3M3RLii3 UNiiV3RSiiTY [OPEN&&ACCEPTING]

[ambivalently shota]

x3_Ian-Aii->[[N0t3 t0 s3lf;;I miss y0u t3rribly]] says:

Ian contemplated grabbing a jacket but quickly dismissed the idea. It hadn't been very cold outside when he was out there previously, and the temperature couldn't have dropped that much in around twenty minutes. He opted for going outside in his old McFLY shirt. He had snagged it when he visited Europe to see the band live. He stole a quick glance of himself in the mirror, realizing he looked girlier than usual. Even his nails had a coat of paint on them. They were purple and reminded him of the time Sam washed the nail polish off his hands. The blond's face twisted. He left the mirror and the dorm, standing in the hallway.

"I guess we should lock it. Doesn't matter to me. If they want anything in there of mine, they can have it."

A certain time in an alley in a small town had taught Ian a valuable lesson. Material things could easily be replaced. Life couldn't. That night had stuck with Ian for many reasons, reasons he would rather not discuss.

"Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I‘ll show you mine, if you show me yours first.
Let’s compare scars, I‘ll tell you whose is worse.“
Rise Against “Swing Life Away“

[m o o s i e p o p s]

The auburn haired girl pressed her lips together in consideration, and brought an index finger to her lips. This decision could effect the result of her photo, and she wasn't really sure of the male's limitations. So running through a list of possibilities she decided on the most simple. Readjusting her baseball cap she replied, "Thanks! Could you walk that way-" She then pointed to a path way only a bit away lined with trees and a handful of students wandering about. "and once you're about half way down the lane, could you stop? Then look to the right?" Jesse smiled meekly, she felt a bit bossy.

She figured she'd adjust her angle to be behind the male and instruct him farther once he was in place.

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

koiho fuhei
K0iiFiiSH__>>lulz@fanzpeople<<____x bassguitarislove<3

"is this the real life.. is this just fantasy"

a young man had a pair of headphones around his neck. the headpiece was gold, and the earphones were silver. they were blasting the long-time favourite song bohemian rhapsody by queen, and he was singing along. a bass case was slung around his shoulders, a bass apparently carried within. as the song progressed he raised his voice to sing along loudly. the piece of patterned cloth across his face did not seem to hinder koido fuhei's singing ability.

"i don't wanna die.. i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all!"

he feigned a guitar solo with extreme accuracy. he was a bassist, why shouldn't he feign guitar or bass playing accurately? he seemed to dance as he walked, too, making him look rather silly, especially considering he was straight as a board.

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kyoshi mitsui
LiiF3'S 4 G4MBL3

kyoshi blinked at her for a moment, then looked in the direction she pointed. it was a pretty spot, and probably would make a good photograph. shrugging, he started off in that direction and stopped halfway down the lane, turning his head to look to the right. his eyes turned to look at the girl.

"this good, or should i turn my body too?"

he was used to being bossed around by photographers. he got bossed around by fans with cameras, for crying out loud. that fact surprised him, actually. drummers don't usually get so much fame, do they? he shook his head and let the question drop. he figured it was because of the way fans loved him paired with his ex-boyfriend, ian. he closed his eyes and dismissed the thought.

[Bleeding_Flame]

Damien Shepherd

[******** it all and no regrets,
I hit the lights on these dark sets.
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free.


Damien raised an eyebrow at the words spoken by his new companion. But unlike Ian, Damien wasn't about to let anyone take his things. Many of them had sentimental value to him. So he closed the door and drew out his key, locking the door. "I didn't work my a** off for my stuff so it could get stolen..a couple years of work for me to get it, and a couple minutes for someone else to steal it doesn't sound fair to me.." He wasn't to worried about someone stealing his stuff off of him. Which was why he always carried his money and credit cards In his pocket.

With a quick check to make sure the door was locked properly he turned and started walking. "You coming?.." He looked over his shoulder at Ian. He couldn't help but feel attracted to him. Ian had to be the cutest, and girliest boy he'd ever seen. He turned his head as a grin formed on his lips, his luck was turning around.

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?

[m o o s i e p o p s]

The girl moved quickly to stand directly behind the other student, and brought the camera closer to her face. The students were in the background, and it was almost perfect. She called back, "Could you make your body face that way, as well? And cross your arms? Sorry if I'm bossing you too much. Just kinda particular on how I like my shots to be."

Jesse wasn't used to ordering people about when she did her photos. She only worked with a few models, and used herself and nature whenever possible. However, her portfolio needed more than just herself alternating with a close friend or two. That was partially the reason why she suggested the male to be in the shot, broad shoulders and not much taller than herself- she wouldn't need to be using a tripod. And the other reason was because Jesse was a girl who liked to flirt, and her latest model wasn't bad on the eyes at all.

[ambivalently shota]

x3_Ian-Aii->[[N0t3 t0 s3lf;;I miss y0u t3rribly]] says:

Ian shrugged his shoulders apathetically. Material things had stopped mattering to him the day he almost lost his own life, and the day he thought Sam almost lost his own. The incident had done some good for Ian. He had become less materialistic and valued things more than he previously had.

"Material things aren't what matters, you know?" he said as he walked down the hallway,"Take it from somebody who's been there."

The blond offered no real details of what he meant. He had no intentions of mentioning that night in the alley or Sam for that matter. It was more distress than it was worth.

"If tomorrow never comes, I would want just one thing.
I would tell it to the stars and the sun.
I would write it for the world to see.
And it’s you, the light changes when you’re in the room.
Oh it’s you, it’s you. “
Michelle Branch

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kyoshi mitsui
LiiF3'S 4 G4MBL3

kyoshi complied, turning his body a bit more to the right, but couldn't quite understand what folding his arms would accomplish. shrugging instead, he put his hands in his pockets. it was a more natural pose for him. as if the wind knew photography was being done, it happily picked up and blew kyoshi's hair about a bit, adding to the sheer photogenic-ness of the boy.

"sure my hands can't be in my pockets?"

[ambivalently shota]

ZaNix3_[[I g0 0ff l1k3 a gun_<,<]] says:

Zander felt insulted to have to door slammed in his face. Only he was far too irritated to do anything about it. He opted for the more civilized approach and left the building. As he walked outside, he spotted somebody who seemed to be lost in their own music. He knew the feeling, for he had often lost himself in music. It was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Perhaps the equivalent of love, had Zander ever been in love.

He approached the other male, tapping him on the shoulder. If the other boy liked music that much, he certainly couldn't be too bad of a guy.

“Tonight is the alive
With the promise of a street fight
And there’s money on the table
Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones.
I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low

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kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい

kumori blinked. the blanket. it had-

"hello kitty?"

he couldn't help himself. he was obsessed with the show, the merchandise, the characters, everything hello kitty was his forte. he looked down at what he was wearing today: a hello kitty shirt and a pair of jeans.

"i collect hello kitty!"

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ayame mitsui
MmM... BuBBL3Z

"oh but dancing is so fun!"

as if to prove a point, amaye clicked off the cd player, switched to a different cd, and pressed play. it was her streetstyle dance routine cd; she knew the rhythm and beat to all of the songs on it by heart. her favourite song, freakz by dj zany, blasted itself through the speakers. she stood up, walked off the steps, and grabbed the boy's hand. she would make the kid dance if she had to tie puppet strings to his joints.

"it's fun, i swear!"

she pulled him along as she went through her dance routine. the first move was falling over backwards. it would be comical to see how her little 'trailer' would take this.

[ambivalently shota]

Ma1chiik Gay__Bunnii Luffl35 j00 x3 says:

Hayate wrapped the hello kitty blanket around himself and fell onto the ground, much like a child. He crossed his legs, sitting indian style on the floor. It was then he realized the floor was carpeted and made a mental note to invest in some type of rug. One couldn't have a floor sleepover with no rug to sleep on.

"Really?" he questioned with excitement, his brown eyes lighting up once more, "Then we will get along amazingly!" He let out another childish laugh.

“Malchik gay, Malchik gay,
I can be all you need.
Won’t you please stay with me?
Malchick Gay, Malchik Gay.”
-TATU

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Jesse couldn't help but smile slightly, and replied with, "Yes, I suppose that'd be alright." She tinkered with the camera, turning it back on from it's automatic shut down. The silver electronic was smooth against her hands, and the girl brought it up to her face once more. Blinking a few times, and shutting her left eye to focus better on the image in the finder, she saw the boy. Once she framed it up, it was what she had in mind, it was as if he was studying the campus from this angle. Once she shopped it to be black and white, it'd be perfect. Pressing the button to take the photo, the shutters closed. The girl waited a few seconds before removing the camera from her eyes.

The French-Chinese hummed a few notes of one of her favourite Miyavi songs, "Kimi ni Negai wo" as she reviewed the shot. Jesse bobbed her head slightly to the music playing in her head, and took up a small smile upon her lips. 'Perfect.' She thought happily. "Kay, thanks!" The petite girl called out.

[Bleeding_Flame]

Damien Shepherd

[******** it all and no regrets,
I hit the lights on these dark sets.
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free.


Damien had conversed with many people who held the same philosophy on material objects so he was already pretty sure what the boy would say. "True..but I know many people..including myself, who have material possessions with sentimental value..things that can never be replaced..like my dad's guitar, he played it all through his childhood and teenage years..and so did I.." He brushed a hand through his hair. "I would destroy someone if they took it.." he cracked his knuckles to illustrate his point.

He looked over at Ian, he could see a small amount of distress in the boy's face. "But listen Ian..as long as your hanging out with me you don't need to worry about anyone bringing you harm because believe me..I take care of my friends.." Although it was hard to tell under his clothing Damien was quite strong. And thanks to his years of training he could kick some serious a**.

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

koiho fuhei
K0iiFiiSH__>>lulz@fanzpeople<<____x bassguitarislove

koido seemed to jump back to reality. he hadn't even heard the boy coming up behind him, and had almost not felt his finger tapping his shoulder. it had sent a bit of a shudder down his spine, mostly because he had not been expecting it, and partly because whenever someone did that to him, it always made him shudder. shudder-by-association, he supposed. he'd seen far too many horror movies where the character gets tapped on the shoulder, turns around, and gets killed.

"huh?"

he reached into his pocket and pulled out his black ipod, turning off his beloved music to hear better what the boy had to say to him. slowly his ears adjusted to the lack of music and the sheer amount of silence going through the air around him. he half-wanted to run to his dorm, get his battery-amp, and play some bass somewhere on campus, but thought better of it. talking to people was more important that ditching them.