Boys boys boys!

There hasn't been enough boy love recently. On with the yaoi...

All hail Gojyo/Hakkai! The 58 love is alive! Although not as alive as the 93 porn...

Okay, not porn. Do you know how hard it is to find Sanzo/Goku porn???? Damn near impossible. I could steal some, but I fear the internet police. P.L. Nunn has some amazing pics of everything from Anita Blake to Final Fantasy, but last I checked there was no 93, the only pic with Goku in it wasn't even really of Goku, it was Seiten, and as much as I love likkle Goku without the diadem, Seiten would rip Sanzo to shreds and that's just not on!

But I digress, I come bearing porn, so porn I will bear. And when in need of some boy love the rabid fangirl need only look as far as Silver Chaos for her fix. Silver chaos rocks!!!




Adonis looks rather frightened. And why is Rasgiel always nekkid? Not that I'm complaining like, he's a god, he can do what the fuck he likes. More...






Tee hee! Is Might not a little slut? He gets around, no one is safe.

See. No one!

Adonis and Might look scared in this one. Moo ha ha ha! I love Rasgiel, the little perv.

That's enough Silver Chaos. Don't wanna exhaust my reserves. But everyone should own this video game, it's porn for the playstation gen, fantastic!!!!

Next I give you Drarry, enjoy...

How cute! Can't stand this pairing, but the pic is adorable!

Anyway, that's my Yaoi fix for the day. I disgust even myself. I immersed myself in Silver Chaos and this is what happens, I start foaming at the mouth. Should be banned that game!

A Coffee Church and A Prezzie For My Sister...

I want a motorbike. No bones about it, I want one. A big thunking black one. A shiny big thunking black one so that I can use it to squish hedgehogs and small children. Motorbikes are sexy, I am sexy, therefore I should have a motorbike.

Of course, learning to drive would be a good idea. But I can't be arsed. I have a father, he has a car, thus I have my own chauffeur and limosene service. Course the limosene is a Ford Escort and the chauffeur won't wear a black hat when chugging me around town, but the service is there.

But really, I'm 22, all my mates can drive. course none of my mates have a motorbike, I'd be the coolest cat in the casba.

On to other topics. The coffee machine was reincarnated. Like Jesus. There was no great round rock or angels or the like, but I think it's begun to accumulate apostles. The teacups look slightly more humble, and the father was gazing at it with unhealthy adoration. I hoped that perhaps it could turn water into wine, but alas, when I put water in it all that came out was coffee. Just watch, some day soon there will be a Church of Coffee Worshipers, of which the coffee maker is the first pope, and religious nuts will make pilgrimages to my kitchen. Instead of bread and wine there will be coffee and Rich Tea biscuits. The teabags look homicidal.

Of course it came back to life when my hankering for coffee had subsided. I am firmly back on the good ship HMS Teabag. We are sailing the seven milky seas, searching for buried sugar. I am the Captain, I wear a PG Tips pyramid teabag as a hat and rule my crew with an iron mug. So far my crew consists of one, but I'm holding interviews next thursday at the community centre, if interested bring a CV and a teapot.

I also have a gift for my little sister, EMMA ARE YOU WATCHING!!!!!

I dedicate this picture to my little sister. Emma dear, you know you like it, I can't be the only pervert in the family.

Oohhoo hoo, I love yaoi. lovelovelovelove.

This pic is one of my favs, it does strange things to my delicates. Yes, I am mentally ill, but I love it. If guys can get off on lesbians, I can get off on randy boys fucking other randy boys. It's only natural. And it feeds my love of threesomes in which I am the only one there with a uterus.

And Emma, I can see you shaking your head and looking horrified, stop it, you have always known I am a filthy bint, you store all of the knowledge of my debauched life. When I die of some hideous disease I am trusting you to write my life story. You can't write, but the story should make up for that which you lack. It will be X-rated, but you'll make a mint. With the cash I want you to erect a fifteen foot statue of me in the back garden to honour my memory.

And don't forget that you have to keep my eyeballs in a box on the mantel piece.

Anyway, the pornish pixie is off to drink more tea and watch some hentai. Just kidding about the hentai part... okay no I'm not, but don't tell my mother.

Fanfic, men sex, mwah

I have just spent the day pissing my pants! I went for a merry jaunt around fanfiction.net and was caught in the snare of the funniest story I have ever read! Okay, so it was a snarry fic, but once I got over the squick and laughed until my ears bled I decided that mebbe I could learn to like the fandom...

Snape... and no coffee! Oh the hilarity! Snape walking into doors, Snape muttering nonsensically to Dumbledore, Snape telling his students to make tongues! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm gonna go back and read it!

My unhealthy obsession with fanfiction is all Shell's fault! She introduced me to the medium when I was an innocent fourteen year old. Back then it was all Buffy Buffy Buffy with her and she was convinced Willow should be shagging Spike so naurally she had to rely on various unhinged individuals to cater to her desires via the net.

Oh and how it all went downhill from there.

Then the Jedi Apprentice books came out and suddenly Obi Wan was shagging Xanatos all over the internet and I found myself salivating. And so my thirst for yaoi was born, but back then it was just good ol' plain slash and I could pretend I was just curious.

The Dragonball took over my life and sudenly Goku was shagging Vegeta (when he wasn't shagging me in my dreams) and then came Saiyuki and the dreaded 93 relationship (WHICH IS PRACTICALLY CANON PEOPLE!) closely followed by Naruto (SasuNaru, they belong together) and Final Fantasy (Cloud and Sepiroth, *drool* and occasionally Sepiroth and the KFC dude... don't ask...) and so naturaly all of the Ann Rice vampires are screwing each others brains out (including Claudia in some instances which just weirds me out since I can't wrap my teeny brain around chan) and Jack and Daniel love from Stargate is just toooooo adorable to ignore.

Am I forgetting any???

Remus/Sirius (Tonks who?) Hakkai/Gojyo (a pair of nineteen year olds living together, and we all know Gojyo is a hopeless slut) Legolas and anything, the elf is just too hot! I can barely stomach twincest (although some of the fics I've read have been quite hot) but I draw the line at Blackcest, my beautiful Sirius would NEVER shag Regulus, never in a million god forsaken years! And as for the rest of the family... please, I might be able to hack Sirius/Andromeda but I'm a yaoi bint so really... how does that fit into my head???

And if anyone comes anywhere near me with Obi/Qui be prepared to die a horrible death because it is just. plain. wrong.

However I have taken a fancy to ObiMaul which turned my world upside down for about five seconds before I stumbled over sithacademy and proceeded to cream my pants between passing out from fits of giggles. Sith cats and Jedi hamsters and happy farms happy pills and Dartha Stewart and sex over the bonnet of a car and jedi in kilts and "Sith do not use fabric softener" oh the joy!

And yes, now that I have rightened myself I shall scurry away to re-read that fucking hilarious fic I mentioned earlier. And because I am in a lewd mood I will share a lewd pic even though I will be burnt at the stake...

BAM!

Oh I'm goooooood! Say g'bye to the pornish pixie, I'm off!!!!!!

TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM

So long you wandered on the dusky plain,

Where flit the shadows with their endless cry,
You reach the shore where all the world goes by,

You leave the strife, the slavery, the pain;

But we, but we, the mortals that remain

In vain stretch hands; for Charon sullenly

Drives us afar, we may not come anigh

Till that last mystic obolus we gain.

But you are happy in the quiet place,
And with the learned lovers of old days,

And with your love, you wander ever-more

In the dim woods, and drink forgetfulness

Of us your friends, a weary crowd that press

About the gate, or labour at the oar.

Joachim Du Bellay, 1550

My penchant for morbid poetry really isn't an insight into my character; I'm really quite upbeat. Honest. But I am a shallow bitch, so it takes something rather depressing to affect me in any which way, thus the need to recite classical gothic poetry. I was going to shove The Raven by Poe in here, I know it off by heart, the rythmn and rhyme sort of etch themselves into your brain, but I couldn't be bothered with such an epic. Make do with Du Bellay.

Mwahahahahaha! How I do love the juxtaposition of morbid poetry with randy bishonen! I am sick! *snicker* I bet Mr Du Bellay is spinning in his grave!

In other news... Liverpol is in the final! GET IN MOTHER FUCKER! No big surprise like, since the 'Pool rocks the casba, just thought it deserved a mention. W00t!

Even My Dreams Are Twisted...

THAT'S IT! No more Harry Potter for me! I had the most disturbing dream last night, involving Remus Lupin, Sirius' mother, and a bathtub. No... get your head out of the gutter, it wasn't that kind of dream, but nonetheless it was rather unsettling.

I am treating myself to a night on the tiles tonight. Ok, so Maxims isn't exactly an upper class tile, but it serves alcohol and I plan to get smashed. I am going to conveniently forget that I used to go to the exact same place as a fifteen year old for fear that I may be regressing. In a week I'll be drooling and crawling around on all fours. Wait... I already do that.

There is a yellow rose on the mantel piece and I don't know how it got there. Hmmm... yellow roses mean friendship... can't be for me...

How does one put weight on their wrists? I have no desire to develop any podge but I have the forearms of a six year old, and the veins reall really stick out... I suppose it would be helpful if I were a heroin addict but alas... I don't get my jollies out of needles. It's really beginning to bug me, if I hold my hand up I can almost see through my arm, and my hand looks massive, but that's only cause my wrist looks like a toothpick. Somebody put me into proportion!

Anyway, more importantly... what shall I wear tonight? I know, such a female question, but it needs to be addressed because I am a lazy bastard and I am also depressingly indecisive. Come midnight I will still be sitting here typing away because I am to lazy to get off my pretty little arse and shave my legs and I will probably need a good solid three hours to choose and outfit. Black always works, especially for Maxims, but... do I want to blend in or stand out. This needs to be addressed before I can be dressed.

Fuck it, I'll go in my pyjamas, then I'll be ready to fall into bed and prepare for my hangover as soon as I get home. Yeah, that's a plan.

I also haven't posted any yaoi pics in a while (snape/harry cannot count as yaoi) and I feel the need to remedy this, if only because the one person I know who reads this thing gets freaked out by boys rubbing up against other boys:

Hee hee hee hee! SasuNaru!

I have far more hardcore pics, but I fear for the anklebiters, and I fear for myself when the anklebiter's parents hunt me down with pitchforks. It comes to something thought, when I'd rather ogle drawings than photos... but the imagination is so much better than real life! At least I understand that I am mentally ill and can accept it with all the aplomb I can muster.

Perhaps later I will post a more hardcore pic, if I muster up the courage.

And now... piece de la resistance...

SEITEN TAISEI!

Nuff said.

Somebody get me out of this snowglobe!

The blossom trees around my house are shedding. It's rather pulchritudinous actually. The sky is overcast; it looks like it's raining white blossom, but the petals are dancing to the ground rather than falling. I feel like I'm trapped in a huge, resplendent snowglobe.

I prefer cherry blossom. We have a cherry blossom tree in the garden but it's only a diddy little thing. It reminds me of the bonsai tree my old martial arts teacher used to have. I adored that bonsai tree. When he kindly ordered me to never ever touch the tiny tree due to the fact that it was over 100 years old I decided that it was the coolest thing on the planet. It had seen over a century for christ's sake! I could practically see the seasons washing past it over the decades and I felt oddly humbled by the mini tree. It was the first time I was ever confronted with my own mortality. That tree is older than I will ever be, and it will probably still be watching the seasons pass long after I'm dead. It's odd how something so small can have such longevity, but just look at Yoda. The dude was 900 years old when he finally kicked the bucket!

Look, I'm being morbid again. I'm not a morbid person really, but I've been reading Harry Potter and I always get depressed around the part where Sirius dies. He was my fav character. Boo.

I love his hair in this picture... is it wrong of me to be attracted to Gary Oldman when every bone in my body is screaming at me that he's an old man????? *sigh*

I'm listening to Der Rosenkavalier, the Trio. The most beautiful music ever concieved of. I think Strauss may have descended from the Ninth Tier himself. But I've had enough of enticingly somber Opera, I think I'll move on to a bit of Nine Inch Nails. I am the definition of eclectic.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Weren't expecting that were ya! Not after me goin' on about cherry blossom and Opera! I felt dirty talking all cultured, I had to put the tone back in it's place with a little YAOI! I'm not a massive fan of Naruto, but I go all wibbly over SasuNaru, and this pic just tugs at me in very intimate places! *nosebleed*

First Post in my new and shiny blog!

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, by Dylan Thomas. One of my fav poems. No, I am not a sap. It makes me think of the last time I ever saw my grandmother. Okay, mebbe I am a sap. And bloody proud of it.

I deleted my other blog. I dunno what I was on when I wrote most of those posts, but I refuse to believe I was sane and sober. Probably high on pain medication, but meh.. what can ya do?

Therefore, all hail the new online diary of yours truly. Supercilliously entitled "The Ninth Tier Of The Seventh Circle Of Heaven On High" *takes a bow*

I am off to google for yaoi imags now. Yes, I am a dirty, filthy, debauched, rabid yaoi fangirl. I think I may have been male and a homosexual in a past life. Nice to know that the desire to see men nekkid transcends even the barriers of time and space when it comes to my immortal soul.

And for your viewing pleasure, a pic from the archives of the Ninth Tier itself:

Mwuahahahahahahahaha! I love this pic! Dropped to my laptop straight from heaven itself!

How on earth did I manage to include morbid poetry and smexy yaoi boys in the same post? Ch -- innate brilliance I suppose. And now I am off with my depraved self to see if I can't find any Sanzo/Goku fics, or if I'm lucky... Obi/Xani! There aren't that many out there! *drowns in own drool*