You are my sunshine

Sorry these suck... and I don't mean that in the "omg look at my work aren't I being so humble" kind of way... And I am REALLY sorry for the writer of the Best of theme. =C










I will probably make week 65's banner tonight
*goes hide*

Title: Shout!

Author: Miss Selah

Summary: It all started when Kagome asked out Inuyasha. Now the entire school thinks she’s dating Sesshoumaru, and now matter how hard she tries, all she seems to be doing is proving them right…(AU)(SesshoumaruxKagome)

Plea for Reason: Okay, so I’ve been working on this and NOT Fish Don’t Sleep for a while, but oh well. I LIKE this idea, and I had it ready just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Plot? Shamelessly stolen from a South Park fic, Life is Better Under a Totalitarian Regime, in which Stan tries (and fails) to convince the whole school he is NOT dating Kyle. Go read it, it’s great. I like to think that mine’s w-a-y different, but the first 1000 words or so are very similar. So bear with me.

 

-EDIT: When I say I stole the plot, I mean I stole the plot in the same way that most people write the same idea. If you guys can all keep writing the same played out idea where Kagome sees Inuyasha with Kikyou and for some reason that I don't quite understand runs in to Sesshoumaru instead of going home like she does in the series, or talking to her friends about it, then I can write this. Okay? So QUIT HARRASSING ME!!!

*Fumes*

Other than that, this was a real pleasure to write. Humorous style, I was shocked to discover,becomes me. The angsty goodness that I usually write was becoming quite tiresome - whereas before when i wrote something angsty and delicious, I would feel a tiny thrill at writing something so profoundly beautiful. I am now finding that same thrill in writing short, witty remarks.

My genius is only limited by my imagination, or something like that?

I dunno.

But I DO enjoy writing this; it's like finding a new passion in a marriage... or something like that.

God: it's a good thing I write well, because I am no good at talking. *wordvomit*

"Facts About Sex"

1) 94% of men lie about their penis size.
According to condom manufacturers, only 6% of
men use extra large condoms.

2) The average man is 5 inches long when erect
(no matter what you have heard ladies, that's the
truth).

3) 80% of American men are circumsized. Even
though Pediatrics say it is not necessary.

4) No matter what all the ads say, nothing can
make your penis grow but time (most men reach
the end of their growth by the early 20's)

5) There is no correlation between penis size and
shoe size, hand size, or nose size.

6) Blue balls does exist! It's technically
called "prostatic congestion."

7) Only 16% of men shave their privates.

+Some stuff on the ladies+
------------------------------

1) Only 9% of women around the globe consider
themselves "attractive" (20% of British women
do).
43% of women use the term "natural", 24% say
they have "average" looks, 8% prefer the
term "feminine", 7% say they are "good looking",
and 7% say they are "cute", and finally only 2% of
women say they are "sexy".

2) An estimated 85% of women wear the wrong
size bra.
3) 60% of women have had breast implants.
4) 75% of women dont like oral sex
5) 95% of women shave their privates.

+Both+
--------------------------------
1) Masturbation is healthy for both men and
women.

2) 70% of highschoolers have had sex before
they have graduated. 27% loose their virginity senior
prom night. Only 3% wait until marriage.

3) 95% of men would have sex with a girl after 1
month of dating. Only 10% of women feel this way.

+5 Reasons Why Sex is Good+
---------------------------------------------
1) It is a good workout. Sex burns about 150
calories every half an hour of it. It will lower your
cholesterol and improve breathing circulation.

2) You won't get sick. According to research if
you have sex 1-2 times a week you are less likely to
get sick.

3) You'll feel happier. You will feel a greater sense
of well-being. Women who have more sex were
clinically proven to be less depressed than women
who dont have sex.

4) Makes you look better - [ problem is, ugly people
don..t get any ]. Sex releases hormones in you which make your skin and hair softer and shinier and tone your physique.

5) (The best reason) You will live longer. Studies
prove that sex makes you live longer. Men who
had sex 1-2 times a week had half the death rate
as those who did not indulge themselves at least
once a month. It also makes you look younger. If
you have sex 3 times a week you may look up to
10 years younger than you really are.

Did You Know?
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1) Having sex 3 times a week for 1 year adds up
to running 75 miles!!!!

If you don't post this then you will have bad sex
for 7 years (who wants that?)

Repost this "Facts About Sex"

go get busy

So, I had this OTP. It was Claire Peter.

Claire love Peter

Peter loved Claire.

Both were devistated and shocked (as was audiences everywhere) to discover that they were related.

BUT HOLY FUCKING HELL LOOK WHAT HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE!!!! XD




I'll give you one guess as to who THEY are.

Done guessing?

PETER AND FUCKING CLAIRE BENNET IN REAL LIFE, DATING!!!!

*fangasm*

It was great! My costume turned out fabulously even though I only worked on it for about two days. Here are some pictures of the finished piece:



All in all, it was definitely a fun experience. It is the first dress that I made that I am really proud of, and I could have never done it with out Bettsi's help. She was a life saver; I had no idea how to do a lot of the stitches and she let me use her machine. T^T Thank you Aunt Bettsi!

Now... what should I make for the next convention?

Namely, I would like to form one. If you are interested, be at the Denny's on Sunrise and Greenback at 6:30 on TUESDAY, January 15th. I will wait for you until 8:00. Anyone interested please show up. It's free! Come and meet other gothic lolitas in the neighborhood!


Denny's 6215 Sunrise Blvd , Citrus Heights, CA Phone - (916) 969-6242

or call ME at 916-308-4952

See you there! Talk to you soon!

I'll be going all three days! Ill see you all there, I'll be the one who looks an awful lot like Alice. I'll post pics on Monday of the entire affair!

So, as most of you know, I moved out of my house recently. Well, moved out is a bad way of putting it. I was more KICKED out, but it really depends on who's side of the story you here. Technically I left. Also technically, I was told to leave on multiple occasions, including the night that I finally grew a pair and took off.

So, I have been talking with my old landlord, Rafeal, because he and I had a kind of friendship, and he contacted me because my mother told him that she needed to move out - because, of course, I was no longer her cash cow and she could no longer take rent from me.

His letter to me read:

  Let me give you the gist of what I was told.  Your mom told me that she can’t live in the town house any more because she is working all hours of the day and wants to see more of her daughter.  She feels that she is cheating her daughter out of quality time and does not think its fair to her.  It really sucks for my wife and I, we have to look for another tenant now.  We should have gone with the terrorist.

(the terrorist thing is an inside joke)

Well, when I read this, I wasn't particularly surprised, because it is exactly the sort of lying manipulative thing that she always did. Yes, I'm hurt. Yes, I'm sort. Yes, mother fucker, I am fucking vindictive. And yes, despite all logic, I still love the frigid bitch. And I HATE her for it.

So, here's the REAL story. What REALLY happened. She will deny it left and right and tell you that I have mental problems because once, when I was very little, I was molest and raped in the span of a month by someone I trusted enough to call father and someone I had never met, and I blame myself for the murder of his next victim because I was too scared to go to the authorities about it. I suffered extremely violent hallucinations for years until I finally told someone what had happened, and she says that I am still sick in the head. That I have a warped sense of reality and that I am not FUCKING WELL because of something that someone horrible did. I am fine. Whole and Hale. But she belittles me at every given oppertunity for it.

But I don't give a fuck.

THIS is what really happened, written in the context of a return email to Rafeal:

To answer your questions in your other email, no, we've never been particularly easy going, but when she started seeing her ex husband again (whom I know for a fact has been on the premises; he was there on christmas, and again on wednesday. Those are two days I KNOW for a fact. It's one of the reasons I finally took her at her word and left home) things got REALLY bad. I didn't trust her, and I REALLY didn't trust him, and one day she was trying to convince my sister to go live with her father (another terrible person; she knows how to pick them) I stood up for shona and told her to back up. After that, we argued for a few hours, and she finally told me (as she had numerous times before) that if I didn't like the way that she ran her household that I should just leave. She insinuated that I couldn't make it without her. The previous time she had done something similar, when she asked me to leave I told her that the next time tht she asked me I wouldn't question it, I wouldn't look back. I would take my dog and go and she would never see me again. So I did.
 
Unfortunately, she changed the locks on the garage so I can't get my things, and though it makes me miserable to know that she still has power over me (I bought most of the things in my room and some of them were QUITE expensive and the books all very hard to replace) there's nothing I can do. I don't know what she's going to do with my things, and I don't really think that I am ever going to get them back. But I think it's probably okay - I have finn, and I have clothes, and I have my photo albums. Everything else is replacable, right? I mean, I want my bed, and I want my books, and I want my games and desk and dresser, but I know that I can eventually buy them all back. It wont be the same, but it'll be close.
 
Currently I am staying with my friend, Carmen (the starter lesbian) and her family, but in May my boyfriend and I are planning on getting a loft near my work.
 
I am sorry to unload this all on you. I've told alot of people bits and pieces of the story but this is the first time that I actually sat down and wrote the whole thing out. I wish it hadn't turned out this way, but I couldn't stay there. Unfortunately, my moving out caused you hardship, and for that I hope you and Dana can both forgive me. I didn't think past myself, but please try to understand why I couldn't stay there.
 
Please don't show this to my mother. Please don't tell her I told you any of this. I am still trying to get my things and it would be the one sure thing that made sure I COULDN'T get them.

At first I wasn't going to post this. At first I was going to be quiet and never tell anyone because they don't listen to me because she is such a fabulous liar. She makes herself out to be the victim everytime someone else - not just me - is hurt. And yes, I know that if she ever finds out I posted this, that I told my side of the story, the WHOLE truth, that I will never see my things again. But quite frankly, I am beginning to doubt that I would ever see my lovely bed, or my dresser or my desk or any of my books ever again any ways.

But I just don't care.

My aunts will probably find this first, and once they read it, they will tell her to read it. I realize that this is probably going to be the finally straw with her, but I can't be quite anymore. So if I am going down, if I lose everything that I once considered mine, it was worth it. Because you read this through to the end and you KNOW the real story.

Thank you for caring enough to listen.

I UPDATED FOR TALLYMARK!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Fish Don't Sleep 

Title:                     Fish Don't Sleep

Author:                 Miss Selah

Summary: He has a funny way of making her question whether or not the future is set  in stone. (Sesshoumaru x Kagome)

Genre:                   Romance / Epic

Rating:                   Teen, subject to change in later chapters

Pairings:                Sesshoumaru x Kagome

Disclaimer: (pron.; ds-klmr.) 1.defined, in English1.2, as a statement made to save one’s own ass                                           from legal issues. 2. law: ‘I own nothing’

Chapter Squicks: Character Death(s) 
                                Gore
                 

100 LITTLE PIECES CHALLENGE
issued by MISS SELAH

Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to write 100 interconnected drabbles, each to exceed no more than 100 words a piece, following the slow and deliberate seduction of the pairing of your choice. 100 little prompts lie below in the LJCut, and you have 100 days (March 14th for those of you who are bad at math) to complete them. Please send me links to your challenge fic so I can properly pimp them out for you. Open to all fandoms, all pairings, although I do reccommend noncannon pairings. Good Luck and have fun!

If you want. I mean, im the only person who really has any vested interest in this.

http://kevan.org/johari?view=selahgaynor

Because I'm INSANE and love this pairing.


Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Naraku / Kagome
Title: Cobwebs
Summary: Interconnected drabbles/shots for Naraku Kagome. NEWEST: Bedding. No one deserved to be alone on a night like tonight.

Again, bear in mind that I'm insane. Enjoy if you can.

The world according to Top Ramen says yes.

No dice on the Music Box store hiring me. Apparently, you have to be an 'adult' to work there. There's that damn word again. "Come back when you're 18, you silly chit." Well, not the silly chit part, but may as well. On the plus side, my interview with Things Remembered went surprisingly well. I'll be shocked if I don't get the job. I hope so. If I don't, then I'll be down at Waffle Square, serving coffee to angry Truck Drivers every morning who haven't been properly buggered in six months.

The Renassiance apartments has a waiting list for three bedrooms, so that's out. Damn. I kinda liked it too, even if they were uppity. On the plus side, Chiloh's quiet insistings that I find a new home for Finn made me look for one bedrooms and I found a place CHEAPER, the same size, and (probably) will ignore the fact that I have a 70 pound monster haunting my every step. I love you, Finn.

Finn misses Chloe, but other than that he's adjusting well. Spends most of his days on the futon with me; I stretch out our lethargia with mile long walks twice a day or so. Is lethargia a word? It should be. The noun for lethargic. Which is an adjective. I think.

I get my phone tomorrow, so I suppose that I'll be getting more human interaction. Damn. And I was just familiarizing myself with the language of the dogs again. I haven't felt this inhuman since I was a wee bairn, that's for damn sure. Right now, I can tell you what my dog is THINKING by means of his body language. I could probably get a job as a Dog Whisperer. God only knows that the Rich Yuppie Folks in Beverly Hills would just love to know that Fiona isn't pooping right because the traffic is bothering her.

Chris says I sound four feet tall. Is four feet tall attractive or something?

HERSALON: A booth in the mall. Run by four foriegners, two guys two girls. THEY WONT LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! I think by now that the girls have the point, but the men keep harassing me. THEY ACTUALLY GRABBED ME! The nerve! I should sue. Do you think I should sue? If they didn't compliment my hair, I would have nuetered them. Plus, I think they're gay. Together. Damn shame though, they're cute. No wonder they got their jobs. And with those italian accents? Color me hot and bothered. But really, calling me 'silk hair' isn't going to save them from a potential law suit if they touch me again.

Maybe I should cut my hair?

No, just because they're being asses about me NOT BUYING THEIR PRODUCT (I already have a fabulous hairstraightener, ceramic and everything. Wet to dry. BAM!) doesn't mean my hair should suffer. It is rather pretty. C=.

What? I can be appreciative of my own body!

A shift in the wind current had the wolf’s ears spinning, and Alice took a look around. A rabbit had passed through, but that had been hours ago, and there was the trail from where a fox had hunted it. The place still smelled of blood, but nothing present. Now there was nothing but the wind.

She shivered. Her damn instincts were acting up, and just when she was beginning to trust them. Nothing was there to worry about; she was just being paranoid. She was homefree, and even the wolf knew it. In another two days, her arm would be healed and she could begin a new life, where no one had to know that she was anything but normal, and she could go back to being a vegetarian except for when the moon was full. She could be as human as was possible, and she could put her useless instincts on the shelf for good.

Her instincts, however much she doubted them, though, had yet to be wrong. They certainly hadn’t been wrong with Ron, though that hadn’t taught her much of a lesson. Had she looked closer, she would have seen twin golden eyes staring back at her from the tree tops.

No one ever thinks to look up. Adam thought with a smirk.

"She’s this way!” She heard some one scream, and the baying of the hounds began anew. It wasn’t really the dogs she was worried about – human and injured, she could probably take the pack of hounds. It was the people, the people with their guns and body armor. . . they were the ones that frightened even the wolf.

Let. Me. Out.

They were still talking, still screaming, but she wasn’t hearing them – at least, not with her ears. The transformation had already begun. She wasn’t hearing them with her ears because her ears were nothing compared to her nose, her stomach. The dull ache in her arm. Every fiber of her body picked up the slightest sound vibrations and the wolf yipped victoriously as it tried to slip in to her body.

No.

Even if it would be so easy to just slip away. . .

The animal circled inside of her, rubbing her fur against her flesh, giving her some comfort. It made carnal promises that she shouldn’t have been interested in and the wolf wouldn’t have kept anyway, but it was something, and she needed a something more than she needed anything else. The wolf whispered feverent promises of freedom in the language of the dogs, cooing and nipping and posturing. Free me, it could be translated. Let me roam.

    It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

    But it was.

. . .

Nanomango, you say? National Novel Mango? I don't even understand the acronym, but they get an A for effort. I think I might do both. . . even if Fifty thousand words is way too daunting, I want to take on more. Flying before you walk, and all that jazz.

MANGO!!!!
I think I might try it too, but I don't have a scanner. So you'll just have to trust me if I say that I finished.

WRIMO!!!!
But you already knew that.

So, Nanowrimo is in full swing, and not ONLY am I keeping up, I'm ahead a day. Fuck. Yes. Also, here's another chapter of Fish Don't Sleep to tide you over while I'm clicking away at MOONFLOWERS, my original story. Hopefully it will be published someday. I certainly adore it enough. C=

Title: Juxtafixation

Kagome is having an affair with a word. NarKag, TWT, VERY bitter chocolate; read, savor with caution.

Genre: Romance / Horror

♥ ♥ ♥
Title: Fish Don't Sleep, Chapter 39

No, Kagome hasn’t been to school lately.

Or, you can start from the beginning

He has a funny way of making her question whether or not the future is set in stone.

Genre: Romance / Epic

Pairings: Sesshoumaru / Kagome

♥ ♥ ♥

Stay safe, kiddos. See you in December, after Nanowrimo.

Who wishes she was older. Just. Four. Months. No apartment will let me sign a lease, so I either have to get an emancipation, which would be a rather messy situation, or I have to get me mother to sign the lease, which will probably never happen. What to do, what to do; anyone out there have any ideas? 

Come on over to the chat room SUNDAY, OCTOBER 14th at 7pm Pacific Coast time or 10 Eastern. I made for all my friends on fanfiction! we should all have a nice big get together and discuss stuff!Challenge each other! Have a great time!

http://www.chatzy.com/832969886130