Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Got an Itch?
Pairings: implied 1x2
Category: silly squick
Blood type: O
Disclaimer: ::checks the tag on the underwear:: Nope, I still don't own them...
Attack of the Ficlet Part VI: Laundry. I can always tell which clothes are mine... nobody else sheds red, blond and black. ~_~;


When Quatre walked into the bedroom, he very nearly turned around and walked out again. Only the fact that Duo still had his clothes on -- despite the somewhat contorted position he was in -- allowed him to stand his ground. The longhaired pilot was leaning backwards over the bed, hips raised off the mattress, one hand supporting himself on the bedspread while the other was down the back of his pants. A steady stream of obscenities reached Quatre's ears as he thrashed and contorted his body.
He managed to find his voice, after a minute, and said, "Really, Duo, I know that you're lonely since Heero's away on a mission, but don't you th --"
"I know it's in here somewhere!" Duo burst out, cutting Quatre off. "I can feel the little bugger! But I can't... quite..."
As Quatre began to edge backwards to the door, Duo shoved his hand even further into his pants, face contorted into a scowl, and then abruptly relaxed back onto the bed. "Ahhh... there it is," he sighed beatifically.
He pulled his hand from his pants, followed by a long, long, thin strand. For a moment it resisted his tugging, as though hung up on something, before finally springing loose. Dropping the loose hair into the nearby trashcan with an expression of distaste, he turned back to grin at Quatre. "Doncha just hate when you lose a hair in your boxers?" he griped.
"Uh," Quatre said eloquently. "Lunch is ready," he finally said, before finally turning and fleeing the room. He vowed, for the sixth time at this safehouse alone, that he would never, ever enter Duo and Heero's room without knocking again.


~owari~

Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

The Weakest Link
Pairings: 1x2
Category: silly fluff
Disclaimer: ::checks the tag on the underwear:: Nope, I still don't own them...
Blood Type: coffee
Attack of the Ficlet Part VII: This one's been knocking around my head for awhile, based on some of my experiences at the check-out counter.


Something brushed against Heero's ear as he woke, and he smiled muzzily as he pulled himself back towards consciousness. He never tired of waking up in bed with Duo -- especially since the rambunctious pilot was always feeling particularly horny right after he woke up.
Right now, Duo was straddling his lover's recumbent form, busily licking Heero's ear. Heero opened his eyes and turned to face him, and Duo abandoned Heero's ear for his mouth. "Good morning, koi," Heero purred, and Duo smiled wickedly.
"Yes, it is a good morning... and it's about to get better..." He ground his hips against Heero's, who responded eagerly in kind. It was fortunate that neither of them bothered to wear anything to bed.
A growl interrupted their movements, and Heero looked up past Duo to see Wufei standing in the doorway with an angry expression on his face.
"Good morning, Wufei," Duo said cheerfully.
Wufei exploded. "Can't you tear your hands away from each other for five minutes? Have you no self-restraint at all?"
"Got that right," Duo agreed, sliding his groin up and down Heero's leg. "Oooh..."
"Weak!" Wufei snapped. "You are both weak!"
From the other bed, Trowa sat up and blearily glared at Wufei from his one visible eye. "Can you keep it down, Wufei?" he said belligerently. "Some of us are trying to sleep here!"
"Sleep?" Wufei snorted in disgust. "You too are weak! A true warrior needs no sleep!"
"You wouldn't say that if you were sleeping in the same room as those two," Trowa grumbled, stifling a yawn.
Wufei glared at all of them, then whirled in the doorway and nearly running

Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

into Quatre. "And you!" he raged at the blond boy. "You are worse than that onna! Why am I surrounded by such self-indulgent weaklings?!?"
"Hey, who are you calling an onna?" Quatre demanded, surreptitiously tugging at his vest to cover his breasts.
Wufei ignored him, waving his hands in a full tempter tantrum as he stomped down the stairs. "Useless! Why do I even bother trying? You are all WEAK!"
He noticed, as he reached the kitchen, that nobody had bothered to restock supplies. Grumbling under his breath all the while, he threw on a coat and grabbed the car keys, took some money from the stash, and went out to drive into town, where the closest supermarket was. While standing in line, Wufei's eye fell on the red plastic displays of candy by the counter. He hesitated for a moment, looking around to see if anyone was watching, and then loaded up his basket with chocolate-covered cherries, after-dinner-mints, chocolate oranges, Hershey bars, and a package of truffles for good measure. He quickly paid for his purchases, and wasted no time getting out of the store and back into the car. Once there, he ripped open the packages and began devouring his prizes.
"It's good to be weak," he mumbled reflectively around a mouthful of chocolate.


~owari~