Well, it's not like I don't
go on it... I just don't post. Who am I justifying myself to?!
So, my friend recently informed me that I ought to use this more. My thoughts are this: B-BUT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm afraid, really. :) Yes, very sad, I know. But ehhhh, LJ is very nice, I have to admit. It's nice to see random people connecting to each other, geographical boundaries be damned, over common loves. For example, Japanese/Korean boy bands. Such as NewS and Arashi. XD Sadly, I'm such a horrible fangirl that there really is no point. I mean, I squee and drool over the lovely flashes of skin (OMG THEY ARE SO SEXUAL! PELVIC THRUST! SEXY POSE! STRIP TEASE! SEXYSEXYSEXYSEXY! Also, lovely hints of homoerotica~! <3) but there is no research of fandoms or member bios and stuff. I don't go looking for icons or posters (with the exception of LM.C, because there are only two members and I
adore Maya's hair. Like, complete and utter love.) and fanfics are just a no. RL fanfics make no sense to meeeeeee! Maybe I'm not objectifying them enough? (Sorry if I insulted anyone. It's just my opinion.)
Am perfectly fine with characters though. Anime, manga, book, video game, movie, whatever. HPDMHP and SasuNaruSasu are my OTPs and nothing is honestly going to channge that. EVER. So OH what!
In honor of my friend though, I will post this snippet of something that I wrote when I was bored. A plot bunny perhaps?
Lightly dancing feet twirl gracefully upon smooth floors as you lose yourself in dance. The swirl and swoosh of fabric mesmerizes and dulls your senses until all you notice is the light reflecting off of silk draped on slender limbs. Suddenly, a burst of laughter
(real or fake?) wakes you up
(realorfake?) and you turn. And stop.
There he is, mouth moving in amusement, shaking hand attempting to conceal. And you wonder and wonder and wonder
(REAL OR FAKE?) as he tilts his head back, and the line of his throat is exposed, Adam's apple bobbing. The crowd around him titter, but it seems as if only he is real in this room of suffocating delusions. His prescense is dangerous in your life, so you turn away regrettily and Walk. Out.
The door is right there. You tell yourself, Yes, this is the right thing. I'd hurt him. He'd hurt me. Trying to delude yourself even more and more. Protection is key in your life. You don't want to get hurt.
But why does it hurt so much already?