HELLO, ALL.

This journal is friends-only--except for the fic. If, though, you've decided that I am cool enough to be on your flist, then you can go ahead and friend me, just leave a note here and I will decide whether you are cool enough to be on mine. :D But I'm just kidding, I take anyone. I love meeting new people. If you want to know what I'm interested in, take a look at my userinfo, my interests, my icons, and my public posts. If all else fails, just ask me here, and I'll have you stick around for a bit.

Basically, I'm Melissa. I write fic--and other things. You can find a complete archive of what I've written at ladydreamer.org. Secondly, I like to abuse my capslock button, and I like to fangirl. Exercise caution if you must. And lastly, I like--well, I like alot of things, and I like to talk about them. This leads to the first fact--I like to write. See? Everything goes together. :)

So drop me a hello, and don't mind all the other people on this post talking about their pants. :3

-- augustfai

Firstly, I thought this wasn't happening until Wednesday, but no, it's the 17th, not the 18th, and as my computer clock tells me it is Tuesday in Japan already. (Yeah, my computer is still on Japan time.) So, because I am a complete dork and have no shame, here we go:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the now 25-year-old Kazunari "I Like Hamburger--Gyoza, What's That?" Ninomiya, EVEN THOUGH HE STILL LOOKS NOT A DAY OVER SIXTEEN. But I love love love love LOVE him anyway--let no one deny that I like my boys just a little on the skinny side. (Say it with me: tall and lanky, TALL AND LANKY. Or at least fairly tall and lanky.)

And just in case you're feeling a little like a pedophile, have some medicinal Ohmiya to counterbalance: one, two, three, four.

MORE LOVE: this is what I like waking up to, shake it!; not only did he write this song, he also committed a mass burglary of hearts at the end; OKOGE NO SUUU-PUUU, supu de okoge! and manly Nino kissin' boys and frocliking on a pretend beach.

I am not good at finding links. My stamina level is very low, even for my favorite JE boy. Oh, life.

BUT ACTUALLY, there is more than just self-gratuitous picspam--there is fic. To be more precise, there is porn. Oh my. I was really intending to finish the monstrous Ohmiya fic by--well, by the time Nino's birthday rolled around, but obviously so much for that. So, to fix this situation, I wrote porn instead. No, really, it was that easy!

This is unbeta'd, even though I read it through once or twice (whilst blushing all the while) for grammar and spelling errors, and also things that make me cringe, although there still may be alot of those.

title: clockwork (or, the untitled nino birthday fic PWP)
pairing: Ohmiya
summary: There's a clock on Ohno's wall, right across from his bed. (Also in this one, Ohno is a machine, Nino doesn't know the limits of his own body, and there are puppies and Aiba/Jun. Who's on crack, now?)
rating: R


And that concludes my spastic birthday post for Nino--if you never come back to my journal, I completely understand. :D REAL POST TOMORROW.

eta: OH MY GOD I HATE RICH TEXT SO MUCH

I seem to have written fic.

It's been a LOONG time, folks, but I suppose now that it's summer my writing gland wants to partay it up. Not only do I have two fics in the making (one in planning stages (a collab) and the other, an Ohmiya, a whopping 13 pages already), but I'm writing a short story that's not even close to being done at 20 pages. This is all Word, folks, 12 pt Times. And it's not like I started them in March and am picking them up again--I started the Ohmiya yesterday and the short story a few weeks ago. I never write thirteen pages in two days. I usually don't even write things that are thirteen pages, let alone twenty, single-spaced.

I have officially exploded.

Anyhow, I know you all came here for the fic, but since you're going to read that anyway I decided to ramble a bit. :)



title: Charmed (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE TV SHOW. I wanted to name it 'Third Time's the Charm,' but whyjennifer  already has a fic named that, and I know it doesn't really matter but IT DOES TO ME. D:)
pairing: Koyato, a touch of RyoPi
genre: Y'all are mature. PG.
summary: It might have begun with a game of spin the bottle mixed with truth or dare--Shige doesn't really remember.
notes: This is, first and foremost, REALLY LATE ~*~*BIRTHDAY FIC*~*~ fic for saturnial  , who had requested, on her birthday spam post, comment spam and/or comment fic. But I was super duper late so I decided to make up for it by writing her this monstrous thing (that includes, on her vague request, 'Koyato fluff, awkward and inefficient, with Pi and Ryo on the side') that may merge on badfic (not kidding). However it is love- and fun-filled, I assure you of that. <333

ENJOY THE RIDE.

LAST ONE. This baby is actually slowing down my computer. Oi.


And, from November 1st - 30th, 2006, this is what I made of National Novel Writing Month.

TO BE CONTINUED?

....

Yes. Promise. :)))

WHAT. There is actually a word limit to LJ entries? Oh, the things I don't know!


:O

On to Part III, then.

(A happy late birthday to Tegonyan. You're twenty, baby, and legal, I guess--but in my heart you'll always be a fresh nineteen. Purr!)

On NaNo 2006:

I just realized that I did promise one or two of you that I would post my NaNo novel up. And seeing that it is a year later and I still haven't done it, I suppose now would be a good time. :) I thought I'd lost it, actually--it was on my thumb drive, and I left that in school last year, never to be found again--but it just showed up in My Documents and bam. It happened to be the updated version, the one last left on my late USB.

I love life.

This beast managed to reach 24,880 words and 43 pages, 12pt font, Times New Roman. Reading back on some bits, I think I'll finish it, just for the sake of the lovely whore I have created within its pages. Purchase is a doll. I'd be her best friend.

And so, the monster sleeps under the cut.

Yeah, I did just say 'the monster sleeps under the cut.'

(All typos, grammatical errors, and weird plot devices so mine. Also, all italics have gone missing in the transition from Word to LJ. Sorry about that, but please guess where they would go. *bows*)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY gun_powder_tea !
Well I didn't think I'd be able to call you today, and I knew you'd get on LJ sometime so HERE IT IS. I DID NOT FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY! (Incidentally it coincides with my friend's boyfriend's birthday, as well.) We can watch Ratasd;lfkds;lk if you want but we have to figure out when. AND THEN WE CAN WATCH HARRY POTTER EEEEEEEE!! But that is not until...well seven days from now. A WEEK FROM NOW OH GOD!

I have a pressie for you! But you won't be able to get it until we see each other. (The suspense!)

I'LL CALL BABY. WE'LL GO TO BORDERS.

KLATER.

Finally. God, I hate electronics.

title: Variations on Violet
rating: PG
summary: In a single month, Violetta counts sixteen variations on a common theme (Violetta).

This is what's bringing me to New York. Bareback and all. Er. Maybe I'm not quite using the right phrase. Whatever, I just slept for five hours, I's good.

I went to my friend's band concert today. It was part of the American-Japanese Friends Festival or summat like that, and we'd all gone to crowd round our clarinet-flinging and trumpet-bashing friends. Well it was all fun and games and Japanese kids kicking our ass, naturally, but the best part is that

AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL PLAYED 'SEISHUN AMIGO'

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WAS LIKE PHWAOR OMG MUST MARRY ALL OF THEM NOW. And it was the only school with a bass player and he was so cute and rockin' all out to all the songs and SEISHUN AMIGO EEEEEEE. I sang along, and would have danced, too, if I'd known the entire thing.

BUT THAT'S WHY JAPAN IS GREAT.

Video later.

ETA: AND NOW. West Ainoura Elementary School kickin' buttaaa by playing Seishun Amigo, which the announcer described as 'famous from television' (and in my head I went, 'FAMOUS!? *XPLODES*'). I'm also talking with Joe in the background (about nothing), so if you're the sort of person that detests people who talk during filming, I DARE YOU TO HATE ME. Nah, actually, I'm not really fond of them either. But oh well.

LINK, google doesn't embed: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6857161171978569625

ETA 2: I haven't even finished the first episode yet but I already know that 1 Litre of Tears will successfully kill me dead sixteen different ways and back again. CRAP WHYYYY AM I SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC ASDKJALJ

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH

title: What Didn't Happen/augustfai's Self-Introduction to RyoDa
pairing: AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH
rating: asdkj not pron
summary: "None of that happened, though," is what Ueda recalls telling the rest of KAT-TUN later. YA RIGHT UEBO! (11:17 PM and I'm sticking to my summary, folks.)
notes: Come on, now. In my mind Ueda has always been a little minx.


...OH, NO.

title: Five Names Ryo Calls Ueda (While They're Having Sex)
pairing: oh gawd
rating: pron, shit
summary: "You're on the bottom because I don't want to see any fucking fairies."
notes: *whimpers* Un-beta'd, and it's 11:53 and I'm tired so. Errors, yay!


RAAAAAAAAAAAH

Saturday, March 3rd, 2007
Oita City, Oita Prefecture, Japan
Beppu, Oita Prefecture, Japan

So I ended up going to both cities, not just Beppu. Oita is pretty much the city and Beppu is the country, although both have their fair share of foreigners. To prove my point, I met four Filipina women married to Japanese men--one of them is my auntie's cousin, who showed us around with her husband, and another teaches high schoolers English with her husband and has two girls, one 13, one 5, both of whom can only speak Japanese and who are SO PRETTY AND I AM JEALOUS OF THEM. Yeah, that's right. D: But this is not a ranty blog, it is a recollection blog. And so. Under the cut.



By the way, silverrangel, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU.

Tomorrow I am going to Beppu. There are hot springs, and cautionary tales of a sex museum and numerous, blatant sex shops. Personally, I find it a little odd that these are the two main 'attractions' (the hot springs I am sure are lovely, but as for the latter...).

AND THERE IS FIC. Nobuta. Nobuta/Akira, Akira/Shuuji (one-sided). You are warned. It is angsty and stream-of-consciousness-y and there is really no plot, as these things go, and little dialogue, which I'm not fond of, and it's vague. As you can see I don't like it so much. It is a product of stress, which may be saying something. (Did I mention Akira's not exactly Akira and it's angsty?) But I thought, well, I looked over it and wintersjuly already knows about it and it's eating at my soul a bit, so why not.

title: fresh sheets
rating: PG
summary: Akira finds alot of things disgusting lately.


This week has been absolutely crap. There's no other way to put it. I apologise for every comment I haven't replied to and every post I should have said something on but didn't. Hopefully next week will be better. And there are 18 days 'til the Hoshi wo Mezashite single ZOMG CANT WAIT

So that guy who jumped on the subway tracks in NY to save a fallen teenager--Wesley Autrey?--used to work with my dad. On a ship, back when they were in the Navy. And he was like, ZOMG WOW! and I was all, finding old friends on Myspace is nothing, if you can find them on CBS news. ;)

Happy Few Hours Left Before 2007, folks! Hope you're having a good one, doing whatever you're doing this New Year's, whether it be partying, drinking, partying and drinking, or gettin' crunk (many apologies for that one, but I couldn't resist). As for me, I'm alone. Being reflective. About, you know. 2006. While I am alone.

Honestly, the alone thing is not getting to me. It kind of is, because damn, it's New Year's, and it's 8:39 PM, and what am I doing? I'm updating my LiveJournal. BUT! I think I have a good reason for this. Reflective thoughts follow.


Whew. Too bad there's no alcohol in my house. ;)

title: SO VERY MUCH ALIVE
rating: Really, it's G. I mean, I don't see how it could be PG.
pairing: luna/zacharias
prompt: #26, 'futile'
summary: He has to laugh at it because it cannot be real. It cannot be fathomed. It is just—a dream.
notes: Huzzah for stream of consciousness! Also, this is not a happy ending. I think I wanted it to be, but it just didn't turn out that way. Ah, well. Also, story is set in war. Not usual setting.

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

Gacked from a number of people on my flist.

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junyoo, a.k.a. the wonderful Jamie (heh) has posted the Out With the Old, In With the New meme and I personally think it's a great idea. Which is why I bring you, danana! My old stuff, starting from my very first H/D fics to my early R/G fics to even, yep, an H/G or two. Reading them now I think I've improved, but I still love my old stuff, even though some of it makes me twitch fondly. =D

And so, under this cut: things you may have missed.


Also, I'm getting sweaty over NaNo. *frets*

title: apples, melons, and cherries
summary: it's not really about fruit.
rating: G

title: letters between the meadow, pt. 1
rating: G
prompt: #7, 'foot'
words: 278
summary: Luna seems to have misplaced her left foot.
notes: I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it before, but what separates Luna and Zacharias' house in this setting is a meadow. Thus, 'between the meadow'.


title: letters between the meadow, 2
rating: G
prompt: #16, 'bells'
summary: Zacharias protests.