Dayne Mora

I go lay in bed and pretend to take a nap. Same Q

This was what I hated about Cards Against Humanity. I had the suckassiest hand, and had to make a lame as fuck play, only to pull up the most perfect card. Not like it would matter. Laurel’s friends were fucking idiots and wouldn’t get a clever play if it bit their basic asses. Her posse of girlfriends (who I called the blonde and the brunette because I could never remember their names) and attendant boyfriends brought over cheap alcohol, but had been steadily plowing through my craft

"next"? You just want them to start bumping uglies again! ^.^

Part One – Indie Comes to Jesus “Shit.” Whatever Efrain had to say was lost as he pushed past me, calling for Cory. He paused at the door to shoot a terse “fucking asshole” over his shoulder. I could just barely make out a truck engine pulling away. I few moments later, the front door slammed shut. There was a loud thump followed by a string of curses from Efrain. Then some stomping before his bedroom door slammed closed. I knew I had overstepped, but he had to be warned. I decided

I can't think of genres just yet, but I do think the Big Man on Campus is our Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

Calling people on the phone. I have a hard time even making appointments. -How do you like your pillows? - Kind? Number? Sleep position?

I second Meetup.com - most of the friends I have now, I met through them.

I don't know why, but it seems all my tops end up led around by bottoms that could easily overpower them.

This is tip-of-the-iceberg for Indie. Working through chapter 12 now, and it will be a while before we really see what's below the surface.

I've got my plans for Indie.

Yeah, Mr. Plaything decided he wasn't going to be my plot device anymore.

Part One – Barely Legal Fuck-a-thon want to follow me home? I resisted looking over at Cory, but I still caught him out the corner of my eye. He discreetly checked his phone and sent back a message. sure The team decided to get burgers after the game, dragging Cory and me along. I got the feeling I wasn’t the only one that couldn’t wait to leave. “Oh fuck me, look at the time,” I said, not caring about how unconvincing I sounded. Our teammates started laying into me about trying to leave

For some reason, I decided to make a list in Google Docs of everything I've read and enjoyed across three websites and into yaoi. Thirty minutes later, I had a small list of about 42 yaoi and 15 erotic fiction (mostly series). Mind you, I forgot a ton of the yaoi and grouped some series under one title, or only included one or two of my favorite mangaka's works (plus there are some I'm not ready to fess up to reading >.>), and I've only been reading erotic fiction for three months. Some might consider this a problem...

Gallant - Open Up High notes for days!

Hobbies. I collect hobbies. And books, natch. What weirds you out?

Part One – Feeding It was past midnight when I woke up again. Efrain’s warmth wrapped around me and for a moment I panicked. More than anything I wanted to stay in his arms, but I worried that it was just me. It would be awkward enough to face him tomorrow without me throwing my feelings into it. This wasn’t the first time I’d been with someone I knew, and I’d gotten hurt enough when I wanted to have more than they wanted to give. The fact that I'd slept with a teammate and not just a clas

I ~just~ finished revising the next chapter and was about to put it up.

Dear Publix; I realize now that I made a mistake when I begged off of visiting family this year. I failed to account for the fact that no trip to Florida to see family also means no trip to Florida to see you. Trips to Florida are more work than vacation for those born and raised in the region, but time with you makes them all worthwhile. While I am more than content and fulfilled in the romance that took me away to Texas, I regret leaving you. I’ve tried other stores to fill the Publix-shaped hole in my heart, but it doesn’t work. Target, and Trader Joe’s, and Costco, and Whole Foods are clean and pretty. Yet, they can’t hold a candle to you. I miss your chocolate chip cookies, perfectly moist and chewy with just the right number of mini-morsels (a metric fuckton). I miss your subs. No one else bakes a sub roll quite like you do. How is it that you can make a sandwich that can stand up to red wine vinegar without going soggy? You are a maker of miracles and marvels. I miss your spicy fried chicken wings. When I was feeling especially low, a family pack of wings with some veggie sticks and chunky blue cheese dressing was all I needed to make it through the night. I miss your key lime pie. Such a balance between sweet and tart, and none of that green food coloring mess. Then you go and add sliced almonds around the edge and I just melt. I love that your stores were always clean and stocked. That no matter where I was, you had what I wanted. The cute little store in Riverside that the hot firefighters liked to go – you had it. The bigass store in Mandarin – you had it. The slightly smaller store in Mandarin (a couple miles down the road) – you had it. Westside. Northside. Beaches. Didn’t matter, you had it. I love that you forgave my dalliances with other stores. Like the 24 hour Food Lion, or the Sweetbay that was closer to my apartment. You forgave me for slumming it with Winn Dixie and Walmart (America’s pink moped). More than this, you always welcomed me back after I spent the entire year in the tawdry embrace of HEB. They say “Here, Everything’s Better,” but that’s only because they’ve never been “Where shopping is a pleasure.” Their cookies are decent, but it isn’t the same. And forget subs, key lime pie, and spicy fried chicken wings (although, they have okay tamales. Have you considered tamales?). Sadly, I don’t see myself returning to Florida to live. I am Florida-born and Florida-bred, but I had to go. As much as I long to shop your aisles again, it is not enough to make me come back for good. To those who have never shopped with you, it seems silly, but know this – not a week goes by where I do not pine for your signature Kelly green and white. You may not have cause to think of me in these past four years, but I have had plenty of reasons to think about you. You have to know how much I miss you! Sincerely, Dayne

Didn't know if off-screen bisexual scenes warranted the bi label. It is worth considering, especially with bi-Delia's favorite complaint - bi-marginalization. And thanks - getting people off is half the fun of writing!

Sit on my butt. Read, write, play video games. Hopefully, I'll be done with my tense shifting. Same Q

Can't. Stop. Listening. Oh Wonder "Technicolour Beat"

Part One – Surprisingly Tasty People packed the balcony and player’s lounge. It was on the ass-end of July, but the coaches finally had the freshmen in good enough shape to bring them into the fold, or had weeded out those who wouldn’t work on the team. To celebrate, they were hosting a massive barbeque in the locker complex. The team and coaches were all here, along with some good ol’ boy alumni with deep pockets and select members of the press. Thus, we all had to look presentable and act

I'm hella excited for Zone Wars!

Teague's 3Fs and the brain trust are recent additions. His character underwent some changes that will make a little more sense later on.

Part One – GSA, Yaoi, Chimps Fucking, and Other Things That Don’t Interest Straight Guys After all that complaining I did about being mindlessly bored, I suddenly found myself with a lot to keep me busy. Football conditioning and practice took up the better part of my morning. I was still kicking it with the GSA (which, by the way, was a really strange name since almost no straight people showed up). I went out with Preston every other week for Latin Night and got invited to more of the team