12 Nabari no Ou icons! ... because I have a problem, clearly. e.e; Also I should be packing for my flight tomorrow morning, which always signifies I'll actually be making icons.

 

( can we last through the winter? )

 

You know, I keep seeing people commenting on livejournal swapping out their icons for strange things without warning, and I was feeling a little neglected because it had never happened to me before.

Then I went to comment with Hibari and somehow he turned into Obama.

... What the hell, livejournal.

Fandom: Nabari no Ou
Pairing: Gen, really, but I'm sure you could make a case for Miharu+Yoite.
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Miharu has a penchant for saving things.
Notes: Written mostly because that one 10 second scene towards the end of Episode 18 with the cat rubbed me wrong. So, uh, I guess spoilers for episode 18? It's set right after that episode ends.


( Miharu loses track of how much time they spend shivering into each other's bodies on the stairs... )

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Gen, or 5927 if you look for it.
Rating: PG? PG-13? I can't rate things.
Summary: The thoughts that run through your head before you're blown to pieces.
Notes: Just a little double drabble that conveniently coincided with Gokudera's birthday! Set during the Storm ring battle.


( He's willing to blow apart every snowball fight, every firework in existence to keep that feeling at bay. )

Fandom: Nabari no Ou
Pairing: Yoite/Miharu
Rating: PG I guess?
Summary: One of the million ways things could turn out.
Notes: Indirect spoilers for Yoite's past? Not necessarily compliant with the last chapter or two of the manga? Gross misinterpretation of the working of Japanese food establishments, of which I know nothing about?

You know, I know I'm not really any good at this whole iconing business, but man am I gonna miss being able to fool around in photoshop instead of doing any of the things I really should be doing once I go back to school. Ah, well.


[19]   Nabari No Ou
[14]   DOGS Bullets & Carnage
[13]   Soul Eater
[7]     Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
[5]     Bleach
[6]     Questionable Content
[9]     Misc. (Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto, D. Gray Man, Meru Puri, Hana Kimi, CLAMP)


( you gotta spend some time, love )

A work in progress list of people who have made awesome things that have helped me in leaps and bounds in making stuff. who I probably never remembered to comment and say thank you to because I'm an ass, woops.
( snip snip snip )

I never in a million years thought I'd find animated ninjas who were more canonically gay for each other than Sasuke and Naruto.

Then I started watching Nabari no Ou, and it proved me so wrong.

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Dino/Tsuna
Rating: D for Drunkards 18+
Summary: The art of partying it up, mafia-boss style.
Notes: Set sometime between now and TYL and written originally for the kink meme. Um. That is about it.

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Spanner/Tsuna
Rating: B for Blowjob 18+
Summary: Spanner clearly needs to teach the Vongola Tenth about more than just his X Burner.
Notes: Set pretty much immediately after chapter 189 and written originally for the kink meme. Also signifies my first foray into ficdom ever! Also also, I can't title anything to save my life.


( Tsuna fidgets quietly for a moment, playing with the unopened wrapper of the lollipop he was given. )

heeeeeyyyyy imoutochan

I woke up :((((

anyway don't freak I put this temp layout up since you have access to all of LJ's layouts now, that way at least you have uh, links and crap until I get your other one done

I didn't dream about jellyfish, what is up with that???

-- cey

Sooo, I've been messing around with Photoshop a lot in my spare time, because I am a loser, and have made some icons that are hopefully not too hideous to be allowed on the internet. Behold, the fruit of my unskilled attempts!


[46]   Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
[17]  Soul Eater
[12]   Hana Kimi
[7]     Bleach
[5]     Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
[3]     MeruPuri


( Icooooons ... ! )

La, la, la, I am being so lazy ~~ ...

Nothing in particular to report, just felt like I should probably write in this thing cause I .. well, don't ever. It's strange how a few years ago I was so addicted to journals that I wrote in lj all the time, about everything, and even carried around tons of spiral bound books filled cover to cover with scribbles about my life. I just don't have that desperate desire to get everything down anymore. Maybe I'm passing out of my teen angst phase? Maybe I realized I am not that interesting? Who knows!

The semester is over and I am falling into my old habits of bumming around my  house until people bodily drag me outdoors with a vengeance. I keep telling myself I'm going to get up and be productive and capre my diems and whatnot, and then somehow I realize I'm on the computer playing around and have been for hours. It is tragic, really. Since my home computer has photoshop, I've gotten pretty addicted to making really awful icons the past few days and have been toying around with that a ridiculous amount. Carrie and Stephanie actually snuck into my house yesterday to make me go do something with them ... though, of course first they both played on my computers like they don't have their own at home. -_- Anyway, probably sometime this week I will summon up the courage to post some of them online. I'm pretty amused by the drunk!Mokona one this post is sporting.

Oh! I made Dean's List. This is astonishing to me because I don't think I did a single thing this semester. I got a B in Russian. I'm positive I failed every assignment he gave out, so he must have curved our grades like woah. Still, not complaining! Yay for not failing out of college!

So I have this here journal, but never the time or the drive to do anything interesting with it. It is a tragedy. But I'm sitting here in my, what, half an hour of down time, poking at some weird mix of vegetarian taco meat and veggies that tells me I need to go grocery shopping so badly and I figure I may as well use it for some bitching. Not that I didn't get a whole good bitch session out with Maggie on the balcony between puffs - and that is another thing! I am smoking now! I'm not a smoker, and I normally don't condone stress-smoking because I think it's silly, and here I am, stress-smoking. Because of Cynthia.

Stupid fucking Cynthia.

I want her to get her scholarship taken away. She is the most useless creature I've ever had the misfortune to cross paths with. And she's a terrible, terrible set designer and making my job as a stage manager so unnecessarily difficult. And then has the audacity to not take responsibility for a single one of her fuck ups. I've covered her ass so many times -- I had to shell out over 100 bucks at eight o'clock in the morning on a Saturday because she never ordered the lumber for our 10 o'clock load-in -- and she still gives me attitude, like it is my responsibility to do her job. She just ... ugh. I try not to wish ill on people, because I am all about the karma and the repercussions and yadda yadda, but I want her to get hit by a truck. And then maybe eaten by wild dogs. Just some horrible fate, I am not particularly picky about it.

Ugh. I don't even have the energy to properly complain. I have all these things I'd love to do, and no time or energy to do them. What a waste.

Winter with the Writers is draining me a bit of my will to live interest in writing. I mean, it's an awesome internship, don't get me wrong. I met Michael Cunningham last week, who was actually a real chill guy, and he taught a master class on some of our works, and he wished me luck in writing my own books. Which was probably a very generic thing that these famous authors say to people when they are staring at them, adoring and cow-eyed, but it still made me super excited. I was just ... I dunno, working the tables and listening to the readings and whatnot, and I was struck by how much this is what I want. This is who I want to be.

But it is very difficult when school is all "rawr! I'm going to overload you with work so you have no interest in doing anything else!"

... It also feels so strange to be writing a post. It's been ages. It's also weird to write a post where I know no one will read it, but people could read it if they wanted to. On my other journal, I had friends pretty much from the second I joined livejournal, so I knew there were at least people skimming my entries. Or over the years, I've posted in journals of the spiral-bound persuasion, and those of course had a slightly different feel to them because I knew that no one would ever see what I'd put there. But this new journal, that I'm still not sure what I'm doing with, is balancing precariously in this strange place between being unnoticed but excruciatingly public. I don't really know what to make of it. Hm.

I guess this would be a better dilemma to be having when I don't have two hundred pages of Gideon's Trumpet to be slogging through. Sigh.

Ha ha ha oh wow this poor journal.

I created this thing about a bajillion years ago because I thought the name was witty and I wanted a journal that my real life friends didn't know anything about, because I thought I'd work on some writing, maybe follow some fandom stuff or somethin'. And then I just NEVER USED IT. Even after I forced Ceylon to make me a cool layout and whatnot.

I guess because I'm lazy. (this is the reasoning for ninety percent of my life) Also, I just ... I dunno .. never really got around to making anything worthwhile to share with people. And I felt weird using a livejournal if I wasn't being interested. How could I request to friend people if I wasn't going to provide them with any entertainment? It just seemed wrong. (Haha, yes, feelings of insecurity and inadequacy, blah blah blah)

But I figure I should do it. I'm really bad about lurking and never fully involving myself in anything in pretty much all aspects of my life, and there's no time like the present to fix that, right? So I'm taking a first step which will hopefully be followed by more.

... except these steps will not be now because Dustin, Ana, Maddy, and Megan all just walked in and are demanding I spend time with them because I am antisocial and they think I hate them and they're needy. Siiiigh.

:* ENJOY OKAY


♥ ceytan

So I finally got around to making a new journal like I've been meaning to do for, oh, months maybe? It's a step in the right direction, I s'pose. We'll see if I ever really use it for much, though.

First on the agenda will be nagging Cey into giving me a relatively decent layout for a bit. And then we'll see what else I can do with this thing.

No, that's a lie. First on the agenda will be getting myself some more peppermint tea. *sigh* I hate being sick.