighty 6:20 pm
Without warning, he flipped their positions, the burning need in him scored free by the scratch of nails across his skin. He bent his head and kissed him again, all sharp nips and tongue demanding supplication. Hard, groping touches roamed over his skin, gentleness sacrificed for urgency.
BalambSeeD41269 6:27 pm
The brunet shuddered violently beneath him, spreading his legs even wider and arching almost painfully. Yes, was all he could think. Yes, I needed this. I needed you. He pressed against him, chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded and hazy,
SeiferAlmighty 6:46 pm
Retrieving the bottle of lube and uncapping it with his teeth, frankly unable to keep both of his hands off that beautiful body for more than three seconds, he poured a good amount over his length, hissing at the coldness. His hands reached for the smaller man again, smearing glistening oil over pale skin. Lips barely an inch from Squall's, fingers reaching down and parting shapely cheeks, there was a moment where the brunet could protest, tell him to slow down and he would have listened.
Yeah, yeah .. everyone pretty much gets their own screenname now. Axel even has one, though it's yet to be used. I think it's really fucking amusing that a few months ago, I only had one name -- now I have five. FIVE. Good grief. I also really wish Carie would hurry up and get off work, because I get Cleon when she gets home. -glee- HOLY SHIT THERE SHE IS. -runs off-
Three - I'm listening to some call recordings from a couple of nights ago, and it's nothing but Sheno, Kym, Carie and me playing the "in my pants" game. It is motherfucking hilarious.
Four - I finished disc one of FF8 tonight, and upon trying to load disc two, found out that it was cracked. So, freaking out quite horribly, I started cursing Amazon and the day they were founded until I found out that I would be getting my replacement game the day after tomorrow. Now, all I'm freaking out about is sending the thing back, because it's been said that UPS will come pick up the box in three days or so, and I need to find a way to print the invoice that needs to be sent back with it. I was going to be slick and print the screencap I took as an 8x10, because I figure as long as it gets there in some form or fashion, it shouldn't fucking matter. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
Five - It has come to my attention that I am quite horrible at attempting to play Devil May Cry. I made some pretty valiant attempts for about .. three hours tonight and it's just awful.
Note: Dante kicking ass with a piece of pizza dangling from his mouth is pretty fucking amazing. I, however, am not.
Six - It's five in the morning and there is literally nothing on TV right now. I'm idly listening to a Girls Gone Wild ad in the background and kind of hating my life. Mostly because the girls are all blonde, and I'm not really a fan of blonde hair on women.
Seven - Irvine Kinneas = epitome of sexy cowboy. Complete with butterfly. 8D I am vastly amused by the fact that the past couple of nights, Carie and Kym have consented to play FF8 with me. That's where .. stuff like this has come from:
"Hey Leonhart, I can make you run around in a circle."
"What? No you can't!"
"Yeah, he can. I can too. I'm doing it right now, actually."
And:
"Seifer, who doesn't run away from anything, runs away from T-Rexaur."
"That's because I'm playing as YOU."
"... Ouch."
Eight - Joey and I went to Toys R Us the other day and bought the Star Trek version of Scene It? And it really amuses me. Because even though I don't know much about Enterprise as a series or the original series, it should be amazing fun. It's sitting on my coffee table right now, because we haven't had a chance to play it yet, and I WANT IT.
Nine - I've been awake all night.
-starts thinking about Dissidia- Did you guys know the figurines are like .. sixteen bucks? Yeah. Squall and Cloud. WANT.
Ten - I started trying to make this post at least four days ago. I'm not sure how long it's been, actually, but ever since acquiring this lovely piece of machinery, I find it difficult to do more than three things at once. I'm usually on Skype, RPing and playing something. That fills my attention quota to the max. That, and my girls command every single bit of attention I can possibly give.
-listening to more call recordings- In this one .. Cloud is asking Seifer for permission to borrow his brown-headed thing. Also known as Squall.
Cloud: "Anyway, can I borrow you?"
Squall: "What's in it for me?"
C: "Two words."
S: ".. I thought meatbat was one word?"
C: "Nope, two."
S: "Mmm .. I guess so."
C: "That was an agreement, right?"
S:"As much of an agreement as you're going to get out of me right now, yeah."
C: "Okay. You're mine for the night. Thanks, Seifer!"
Seifer: "Welcome."
C: "I'll polish your boots for you sometime."
Seifer: ".. Excellent."
S: "Why .. do I feel as though I've signed the equivalent of my first born over?"
C: "Because your virginity just grew back, and I'm going to take it again."
I am amused.