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This is a writing blog, most of which is probably crappy, but we're gonna add to it anyway.just so people know this is pretty much abandoned, if anyone cares about reading any of my junk just go here
Pairing: Celty/Shinra
Series: Durarara
My sister said as a joke that if those two ever got married that Shizou would likely be Celty’s maid of honor. Izaya being Shinra’s friend would likely be invited as well so… basically I’m just sorry.
You catch stars like fireflies.
Count them all in their jars before setting them free,
off the
into night.
They’re there to light your dreams.
Keep the dark out,
Calling out them all by name.
Even the ones that speed across the night sky.
Everyone gets a name you said.
You don’t want to remember stars for how they look.
How bright they are.
How big they are.
How small they are.
How dim they are.
No, you said, you wanted to give it a name all its own.
You can’t mourn a description.
You count them all and cry when you come up short.
Even stars can’t last forever.
The Strider household is full of silly straws and cups with them. They just collect them not only for the obvious irony reasons, but as an almost competition to see who can find the more crazier of them.
The unthinkable has happened. I write something that doesn’t have porn in it and people like it more. So my conclusion is I must just suck at writing porn. WHAT IS THIS MYSTERY?? I joke, just usually that’s how people act..
Pairing: Bro/Dave (unrequited as of the moment maybe kinda i don’t know)
Chapters: 1/?
Many of Dave’s rambles and speech patterns only sometimes make sense because he’s usually loopy due to lack of sleep from not only staying up to talk to John who’s an hour before him, but also because of nightmares and staying on guard in case Bro decides to ambush him in his sleep.
Keep your sparrows locked up in a tight box.
They chirp and chirp, wanting to spread their wings and be free.
You keep feeding them from your bag of bird seed.
But still, you do not give them their peace.
No, you do not let them fly free.
Soon, they begin not to even eat.
They do not sing quite so loudly.
And soon they no longer sing at all.
Owner, why couldn’t you give them their true desire.
To keep them locked from the world,
misguidedly caring to their basic needs,
you forgot to help them reach their dreams.
Ugg I’m really sorry guys, I’m going through one of those writing blocks where literally every time I get a sentence down I just want to flip a table because the characterization and pacing feels all wrong and with the story I’m currently working on I’ve come close to just scraping the whole damn thing. So really sorry if I don’t update for a while. I prolly will continue posting small headcanons if I think of them just gsgjoidhjdh that and finals are coming up in a couple weeks so I should probably be studying that.
If anyone has any advice/criticism that would be lovely. orz
Whenever John or Dave visit each other they have a specific jacket, sweatshirt, shirt, ect. that they have the other wear so that when they have to go back the piece of clothing will smell like the other. They usually end up sleeping with it for a while and though John is a bit more vocal about it, they both are disappointed when the smell eventually fades.