So I'll be sailing on, out into Bermuda blue … ☼

This post isn't worth being lazy about.

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 02:45:44 GMT

Reposted from part_b & one_hoopy_frood. Okay, I'm not going to even consider putting this under an LJ cut because this is something that everyone needs to see. Please, if you aren't articulate enough (like me) to get the word out yourself please repost this, but do something, even if it feels like nothing. There is a revolution going on here, people!

If you are reading this right now, you have more luxury than someone in Iran could ever hope for right now. If you are watching TV or a video on youtube, updating your status on Facebook, Tweeting, or even texting your friend, you are lucky. If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.

They are not the enemy. They are a people whose election has been stolen. For the first time in a long time, a voice for change struck the youth of Iran, just as it did for many people in the United States only seven months ago. Hossein Mousavi gained the support of millions of people in Iran as a Presidential candidate. He stands for progressiveness. He supports good relations with the West, and the rest of the world. He is supported with fervor as he challenges the oppressive regime of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

On Friday, millions of people waited for hours in line to vote in Iran's Presidential election. Later that night, as votes came in, Mousavi was alerted that he was winning by a two-thirds margin. Then there was a change. Suddenly, it was Ahmadinejad who had 68% of the vote - in areas which have been firmly against his political party, he overwhelmingly won. Within three hours, millions of votes were supposedly counted - the victor was Ahmadinejad. Immediately fraud was suspected - there was no way he could have won by this great a margin with such oppposition. Since then, reports have been coming in of burned ballots, or in some cases numbers being given without any being counted at all. None of this is confirmed, but what happened next seems to do the trick.

The people of Iran took the streets and rooftops. They shout "Death to the dictator" and "Allah o akbar." They join together to protest. Peacefully. The police attack some, but they stay strong. Riots happen, and the shouting continues all night. Text messaging was disabled, as was satellite, and websites which can spread information such as Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and the BBC are blocked in the country. At five in the morning, Arabic speaking soldiers (the people of Iran speak Farsi) stormed a university in the capital city of Tehran. While sleeping in their dormitories, five students were killed. Others were wounded. These soldiers are thought to have been brought in by Ahmadinejad from Lebanon. Today, 192 of the university's faculty have resigned in protest.

Mousavi requested that the government allow a peaceful rally to occur this morning - the request was denied. Many thought that it would not happen. Nevertheless, first a few thousand people showed up in the streets of Tehran. At this point, it is estimated that 1 to 2 million people were there. Mousavi spoke on the top of a car. The police stood by. For a few hours, everything was peaceful. Right now, the same cannot be said. Reports of injuries, shootings, and killings are flooding the internet. Twitter has been an invaluable source - those in Iran who still know how to access it are updating regularly with picture evidence. People are being brutally beaten. Tonight will be another night without rest for so many in Iran no older than I am. Tonight there is a Green Revolution.

For more information:
PICTURES:
here and here
NEW INFORMATION:
Here - near constant updates
Here - ONTD_political live post
ON TWITTER:
@StopAhmadi, @ProtesterHelp

دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election

- original post by one_hoopy_frood.

So, like. Here's that fic. :S

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 02:40:08 GMT

title Senseless Crap Smut
pairing koyashige
rating r? i don't know if it warrants nc-17.

note: i wrote this for sort of a 'stimulus package'. since the koyashige fandom is really dead right now, haruka21 posted this thing where if you write koyashige, you can get a really cute shop photo of them. and dammit, i want a shop photo. i want something to remember my time in the je fandom (besides my awesome kanjani8 calendar). so... this is what was born. i may never write again, this was so difficult. thank you to lege_nya for giving it a quick looksie.

"Okay," Koyama breathed as he closed his eyes and relaxed into the comforter beneath him.

Shige looked at Koyama, naked and laying before him. Koyama was beautiful and incredibly sexy, Shige already knew, has always known somewhere back in the back of his head. Only now it was a struggle to keep that one part of his mind repressed, the latent lust he's held since... as far back as he can remember having Koyama in his life. This was different. This was the naked beauty of his friend was spread out on display for his eyes only.

Clenching his eyes, Shige inhaled deep, deep enough to muster up whatever sense of confidence he could find until instead he hit the small pool of stupidity resting in the base of his neck, the small pool reflecting the image of his nervous, naked friend. Shige's eyes flew open, now able to see the image before his own eyes, everything so tangible and real and oh god, why was he being so hesitant. His arm moved of its own accord, trembling ever so slightly, reaching for the bottle of hand lotion he kept by his bedside. Pumping the white lotion into his palm, he let his eyes drag over the naked body below him, taking in his fill while he could. It was distracting, the way he was absorbed into looking, just looking, that with a sudden snap to reality at Koyama's nervous whine, he realized he was unconsciously rubbing the lotion into his hand, his skin absorbing the moisture. Cursing at his absence of mind, he reapplied the lotion into his palm and was careful this time to only slightly spread it around on the first digits of his fingers. Leaning closer in, Shige lightly placed his right hand on Koyama's bent knee, gliding it down the smooth skin and the fine hairs to the base of his leg, dragging around until he held the bottom firmly in his hand. Stretching out his thumb, he ran it up the crease of Koyama's ass, barely putting pressure until he reached the puckered hole, pressing steadily against it, relishing the resistance, pressing harder until the flat of his thumb tip was making head way.

"Shige," Koyama breathed out, squirming at Shige's ministrations. His cock was flush and growing harder.

Smiling at Koyama's reaction, Shige withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his first finger of his left hand, readjusting the grip of his right hand. Slowly, so slow with fear and unfamiliarity of it all, he let his finger poke through the tight resistance until his first digit was buried.

A gasp drew his fascinated eyes up, and they widened when he saw Koyama's face scrunched up in what he assumed could only be pain. "Hey, hey, are you alright? Do you want me to stop?"

Koyama unscrewed one of his eyes to look at Shige's worried face. Koyama thought it was all rather endearing, Shige's nervousness. "No, no," he said. "It's alright, just a really weird feeling. Keep... keep going." He made a conscious effort to relax his face and the muscles in his ass.

Shige nodded, and continued to slide his slicked finger into his friend, adding a second after a time. He never took his eyes off of Koyama's face, hyper aware of every scrunch his nose made or every time his eyebrows furrowed. Shige slid his two fingers in and out, keeping his thrusts gentle and hoping this was at least getting Koyama used to the intrusion. Koyama's fingers were twitching and curling into the blanket beneath him, his body still squirming, now accompanied with whines and pleas of impatience. "Please, Shige," sucking his lip between his teeth.

A fond smirk twisted Shige's lips as he took in the site, sort of proud of himself that it was he, Kato Shigeaki, who was dragging such a response out of this sexy man, Koyama Keiichiro, his best friend. "Okay, Kei-chan," he purred, removing his fingers and moving the head of his cock to their place. The thought, the gravity of it all struck Shige, again, this time, combined with the feeling of his cock pressed up against Koyama's most intimate area, it sent a shutter of anticipation through his entire body. He was going to fuck his best friend, he kept repeating to himself over and over.

"Are you still sure you want to do this? Like, really, really sure?" Shige asked, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Koyama said immediately. A breath, and he popped his eyes open, now staring incredulously at Shige. "Why? Do you not want to anymore? Are you regretting this already?" The fear was evident in his voice, each question's pitch rising. "Shige, no, I'm so sorry."

"Huh? Wait, Koyama, hang on, shh." He shook his head and gave Koyama one of his radiantly sincere smiles. "I... I want to do this." The words felt good as they escaped him, like a weight lifting off his chest, finally admitting to Koyama and himself his repressed desires. "I just want you to be sure. 'Cause it's a big step. We... I don't think either of us could just go back after this." His right hand stroked Koyama's thigh, the movement meant to be reassuring. His hand reached down to playfully pinch a soft cheek of Koyama's ass. Koyama jerked in surprise and Shige left out a giggle. "Alright, you ready?" Though he wouldn't admit it, the exchange left him comfortable and anxiety-free enough to continue on.

Koyama glared at Shige but couldn't keep up the pretense as the thought of being taken by Shige loomed on the edges of his mind, the blunt feeing of the other man's cock pressing against his entrance an immediate reminder. He nodded eagerly, once again relaxing back into the bed as he fixed Shige with an intense stare full of lust and want. "Yeah, hurry up." He squirmed deliberately for effect, looking up coyly at Shige.

Grinning, Shige urged his hips forward, moving his hands to grab Koyama's waist as leverage. He managed to get so far as to poke the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle, stopping once he was sure he was in enough not to pop back out, and he stood, panting at the overwhelming sensation of such tight heat.

Koyama groaned loud as he felt the foreign intrusion, mentally and physically forcing himself to relax so he could accept Shige further. He'd been waiting a damn long time for this to happen and he wasn't about to let his body back out now. Deep breaths and the constant reminders of who he was with and what they were doing helped him to calm down, to relax enough so Shige could enter him without ripping him apart. Koyama gave the nod to Shige that it was okay to keep going, he was fine. Shige, still resisting the urge to either freak out or shove forward, followed along. His cock made made slippery, slurping noises as he pushed even further, driving even further into the relaxed passage, slowing along the way as Koyama's inner walls instinctively clenched and caused resistance. Buried to the hilt, Shige thought he would come right then and there as he braced his palms against the mattress. He'd never felt anything like this in all his twenty years, it was an entirely new and wholly welcome experience.

Moving his hands back around the older man's waist, Shige eased himself in, as Koyama let an "oh my god, oh jesus, shige" escape his open mouth (it just wouldn't stay closed), his back reflexively arching off the bed with such natural erotic grace. Shige had to admit, the feeling was quite heavenly and he did fill a little flood of something akin to god-like powers swish threw his body, especially as he watched Koyama's writhing movements. "Shige, move!" Koyama barked with such need Shige couldn't help but comply.

Shige drew back his hips, sliding out of Koyama so tantalizingly slow. Shige and Koyama both let out heady groans in tandem. Biting his lips to stifle the noises he made, Shige jabbed his hips forward and filled Koyama back in with one quick move, groaning low and loud. He had to stop again, otherwise he might lose all control and hurt Koyama something terrible.

"Oh, Shige..." Koyama sighed. "That felt so... so..."

"Yeah," Shige answered, drawing his hips back again and driving right back in.

"Again," Koyama said, grunting, "faster."

Shige nodded and did as told. His thrusts were slow and unsteady, an underlying sense of uncertainty still hanging in the air, but his nerves were quickly dissipating more and more, clouded by the haze of lust that crowded around and between them, and soon, with each thrust becoming more and more assured, all he could see was the intensely erotic site beneath him. Koyama was held firm by the strong hands, his tan skin shining with the perspiration of effort and becoming slippery. Each bead of sweat slid down from his defined chest and stomach, highlighting the planes and grooves of muscle. His back arching, becoming tighter and taughter with each thrust. But what captured Shige the most was Koyama's face. His head tilted back in less pain and more pleasure, eyelids fluttering, mouth gaping with the pants and moans he couldn't even try to contain. Shige couldn't remember the last time he'd seen something so beautiful, so utterly captivating.

Each thrust grew bolder, sliding in and out, Shige's confidence growing with every moan passing threw those luscious pink lips. Keeping a steadier, faster pace, Shige finally gave into the urge and removed his hands from the tiny waist so he could let them roam and touch the body beneath him. He ran his his sweat-slickened palms up and down that heaving chest. The sheer thought that he could bring out such a strong reaction from Koyama, his bestest friend of so many years, his almost-brother, sucked Shige in deeper, as if he was being swallowed by the puckered hole he currently thrust so deeply into. The suddent movement of Shige's arms shifted their position and Koyama let out a bellowing wail. "Oh my god," he panted and arched off the bed.

Shige fumbled from the expletive and was about to stop when Koyama kept talking. "Shige, un, do that again, please."

Shige, now understanding what he had hit and immensely relieved he didn't break Koyama, (he'd done some reading about this all, just out of curiosity), smirked and angled his hips, grabbing Koyama's ass in his hands. He took a firm hold of that pert little ass, and began to pound harder and deeper, each thrust eliciting a louder wail from Koyama. This time Koyama arched so far off the bed, he was close enough to fling his arms around Shige's shoulders, tight enough to draw himself into almost a sitting position on top of Shige's lap.

Koyama was panting and moaning directly in his ear now. Shige thought he could explode any minute now: Koyama was almost impaling himself on Shige's every thrust in; the overwhelming feeling of being encased within such a tight tunnel of heat; the erotic grunts and gasps of his best friend in his ear; the soft skin over sleek muscle of Koyama's back when Shige ran his hands up and down and around the wide expanse of tanned skin; their proximity and his attempts at resisting the urge to just pull Koyama closed and mold them together into just one being on incredible pleasure.

At some point Shige's eyes had fallen shut, his body trying to make every attempt at heightening his sense of touch. Not wanting to miss the sight he knew was right before him, Shige ripped his eyes open to see his friend's enraptured face right next to his. It was almost too much. The thought of who he was pounding into, whose moans that filled the room belonged to -- the combination of both him and Koyama. The rising tension building on top of each rising of tension, culminating in the pleasant and so very pleasurable tingling and clenching in his balls. Koyama let out another deep moan, arching again, brushing and heaving his chest against Shige's in ecstasy.

They were both close, Shige could feel it as his balls tightened, as Koyama thrust back faster, more erratically, more vigorously with his hips. Koyama's face, thrown back, was aligned directly in front of Shige's own now. The exposed column of stretched throat was hard to ignore, Shige rationalized, as he leaned forward and licked up the side of it, stopping just below Koyama's jaw. He kissed back down that irresistible neck and fastened his lips on Koyama's pulse point, sucking and nipping and lapping. Koyama tilted his head and moaned in appreciation, bringing his cheek to rest against Shige's own, each violent thrust between them causing Koyama's head to slide lightly but tightly against the side of Shige's face. Koyama, seeing Shige's earlobe right in front of him, extended his tongue and brought it into his mouth, sucking lightly. It was small, but the sensation was so drastically different from what was going on between their hips, so... intimate, Shige ripped his lips away from Koyama's neck to let himself absorb the feeling completely.

Koyama held tighter to the warm body of his best friend, whom he so badly wanted to call his lover and hoped now he could, and gently released the tender lobe from his lips, dragging his cheek along Shige's until his face hovered just above Shige's, Koyama's breaths still hard and fast. Shige was lost in his eyes, hooded into lazy slits, he noticed the hunger and need clouding those sex-hazed eyes, and such an intense look of an emotion too far beyond him right now to comprehend. Koyama's mouth was just above his, and looking into the pleading eyes of his friend, Shige leaned forward to capture and silence those lips in a searing kiss. Koyama's moans were muffled as he raised and plunged his hips faster still.

Why had they never done this before? Why did he ever think that could possibly be wrong? The kiss was clumsy and rough, and soon gave way to idle, forgotten lips resting and smashing against each other as concentration drifted elsewhere. Shige put more speed into his hips, the need reaching closer to such a peak now, fueled by the sweet and undeniable undertones of the kiss. He squeezed his hand between their two bodies pressing so tight, wrapping his hand around Koyama's cock, left untended up until now. Koyama breathed out a stream of moans and curses as he let himself go, Shige's touch finally sending him over the edge. He wrapped himself even tighter around Shige's shoulders as he rode out his orgasm. As he came, his entire body clenched and seized, and the walls surrounding Shige's length tightened so suddenly and so strongly, that before Shige could comprehend it, he shot forth into Koyama with a cry. He bit back his scream as he released into his friend. With one last quick thrust, he lost all strength, and with a dizzy head, he gave out and released Koyama, letting the older man fall back onto the bed. Shige collapsing on top of him soon after.

Koyama laid painting, trying to catch his breath and his thoughts. "Shige," he wheezed, withdrawing his arms from the airtight embrace he'd made around Shige. Gulping and swallowing as much air as he could, he looked down and saw Shige between his legs and on top of him, nearly passed out with the side of his face smashed into Koyama's chest. His lips were glistening with saliva and his eyelids fluttered as he too tried to catch his breath. "Shige," Koyama tried again, this time louder.

"Hn." was the only response he got. Shige was now closing his eyes as he fought but failed the sleep coming to take him over.

Koyama didn't call out to him a third time, instead choosing to run his fingers over Shige's back, palming all the way down as far as he could reach from this position. His hands varied in pressure and kneaded gently. Shige gave a grateful grunt and brought his arms around the encircle Koyama, and adjusted his head to make Koyama's chest a more comfortable pillow.

The sight was so cute, Koyama could help but squeal and grab Shige's face and drag him up for another kiss on those teasingly shiny lips.

please give me some concrit. i suck at writing, xp.

Dragon Wagon!

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 01:18:30 GMT

I'm jumpin' on the Dragon Wagon.

Click my eggs :DD

LOCKED.

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:12:39 GMT

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