I really need to go to sleep earlier tonight.

3 hours of sleep per night just isn't cutting it.
( Mighty cold feet :! )

De ti.

Uma palavra.

As estrelas ardem e caem.

De ti. Uma palavra. As torres ardem e caem.

Apenas uma palavra. Um olhar.

Dear self.

GO TO SLEEP  NOW. You need it. GO sleep, please? For your own good.

Pretty please? :|

You know what?

I was thinking about this last night. And I think this secret I read on F!S a while ago is finally ready to be applied again. (And no I didn't make it, beside, only using the text base here, anyway)

Because, I've literally just realized, as I went to lay down in bed last night (and failed to have a good night of sleep) that I've been seeeking to be pretendy awesome friends and hearts and shit with a bunch of fandom people who are:

Extremely fucked up in themselves.

And I've been throwing myself down and worrying shitless because of whatever little move I make and... I don't see it mirrored from them. I don't see people coming to talk to me or seemingly enjoying a fucking single conversation with me.

Perhaps it's my problem as well, but honestly? I don't care anymore. And I definitely can't take another minute of this seemingly game that has be chasing after them as if I were their pet, or something.

No, I don't agree with you. Yes, you have offended me. Yes, I have paranoia and anxiety issues and I worry too much if I'm about/if I hurt someone. Still, I'll be trying not to let someone else decide just who or what I will become and how I'll act from now on.

Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating:  M
Author: Damnated // Crucialus

Summary: Just a drabble.

damnated.livejournal.com/17174.html Part One
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Author:  Damnated (Cruci)
Fandom: Doctor Who (duh).
Rating: M for naughty things.
Pairing: Master/Ten
Summary: “The Valiant had been a fine setback. Fine enough that the two only Time Lords in existence found themselves in this situation afterwards. Fine enough that only someone as crazed as the Master could have ever thought it up -- although the Doctor did doubt his purpose had been ending up anything like this. Oh, but it was great. It was wonderful.”
Prompt: Master/Ten. Takeout food. Bonus points for creative use of chopsticks. (By annis_pekka )

A/N: I got to say I’m not exactly a fanfiction writer – if I do write, it’s only a couple times a year. This summer, however, I was stranded without internet for a fairly long time and writing came naturally. Since this is my first Doctor Who fic, I hope to have got the Doctor and Master characters a least somewhat right and that you enjoy it. Comments are greatly encouraged. J

I’d also like to thank Inês for beta reading this work. :)
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damnated.livejournal.com/17582.html Part Two

I blame Maddy for this obsession.

Here's the second project, an animated GIF.

I'm being slowly driven insane. So, a few days ago, me and Maddy had the deliciously awful idea of joining Digis (it's invite-only, if you want one let me know!) and the place is a spending mine. D: I got my first Digi for a relatively small amount of the game's currency:



Meet Sparklybug, isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen? I sure bet that. All that's good, no problem so far. Now, today I login and realize that they've added a new "special" paid-only colour.



And I WANT IT LIKE THE BURNING. BUT IT'S 20 USD D: DFÇLSKJFLKJSD I don't know if I should splurge on one or not. ._____. I wannnt it. Someone stop me please.

Oh, in unrelated news, I won a Varwolf Trans potion on Leo today, so hurray? Not sure if I should sell it or morph one of my pets, uh...

And I MUST finish that comission for Lin before she throttles me, definitely.

Às vezes pergunto-me isto. Será que é apenas um problema meu? Do que eu fiz de errado (mesmo que, tecnicamente, eu não tenho feito nada mal...) ou será que é teu? Sim, isto é estupido e SIM eu não devia continuar a pensar assim, a pensar e imaginar que algo vai mudar no futuro quando isso tudo depende de ti e eu duvido muito que tu te dignes sequer a pensar no eu que sinto em relação a esta matéria.

E arrependeste-te de me convidares para o teu RP? Bem, quem me déra que não te sentisses assim. Juro. Mas não há nada que possas fazer agora. Eu não vou desistir só porque tu me odeias. Desculpa. Gostava de, tipo, resolver as coisas, mas isso não vai ser nunca possivel, certo? Meh...

Oh man, isto soa mesmo lamechas, até parece eu sou tipo um cão a chorar aos pés do seu dono que agora o ignore. What the fuck.

Desculpa, DESCULPA. Mas vai-te foder. :|

Uh, for myself. WTF WORK HTML.

Serph sat outside in Muldhara, looking up past the great crevice that was their home into the eternally cloudy sky. Always cloudy, but hardly ever any rain. It was a mystery he often found himself contemplating when not  deciding the fates of his followers, though he never told any of them. A leader shouldn't be thinking such useless things, after all. Or at leas that's what Gale would tell him. He lay fully back on the hard stone of their home, looking up at a sky as gray as his eyes, listening to the sound of gunshots like distant thunder.

 

There wasn't much to do, or so Heat told himself. He had fed his demonic senses earlier today and while everyone seemed to be resting, he strolled impassively through the sets of hallways within their base - so damn boring. Before, Heat had never paid any attention, didn't understand anything but how it was to obey to those orders, to finish their enemies quickly and swiftly, to have an absolute goal; and now, fuck, he wondered why he still listened to their "leader". It was obvious they weren't still the same, was it still necessary to continue with what they had done so far? Those thoughts plagued Heat's mind as he kicked the door's open and stepped outside, to savour the fresh air of Muladhara's area.

 

Serph turned his head passively when the door burst open, unsurprised to see Heat, perhaps the most violent of his inner circle these days. He found it intriguing, this anger Heat kept about him. Of course, it made things a bit difficult when it came to running the Embryon, but in it's own way it spiced things up a bit. He chatsised himself for thinking that way, but he couldn't help it. Ever since being hit with that light, ever since the mark on his cheek appeared and the demon inside him gained a voice, he'd been thinking such things. He prayed to Nirvahana that Gale never found out. The man was his friend, but his tongue could do with a muzzle. "You will break the door, Heat," he called in his soft voice.

 

Heat snorted, stepping closer to the leader. "And you can just find a replacement." There was something in his voice, it wasn't quite anger - not this time - more like amused disdain; before, he wouldn't have dared to speak up, nor ever comment on Serph's actions, but now, there was a fire burning within him that made him constest every single of the other's movements. Especially when they concerned the new girl...Sera.

 

"Yes, and waist the Embryon's money on something we shouldn't have to," Serph rose to his feet gracefully, like a cat, his gray eyes taking on an icy blue hint to them. Yet his voice was never raised. It remained it's soft, cool, calming whisper, like a brush of frost across the cheek. His eyes roamed over Heat, taking in features he knew and others newly awakened. The fiery red of his hair, falling into his face and cupping a cheek, the play of dull light across muscled forearms and toned thighs. He reflected the monster Serph knew was inside him, as hungry and violent as heat. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, looking at him stirred something in Serph, something he wasn't sure he could name or even comprehend, and thus he pushed it back for the time being. "Be more careful in the future."

Since Raye linked to the quiz:

You Scored as Matt

You are most like the strange genius Matt. Despite being a side character, he's an integral part of Mello's character development, his best friend and closest trustee. Matt died for who he believed in.
 

Matt

50%

L

50%

Near

36%

Mello

25%

Mikami Teru

14%

Yagami Raito

7%

Uh, wtf. 50/50 between Matt and L? That's... odd.

The clocks are now one hour forward.

Wow.

D: