Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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!
♥
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!
♥
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“What?” Quatre started, and looked up at him. “You mean he’s not still in the room?”
Wufei raised one eyebrow. “I assumed he was spending the night in your room, Winner.”
Quatre gaped, then turned bright pink. “Certainly not!” he stammered. “What... er whatever gave you that idea?”
Wufei smirked. “Well, the noises that were coming through the wall seemed to indicate someone was in there, and it wasn’t Duo and Heero.”
Quatre’s pink shaded towards red. “There was no-one else in the room,” he protested. “I just read for a while, then went to bed.”
Duo grinned. “Reading those new comics of yours, Quatre?” he said slyly. Quatre’s red turned lobster red, and he slowly sank out of sight beneath the table.
Duo laughed, and then suddenly stopped short, sitting up straight in his chair with a gasp. “What the -- ooooh.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair, shifting his hips farther forward under the long white tablecloth.
Wufei stared, shocked and horrified, and Duo began to moan and writhe in his chair. He spent several minutes spluttering, before he finally managed to sputter out... “Maxwell? What are you DOING?”
Duo didn’t respond, apparently completely oblivious to Wufei’s words. For a minute, he almost considered looking under the table just to check, but from Duo’s pants and twitches, it was pretty obvious just WHAT Quatre was doing under the table. He edged away, but almost against his will his gaze was drawn back to Duo’s ecstatic features. Swallowing hard, he tried in vain to quell his own reaction to Duo’s erotic writhing, but his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
A surprised noise came from under the table, and Duo jerked one last time, shuddering, before going limp in his chair. “Winner!” Wufei sputtered. “You pervert! How could you possibly... in a RESTAURANT?”
“How could I what?” Quatre said crossly from under the table. “Buy a couple doujinshi? Big deal!”
“No!” Wufei exploded. “How could you even consider servicing Maxwell under the table?!”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Quatre popped his head up from under the table, nearly knocking himself senseless. “What are you talking about, Wufei? You’re the one who’s getting hot and bothered!”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“What?” Quatre started, and looked up at him. “You mean he’s not still in the room?”
Wufei raised one eyebrow. “I assumed he was spending the night in your room, Winner.”
Quatre gaped, then turned bright pink. “Certainly not!” he stammered. “What... er whatever gave you that idea?”
Wufei smirked. “Well, the noises that were coming through the wall seemed to indicate someone was in there, and it wasn’t Duo and Heero.”
Quatre’s pink shaded towards red. “There was no-one else in the room,” he protested. “I just read for a while, then went to bed.”
Duo grinned. “Reading those new comics of yours, Quatre?” he said slyly. Quatre’s red turned lobster red, and he slowly sank out of sight beneath the table.
Duo laughed, and then suddenly stopped short, sitting up straight in his chair with a gasp. “What the -- ooooh.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair, shifting his hips farther forward under the long white tablecloth.
Wufei stared, shocked and horrified, and Duo began to moan and writhe in his chair. He spent several minutes spluttering, before he finally managed to sputter out... “Maxwell? What are you DOING?”
Duo didn’t respond, apparently completely oblivious to Wufei’s words. For a minute, he almost considered looking under the table just to check, but from Duo’s pants and twitches, it was pretty obvious just WHAT Quatre was doing under the table. He edged away, but almost against his will his gaze was drawn back to Duo’s ecstatic features. Swallowing hard, he tried in vain to quell his own reaction to Duo’s erotic writhing, but his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
A surprised noise came from under the table, and Duo jerked one last time, shuddering, before going limp in his chair. “Winner!” Wufei sputtered. “You pervert! How could you possibly... in a RESTAURANT?”
“How could I what?” Quatre said crossly from under the table. “Buy a couple doujinshi? Big deal!”
“No!” Wufei exploded. “How could you even consider servicing Maxwell under the table?!”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Quatre popped his head up from under the table, nearly knocking himself senseless. “What are you talking about, Wufei? You’re the one who’s getting hot and bothered!”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)Suddenly, suspicious, Wufei took, a chance, peeking under the tablecloth... sure enough, Duo’s black jeans were innocently in place, obviously undisturbed. He raised his head from underneath the table to find Duo smirking at him. “You -- “ he sputtered.
“Me what?” Duo said, with wide, innocent eyes. “You were the one jumping to conclusions, ‘Fei-chan...”
“Don’t call me that!” Wufei fumed.
“Oooh, are you a little disappointed?” Duo teased.
“NO!”
“Stop shouting,” a voice growled. “I have a headache.” Wufei glanced over to see that Heero, head on the table with his arms over his eyes, had missed the entire thing. Duo followed his glance, then pouted to see that Heero wasn’t watching his antics.
After a minute, the disappointed pout was replaced by an evil grin, and without warning, he too slid off his chair and under the table.
Wufei covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to get involved again.
“Wha -- DUO!” Heero sat up so fast that he nearly knocked himself out of his chair.
Ignoring this, Wufei shrugged and pulled out a chair of his own, picking up the cafe’s breakfast menu. “I suppose Barton spent the night in the video room... again.”
Heero sighed. “Whose turn is it to bring him food this time?” he said wearily.
“What are you doing here, Wufei?” Quatre asked. “I would have thought you would be at the AMV judging.”
“It was delayed,” Wufei said irritably. “Like everything else at this con...” He snorted in disgust. “It’s the Christian convention upstairs, as usual. They’re not out of the main rooms in time.”
Duo froze with his glass of water raised halfway to his lips. “Wait a minute! The other convention here is a CHRISTIAN convention?”
“Didn’t you know?” Wufei looked over at Duo.
“No!” Duo burst out laughing, nearly spilling water all over himself. “Are you saying,” he gasped out between chuckles, “that people of religious... conviction ended up... in the same hotel... as a convention of crazies... obsessed with guys having sex?”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Wufei smiled slightly. “It did strike me as odd, yes,” he agreed, and then scowled, “but they seem to be evening the score, by delaying most of the con functions.”
“Come on, Barton!” Wufei called impatiently. “The video room is closing. They’re not going to be showing anything more!”
After a few minutes, Trowa emerged from the room, moving a little more stiffly than usual due to having sat in one place for so long. There was a glazed, almost dreamy expression on his face as he walked towards the others.
“Well, Trowa?” Quatre asked him. “Did you have a good time?”
Without answering, the tall boy turned towards Quatre, and in a few quick steps had crossed the distance to the blond pilot. “Trowa?” Quatre asked, a little nervously. “What are you -- mmph.” The rest of his words were cut off as Trowa swept the other boy neatly off his feet, bending him backwards as he attached himself in a long, deep kiss. Startled, Quatre’s hands clutched at the front of Trowa’s turtleneck, but his resistance quickly melted.
Wufei cleared his throat noisily, and Duo looked up at the ceiling, whistling. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute, by which point they had gathered a small but appreciative audience.
Seeing their expression, Heero gulped nervously, but Duo grinned. “Looks like he picked something up from all those videos,” he suggested slyly.
At last, the two broke their clinch, to much cheering and clapping, which was ignored. Gripping Trowa’s hands tightly, Quatre reached up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna see what I bought in the dealer’s room?” he said suggestively. Trowa nodded, enthusiastically, and the two nearly broke into a run as they scrambled for the elevators.
Suddenly, Duo snapped his fingers as though remembering something, and pelted off after the two. “Quatre! Oi, Quatre!”
He caught up to them just as the elevator doors were closing, and stuck his foot between them. Quatre stuck his head out of the elevator, looking somewhat annoyed. “What is it, Duo?” he said breathlessly.
Duo reached into his pocket and dragged out the Hello Kitty vibrator, shoving it into Quatre’s hands. “Just thought you would need this more than me,” he smirked, and let the elevator doors close.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Wufei smiled slightly. “It did strike me as odd, yes,” he agreed, and then scowled, “but they seem to be evening the score, by delaying most of the con functions.”
“Come on, Barton!” Wufei called impatiently. “The video room is closing. They’re not going to be showing anything more!”
After a few minutes, Trowa emerged from the room, moving a little more stiffly than usual due to having sat in one place for so long. There was a glazed, almost dreamy expression on his face as he walked towards the others.
“Well, Trowa?” Quatre asked him. “Did you have a good time?”
Without answering, the tall boy turned towards Quatre, and in a few quick steps had crossed the distance to the blond pilot. “Trowa?” Quatre asked, a little nervously. “What are you -- mmph.” The rest of his words were cut off as Trowa swept the other boy neatly off his feet, bending him backwards as he attached himself in a long, deep kiss. Startled, Quatre’s hands clutched at the front of Trowa’s turtleneck, but his resistance quickly melted.
Wufei cleared his throat noisily, and Duo looked up at the ceiling, whistling. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute, by which point they had gathered a small but appreciative audience.
Seeing their expression, Heero gulped nervously, but Duo grinned. “Looks like he picked something up from all those videos,” he suggested slyly.
At last, the two broke their clinch, to much cheering and clapping, which was ignored. Gripping Trowa’s hands tightly, Quatre reached up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna see what I bought in the dealer’s room?” he said suggestively. Trowa nodded, enthusiastically, and the two nearly broke into a run as they scrambled for the elevators.
Suddenly, Duo snapped his fingers as though remembering something, and pelted off after the two. “Quatre! Oi, Quatre!”
He caught up to them just as the elevator doors were closing, and stuck his foot between them. Quatre stuck his head out of the elevator, looking somewhat annoyed. “What is it, Duo?” he said breathlessly.
Duo reached into his pocket and dragged out the Hello Kitty vibrator, shoving it into Quatre’s hands. “Just thought you would need this more than me,” he smirked, and let the elevator doors close.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Stepping out of the elevator on the ground floor, he felt as much as heard the heavy bass beat of the band over in the main events room, and made a mental note to check them out before they left at two. The hallway of meeting rooms was quieter than it had been during the day, most of the fans having gone out to their rooms or the dance floor.
“Duo!” Heero groaned. “Not you too...”
Duo blinked, then followed Heero’s gaze down to his new Yaoi-Con 2002 T-shirt. “It’s black,” he said defensively. “I like black.”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Stepping out of the elevator on the ground floor, he felt as much as heard the heavy bass beat of the band over in the main events room, and made a mental note to check them out before they left at two. The hallway of meeting rooms was quieter than it had been during the day, most of the fans having gone out to their rooms or the dance floor.
“Duo!” Heero groaned. “Not you too...”
Duo blinked, then followed Heero’s gaze down to his new Yaoi-Con 2002 T-shirt. “It’s black,” he said defensively. “I like black.”