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I just finished an Anime series I've been watching for the past few weeks, It's called Kuroshitsuji



It's a lovely,dark story with its odd moments of humor, and set in 19th Century England. It has this odd, bittersweet tang to it, and the relationship between Ciel and his (demon) Butler Sebestian is something so profound and oddly sweet, despite how dark it truly is. The art is gorgeous as well, obviously as you can see from above. I am a sucker for "Period Dramas" for the clothing, so this no exception, and only one of the  reasons why I adore the series.

It was sad to finally finish it, but I always get melancholy when I finish a series. I have the manga to read, so I am going to start on that. =]

<input ... ></input><input ... >Saw one of my ex girlfriends today. Was an odd occurence. haven't thought about that girl in a couple of years, but there she was.  XD So weird,y'know?

It was like a blast from my mallrat past. I remember the first day I saw her. XD She was quite the looker, but eh,looks aren't everything when it comes to relationships. :/


So yeah.


Now I am all nostalgic.

<input ... ></input><input ... >a rewrite of SKF.It is my baby, I loved writing it like it was, but it needs to be redone. Ilove the characters, but I need to connect 'em a bit more, so  here's some of my re-write so far..:
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I almost cried like a baby tonight, but I didn't.

I just got finished watching the House Season 5 finale; and wow. That was a powerful episode, mainly the last few minutes. Poor House, been through so much physically and mentally, and now this.


Hugh Laurie and RSL are such good actors, oh, and Lisa Endelstein <--- think that's her last name. The last scene was...wow. Almost brought me to tears...I think the last time I cried over something fictional was Snape's death, so yeah.


:(((

<input ... ></input><input ... >lately. I have my internet friends, but my real-life friends don't come around as often as they used to.  I have one friend who would rather spend time with her boyfriend-who's an ass-just to soothe her nymphomania; all the while she laments about her family life; which I am, or was, practically family.


It;s not all that bad, not to mention, she has a spoiled streak.  She's the one who is upsetting me really. The only two times I've seen her in months were cut short by her boyfriend. Sh was supposed to come and hang out and instead only showed up to get money and then take off to go fuck.

The second time was to a Death Note movie, and her boyfriend made jabs about L and the movie's quality the whole time=-and get this, he's a Twilight fan. How can you get off saying Death Note is cheesy, when Twilight the movie is all the more worst.




The other friends I have I can sort of understand their distance.

One is having family problems, which I am used to. They are always having issues; her mum is INSANE.

The other lives so far away and works all the time to support a house full of jerks.

The other has a girlfriend and lives far away and only turns to me as a last resort when he's down on the coast!

-sighs-

At least I have you..You know who you are.

<input ... ></input><input ... >I have some new shoot ideas in mind..wee!

I really want to do a whole victorian inspired one highlighting forgottenwoods 's skirt he made me. I haven't figured out a place to shoot it, besides the grandiose house in the Pass.That would require transportation. -sigh-


The second thing I have in mind is a shoot centered around this golden apple as the prop. I am thinking a sort of Goddess of Khaos theme, not really the Grim Adventures thing,but just the mythology version, seeing as how my hair is dyed red and hers is blonde, and I prefer to wear black to make the gold stand out more...that and I don't have a white dress in that style.



I also picked up loads of new wardrobe pieces that are utterly fabulous that I want to highlight.

2: Complicated.

The affair, no the relationship between Kanto Hsu, the neko, and Jubei Stormi Autumn-the lost Makain, and mostly kitsune, prince was very complicated. They both could attest to that. To the onlooker, they would only see the typical Master and Pet relationship come into play. Kanto, in his collar and golden arm bands and silken clothing-anyone could see he was Jubei’s and…Jubei’s alone. And, although Jubei had more lovers than there was encyclopedia volumes, that his heart wasn’t really anybody’s, but Kanto’s …for the most part.

Anyone can take one look at Jubei and his flamboyant gestures and extravagant clothing and tell he was the dominate one in the relationship, the master. The way he pulled the collar, clutched Kanto. What they did behind closed doors, and…sometimes not even closed doors.

It wasn’t just a Master and Pet thing, nor was it just a Kitsune (mostly) and Neko thing. No, it was something more. It was something involving more than simple lust, and carnal pleasantries.  It wasn’t just a sex thing. Otherwise it would have faded by now. Jubei would have tired, and Kanto would seek some new master, like he had done before Jubei.

No, it was something deep within their subconscious…a connection that the both of them couldn’t even explain. It was like the very blood in their veins sang for them to be together over and over again. They knew what each other wanted, their odd quirks and habits.

Jubei’s phobia of food and coldness, Kanto dealt with. His pain. Jubei’s….wanting to control something, wanting someone to adore him like he deserved to be adored-and not just for shallow reasons, although even Jubei would deny that with his mask of arrogance. Jubei was forever broken, and shattered, and Kanto was the one who was truly-for some odd reason or another was able to put the beautiful creation back together with urgings and promise of being utterly submissive.

Kanto needed to be truly accepted, that and to care after someone else- just simply engage in conversation with someone who knew of the homelands, who spoke the tongue.  Something in his molecules, and the back of his mind told him to take care of Jubei, no matter what. To kiss him, to submit, to stroke his hair. To give him medicine, or his own blood to help with the pain….

Something from the very moment they met told them both that their fates were linked. He was going to die for him, or with him. It struck him then….that he needed to be always by his side. They would always play their complicated relationships.

Master and Pet. Kanto and Jubei. Neko and Kitsune. ….two souls from another time, from a lost war. Striving to be together because of fate…Oh complicated fate.

Istarted the 100 theme Writing Challenge awhile back, going to start posting 'em here in mostly numerical order! Without much ado, here's the first one:

( Read more... )A girl-no a fresh bud of a woman trudged her way up carpeted stairs- to a single, screeching microphone. She didn't look like the rest of the room- she wasn't dressed in blue jeans, nor in sweats. her hair wasn't ratty-for the most part and was the hybrid of hot pink and fuchsia- and done up in a way that only Emilie Autumn and Marie Antoinette -enthusiasts could appreciate-two large ostrich feathers stuck in.

She chose a method of dressing that was either carefully picked out-or quickly thrown on. First, a Black velvet gown with huge laced sleeves that the 80's wanted back, with a matching bow and constructed purely out of safety pins and mismatched  cloth-taffeta, striped cotton, and lace from probably a curtain, and a cincher 'round her middle, about 22 inches. Underneath the dress was another layer of tattery- a long skirt covering striped legs and big clunking platform boots.

Brown eyes were outlined in messy kohl, red glittery heart on her left cheek, and on the tip of her nose was a pair of maroon rectangular glasses. Her gloved-fingerless lace of course- hands moved to grasp the microphone nervously, fluttering even like a bad Captain Jack or Marilyn Manson imitation.

Lips, smeared in rose petal pink lipstick, opened as she leaned into the microphone, letting out a few noises to reverberate through the building.

A few in the audience- scratched their leg, head, or some other body part...others yawned. She blinked, turning her head to the side, where one could assume an imaginary friend or faerie was floating, then eyes turned to the audience.

“My name is TwistedDoll, April, Doll , or the  just Queen of the Bitches. I am not a Drug addict!"   Flutter to point at said drug addict. “Or drunk floozy!" another flourish. “or a schizophrenic whacko with rickets!" more dramatic hand flourish and a loopy grin.


Her head turned to the side, to the empty air, feathers quaking with movement. “Isn’t that right, ole Jubs?!"

The air promptly snorted. “ You don’t know to introduce yourself or anybody properly…figures.”

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Shopping at the Thrift Store today with Melissa, got around 54 dollars worth of goodies! I even found an old timey Sailor kinda dress. XD  It's gorgeous~


Well, I got a lot of gorgeous things, but that was my favorite~ I hope to be doing a shoot with it Friday.

Negative people in my life.  People are always bitching about some of the choices I make, Choices in my hair, my makeup, my wardrobe, my art, my writing, how I talk, and my choice in relationships.

A family friend of mine is a tad bit racist when it comes to things asian-oriented, I have no idea why,but he needs to get over it. He complains  if I even draw something anime-like . He complains about the fact that I find many asians beautiful.

In fact, he complains about every single boyfriend I have. Seeing as I am "gothly" I tend to like guys who are not of the norm; every single one of them he called a Queer, just because of the way they dress?

Last time I checked, if they are dating me, then they can't be queer.  I told him today that he was just jealous that every single guy has had me, and he's just jealous of that fact and I am SICK of him dissing on my boyfriends.

He told me I wasn't that much of a catch anyways that I just walk around looking like a dead prostitute and watching weird stuff on the internet and I am going to be miserable all my life.


All because I don't want him calling my boyfriend a queer :/ Not that I have anything against homosexuals, lord knows I love them to tears, it's just I am sick of that  term being slung out just because he doesn't like the fact I am dating someone pretty.

A friend of mine noted something in the local newspaper's "sound off section" that pertains to me:

• Anyone know?

  While driving east on Railroad Street in Long Beach (three blocks behind Rouse’s store) this past Tuesday, I saw a woman walking along side of the road wearing turn-of-the-century clothing (high-collared blouse, black, fitted jacket and skirt flounced ankles.) Her hair was red worn up under a black dress hat with feathers. She could have just stepped off a stage. I’m very curious to know if some one else saw her?

XD That's SO obviously about  me. I don't buy the newspaper, but I was able to do a search for today's paper, so I found it. XD It's so cool that someone wrote in about me, ya know? And something POSITIVE , not like Who's that freak in costume!

Especially with my last entry. XD Now, all I have to wonder, WHO wrote about me?

<input ... ></input><input ... >Staying off and on with my uncle. My uncle lives in a pretty nice neighborhood, they even have a  placard <==== can't spell telling  the driver-by the name of the neighborhood.

It's been pleasant, until....TODAY.


I was walking down the street in one of my less extravagant outfits, and these group of girls decided, in the usual, manner to comment haughtily on it. Or rather, it wasn't haughty, that would mean they would have some class, it was more a ghetto type tone " Is that a costume?" I told them no, it wasn't. It was my usual dress.

They went on to talk about me behind my back as I walked down the street. I dont' stand for gossip when I am present, so I told them. "Again, this is not a costume. This is my clothing, just as you are wearing clothing. Leave it be." so I turned around and went the other way, ignoring them ( or attempting to)

They told me to come back and tell that to their face, as if it was offensive or something. I didn't. I just continued on my way; uttering my usual words. "I am here if you can't hear what I am saying then that's not my problem."

One of the girls proceeded to come into MY bubble and try and instigate more crap.  She wanted to fight me, I don't fight-unless it's necessary...Which it absolutley wasn't. She hit me aside the head and I turned to her. " Violence is how you deal with debates? Shows how far you are going to get with life."

....

Yeah. They're trash. I don't see WHY they are in this nice neighborhood.
 

Here with my mum,at the hospital;leaching off their Wifi, which sucks because it won't let me go to Myspace. Not tht I want to go there, my mum does. :(


Speaking of such,  my mum is doing worse than I thought-though she is out of surgery and it went fine, I suppose, and she will eventually be fine. But she's not going to be able to stand on that leg for three months :((((

She is in so much pain, it makes me want to cry out against it. No one should have to deal with that. She done nothing wrong. My uncle is working on getting a lawyer against the guy who hit her. I hope that goes accordingly.

Otherwise, I have no idea how we are going to handle the medical bills and etc.  Though, a local restaurant is willing to hold a fundraiser for us, so every penny counts.


I will have to start paying all the bills, and being the main of the household until my mother is fully recovered again; which will be something stressful, but I understand.


It's not fair that we've had this struck of bad luck.

I was up all night at the hospital with my mum and sister. :/


My mum got hit by a car and it fractured her kneecap, so this morning she has to get surgery on it; I think they're going to put pins it or something. -Siiigh-

My poor mother was in so much pain when I left her, it was awful.

I have to work today after being up all night, I  just can't call in, so I have to get someone to watch my sister during my 5 hour shift. I convinced myself it wasn't too long; I just hate  having to depend on others for child care.

I got a few days off work for my B-day soforgottenwoods  can come visit me! We had a splendid time. =D Although it rained part-no most of the time he was here, we did get to visit one of the random abandoned houses, and went to Ihop with Jessi and Fallon ( two of my best buds) after going to our shithole of a mall.


We also visited New Orleans- a sad trip because there were so many tourists due to Spring Break or something. I HATE tourists. I really do. They ruined the night basically, but yeah. :/ I also hate the fact that New Orleans' coolest shops close the earliest-we missed out on going to 'em.


:/ That being said, I did enjoy hanging out with Shon. ^_^ OOooo! He's uber-talented when it comes to pretty things, as such, He made me this BEAUTIFUL skirt~


Pictures ahoy:




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I went to a concert last night in New Orleans! Yay! It was an Amanda Palmer/ Vermilion Lies concert; and it was pretty much amazing. I never heard of Vermilion Lies, but now I feel like I've been missing out.

They were so cute! X3


Amanda Palmer was drunk and gorgeous and emotionally riveting as always-I loved her piano work. I really did. I didn't get to take a picture with her because my ride was tired or something :(((( But that's okay, I got to meet her, and that's all that mattered!



I saw some interesting people there too. X3 Every time I go to New Orleans I feel like I am t home; or at least an event XDDD I almost did feel out of place, because I usually dress to the theme of the show, but I instead donned a kimono! My friend Josh got me one up in Wisconsin =D I have piccies of it X3

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 Home life has been a bit hard since my mum has been stressing out, but  the positive thing is I've got stuff to do that'll distract me; Modelling =D

I did a shoot Friday:

here's some of my personal faves- PIC SPAM:

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And I have a  shoot Wednesday Too! I can't wait. I love donning costumes and posing. Also, I am going to an Amanda Palmer Concert!

Are there some many obese chicks posting pictures of themselves all naked and touching themselves?  I don't understand it. Do they think that people get turned on by a girl with fifty rolls and an unibrow. -.-;;; with her hand down her too tight panties touching her unshaven ...yeah, you get he picture.


Fetish photography isn't about you touching yourself. -.-;;; Fetish isn't just "porn"-it's art.

My family and I had a fun night a week or so ago,my mother and I dressed up in 18th era/Marie Antoinette inspired outfits and had little pastries and a mixed drink..that I don't know of...


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I got my internet back! Yay!  o.o;;;;

So um, that's it!