nekare

Okay, so I'm writing this original boy slash because I was kinda bored last night and photogene posted a pretty inspiring icon yesterday and whatever. The entire thing (sans editing) is here. I don't want to lose the vibe, you see.

So quick! someone post an icon and I'll contine the story based on it! and then someone else can post with another icon and so on. C'mon folks, humor me. *puppy eyes*

Um. I really should be doing shedules for next semester instead of this but what the hell.

Uuugh, I think I just ended up hating lower case after this. I just can’t tell my fingers to unlearn the fact that you press shift at the beginning of every sentence. *sigh* but photogene likes this style, so i had to suck it up XD

Title: Nameless
Word Count: 2,375
Warnings:(?) crack, lower case, present tense, second POV. You know, all that good stuff.
Summary: er, mummies? *shifty eyes*
Author Notes: initially written for an icon of photogene, continued afterwards with the icon help of forgotnsuitcase and sazzlette. boy slash. the kind I hadn't written for ages and yet feels like coming home - I hadn't written anything just for the sake of pretty words in a long time.

( he likes to get you to pant for him, to shut your eyes because looking at him is too much when he's talking like that, nose brushing your eyelids... )


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I hadn't meant to, but this kinda turned up as a 'companion' of sorts to Let Me Take A Taste Right Off Your Lips. Humans and their dead lovers. They should create a help group, or something. o_O

Tomorrow's registration day for next semester's schedule. Thing is, you don't just choose the subjects you want to take, you have to fight for them. The school only opens about 15 spots for each class (about 30 or 35 if it's a theorical class, which of course is the minority in such a major as mine), so choosing slots are asigned to the best grades and by the time it's your turn, BANG, all of the spots are taken and you end up with shitty class shedules like having Design every day from 7 to 9 PM and something like that. *sigh* It really shouldn't stress me that much, though, I mean, I'll stay in the summer to do a couple of courses, and pretty much anyone in my generation will end up doing a ninth semester, but... Dunno. *SIGH*

Other than that, MY CAR DIDN'T STAR AGAIN TODAY. FUCK. I mean, come ON, this is just too much, and hopefully, I'll be taking it to a more specialized mechanic tomorrow. *super sigh*

There was boy kissing in my last entry. Mmm, boy kissing, I'd missed it.