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| Saturday, October 3rd, 2009 | |
| 1:07 am | I left my pet with family while I went on vacation 2 months ago. Now I am finally back in the same part of the country to pick her up...and she was hit by a car and killed yesterday. On my birthday. When I was less than 24 hours from arriving to pick her up and take her home. The irony is so painful I can't get my mind around it. Even worse, I was supposed to be there 2 days ago, and I decided to meander around stopping at every interesting place as I drove instead of going straight there, so a part of me thinks this is punishment for being lazy and selfish and not loving her enough to go to her the instant I had the chance... I don't like the world at the moment. Current Mood:  drained |
| Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | |
| 10:06 pm | reviews An author I was reading http://www.fanfiction.net/u/233280/Trump I can't speak for everyone, but sometimes, especially with really good writers, everything fits together so perfectly at the end that my thoughts still completely, and I don't want to ruin that perfection by trying to analyze the story. I usually try to at least leave a smiley face or a "nice story, thanks," because I know how much any sort of review is better than none, but half of me thinks that something so tacky is worse than nothing. It's like seeing a gorgeous work of art and then graffiting your name on it or something. It even makes me feel stupid, like I'm claiming the authority to judge someone's work when that person obviously understands writing better than me...I also know that I have weird tastes, so I usually don't express opinions about entertainment except with my best friends, and it feels...off to do so in public, like here, although I try. The top reason is the biggest reason though. I just want to wallow in the perfection of the story and trying to talk about it ruins the feeling. Current Mood:  thoughtful |
| Sunday, May 17th, 2009 | |
| 11:45 pm | So, I recently saw a Bleach / Naruto crossover. I thought about it, and decided it would suck. Then I took that as a challange, and tried to come up with a plot that wouldn't suck. I decided that the only way to do it would be to keep the characters from each show from interacting. Something Bleach related is going on in Konoha, so the Shinigami are sent there. They have a big fight blowing things up, but the Naruto folks can't see anything, so they think it's an enemy attack. They've recently signed a peace treaty with someone(Sand would be fun) so they blame the numerous Sand shinobi who have been in the village for the signing, and a war starts. The Shinigami feel like they have to do SOMETHING to fix things, because it's their fault, so they try to make things happen...knocking down things to force people to go a certain way, delivering flowers, whatever. But their actions keep misfiring because the shinobi keep doing bizzare, unpredictable things, so the shinigami keep trying, and it becomes this lovely comedy of errors. I don't want to write it, but I'd like to read it. If anyone decides to write it, feel free, but please let me know so I can read! Oh, and it should start at the climax. "Ukitake was not having a good day. All around him, people were fighting and dying in bizarre and disturbing ways. A giant snake was battling a giant frog to his left, the earth was randomly swallowing and squishing people to his right, people were turning themselves into giant human bowling balls talking dogs were attacking people, and he could have sworn someone just flew by on a giant fan. To make matters worse, the village was being repeatedly engulfed in flames (from enemy attacks) only to have the flames immediately smothered under ice (Hitsugaya trying to be helpful) and then the ice would be melted by flames (the villagers thinking the ice was an enemy attack)that would then be smothered by ice (Hitsugaya again...). Ukitake stared at the mess around him in disbelief. [How did this even happen?!] he moaned to himself. [It was supposed to be an easy mission!] Just then, a giant slug dropped out of nowhere on top of him. Not that it made any impact. Ukitake didn't have any material form, so the slug's body passed right through him. Ukitake stalked out of the slug slime and towards the giggling figure in pink slouched on a nearby door step. "This is ALL your fault, Shinsui! Fix it!" "I would if I could, dear friend, but I'm out of ideas. The only one I have left is to get good and drunk before I have to face the Soutaicho." Ukitake sighed, and snatched the jug for himself. Getting drunk was sounding more wonderful by the minute. "Where did we go wrong?" ************************ Four days ago: ...and this is where someone should take over. Because, I'm not writing this. I'm not. Even if it's in my head. I'm not...Evil plot bunny. Go away! |
| Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | |
| 4:45 pm | School Reunion School Reunion By Staid Waters Author's note: They're not mine, this is not for profit Summary: Yankumi knows some strange people Spoilers: Set in Season 2 of the live action series Note: It's been a while since I played with Gokusen, so if there are any continuity / cannon errors, please let me know. (actually, this could use a proof reader in general...) **************************************** The stranger was, frankly, terrifying. Big, heavily muscled, and somehow just mean-looking, he'd shown up in the doorway during lunch, when Yankumi was off in the teacher's lounge. He leaned against the doorway and glanced around at the graffiti and broken furniture and disorganization with a bored almost-smirk, his his eyes flicker over the faces of the students until they singled Yabuki out. "This Yamaguchi-sensei's class?" Yabuki didn't move, exactly, but something about his body language suddenly screamed insolence as the tension in the room skyrocketed. "Depends on who wants to know." "Yeah," one of the other students yelled. "Who the fuck are you anyhow?" The room was suddenly filled with insults and jeers, but the good cheer that usually accompanied the students' everyday boisterous irreverance was lacking, and none of them moved from the crowd in the middle of the room to get in the guy's face, although they had all gotten to their feet in defense of their teacher. The guy was bad news, and if he wanted Yankumi, it couldn't be for anything good The guy's eyes lit up a bit, although they never moved from Yabuki's face, and the smirk widened a millimeter. "You're her students all right." He stepped into the room and strode towards them. Tsuchi stepped up to block him. "Listen up, fucker. You got no place..." "Tsuchi, don't." Yabuki's voice was cold, and stopped his friend mid-sentence. Yabuki cursed mentally. The other students could worry about Yankumi; he knew enough about her life to worry about the class. Anyone who looked that dangerous and was looking for her was probably a lot more than the students could handle on their own. The other students apparently heard something in his voice, for the classroom fell silent. "This have something to do with her family?" Yabuki asked, finally. This time, the guy smiled for real, looking Yabuki up and down with something that was half approval and half challenge as he brushed past the students (who were getting out of his way, following Yabuki's cue to Tsuchi, although they didn't look happy about it). He snagged a chair with one foot, and sat down with his feet up on a desk. Yabuki realized he wasn't going to get an answer. He glanced around. Kei was closest to the door. "Kei, go get Yankumi." The other boy nodded, but before he could move, the door slid open. "Alright, class, take your seats. We've got a test on Friday, and since more than half of you failed the last one, we'll be doing review for the next two days." Yankumi, who had been tottering under the weight of all the books and papers she was carrying, finally reached her desk and dropped them with a relieved sigh. Only then did she glance around. "Oye, I said take your seats. What are..." The man was waving lazily at her from the back. Her mouth dropped open. "Where...How...WHEN did you..." "Yo, Yankumi. I'm back." "I thought you were in Africa!" Her hands flopped in the air like fish on dry land. "I came back." "Well," she seemed to gather herself, "welcome back. Although you shouldn't have come here, as I'm sure you know, I'm always glad to see my cute little students after they graduate. "Ehhhh??!! Your student?!" The students yelled. Yabuki looked back at the dangerous-looking man, up to Yankumi, and wished he could bang his head against a wall as the tension in the room (which Yankumi apparently hadn't even noticed--some gangster she was) drained away in a flash. "You didn't even introduce yourself? Class, this is Sawada Shin. He was in the very first class I ever taught, four years ago. I'm pleased to say that as far as I know, they've all gone on to become respectable adults and lead happy, fulfilling lives. Sawada was the only one I couldn't track well, since he wandered off to Africa to build houses or something like that." "Irrigation." "What?" "I was building irrigation systems." "Ah, yes. Sorry. I must have forgotten. Ah ha aha." She reached up to scratch her head in embarrassment. "What brings you back here?" "There was nothing for me in England any more, so I came home." "England?" Yabuki was facinated by the byplay. Yankumi was making a valiant effort to take control of the conversation, but whenever she grabbed it, Sawada would say something that would knock her off balance again. It was like watching a kid taunt a cat with ribbons on a stick. Each time Yankumi pounced, Sawada lazily yanked the toy away. "I was only in Africa over the summer. Then I went to school in England. Then I graduated, so I came here." "School...?" "Oxford." The class facefaulted. Yabuki couldn't blame them. With the dyed hair, and the attitude, the guy looked like the worst kind of punk. "You graduated from Oxford?! Oh Sawada, I'm so proud of you! After all the times your high school tried to expel you!! " The class facefaulted again. "What you did you major in?" "Business. I thought it would be useful to know how taxes and all those sort of things work after I join the Yakuza." The class, which had been glancing from one speaker to another like spectators at a ping pong match, gasped and then began to inch towards the sides of the room as their teacher's face went white, then red, and her hands clenched the papers in front of her so tight they tore. "What...did...you...say...?" she growled through clenched teeth. The man--Sawada--was smirking again, although it was obvious he was trying to look nonchalant. "I went to Africa to decide what to do with my life, remember. Well, I decided that what I wanted to do is join the Oedo Group." Yabuki snorted and relaxed completely. It was pretty obvious what the guy had come for now, although why he wanted to have this conversation in public, and in front of Yankumi's students, was beyond him. Even if you couldn't get arrested for being a member of the Oedo Family (they were a normal corporation on paper, after all, even if everyone knew they were more), or for claiming to be a member of the yakuza, it was a pretty moronic thing to say. "Like HELL you will. You will go and put that brain of yours, that DEGREE of yours to good use at a good job where you can be a happy, productive member of society. I won't let you waste..." "I already did it." "Huh?" "I said, I already did it. As of this morning, I work for the Oedo family." "WHAT?!" Sawada rolled his eyes. "I went to the boss there this morning and asked if I could join for real, and he said yes. So you're too late." "You...you...He...WHAT? That's impossible. He wouldn't have...He knows ..." Sawada dragged his feet from the desk and stood up. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled toward the front. "I asked permission from a certain person about something else today too," he said. He was almost up to Yankumi by that point, and she vaulted over her desk, grabbed his shirt and yanked his face down closer to hers. She looked so tiny next to him, like a lamb taking on a tiger. Well, she looked like that compared to almost everyone, but the guy's muscles and sheer presance made it even more obvious. He was still smiling. Her voice was serious. "Don't do this Sawada. You have a life ahead of you. You could be anything. I don't know if you're just trying to piss off your dad or what, but this is an incredibly stupid thing to do. Go back to the old man and tell him you changed..." Her voice trailed off, and he knew exactly what she'd noticed as her eyes left his face and looked down the neck of the shirt she was pulling at. "You...You got a TATTOO?!" Her voice shrieked out the first part of the question, but the caught on the last word. It was almost...breathy. Yabuki rolled his eyes as he noted that her face was red again too, and that she had neither let go of the shirt nor stopped looking down it. Next to him Nakanishi muttered "Yankumi is just too weird," and Yabuki could only agree. It had, however, been precisely what Sawada had been going for, given the look on his face. "Like it?" he purred. "What? No, I..." She jumped back, but unfortunately was still holding the shirt, and as Sawada leaned back to keep his balance, the thin cloth tore. Sawada's brow arched, then he reached up and tore a bit more off, revealing a shocking expanse of color that started two thirds of the way up his left arm and flowed across most of his back. Yabuki couldn't see the front, but from Yankumi's reaction, it was on his chest and stomach as well. Most of the back seemed to be a large red and yellow Chinese lion, although in the background he could see a blue and white mountain and curvy lines that were probably supposed to represent water. It was possibly the most Yakuza-looking display he had ever seen in his life. Yankumi kept staring. And blushing. "You have scars..." "Most of 'em are from a construction accident. These two, though," he pointed at something on his chest, "are from knives, and this one" he was touching his collarbone, "was a bullet. I was busy learning other things in England too." "You,. . " Yankumi just kind of collapsed in on herself, and Yabuki thought he had never seen her look so dejected. "You could have been anything you wanted. ANYTHING!" "I am what I wanted." "Kyoto-sensei was right. Someone like me has no right to be a teacher. Your father was right. This is all my fault, isn't it? I ruined you." Yabuki had heard enough. "Oye, Yankumi, don't blame yourself for other people's actions. The asshole made his own choices. 'specially if he had the money and brains to go to someplace like Oxford." Sawada nodded. "He's right, you know. If you hadn't been there, I'd have just joined some street gang or jumped off a bridge or something. You did good by me. I'm happy. Hey," he touched her cheek, and smirked again. "Don't you want to know what the other thing I got permission for today was?" "You've said enough for today, I think, bastard," Yabuki said. Okay, so the guy was a gangster who ran around with people who had guns and knives, so it probably wasn't smart to insult him. But he was a gangster in YANKUMI's gang, and Yabuki trusted that she'd make sure nothing happened to him."We have tests to study for. It's a school, ya know? Get out." Sawada looked at him long and hard for a moment, then nodded. He tugged on one of Yankumi's pigtails. "Come straight home after work, okay? We still need to talk." Her eyes narrowed "Come HOME?" "Well, it's not like I have a place to stay around here anymore. I've decided to crash at your place." An angry roar rose up from the throats of the teenage boys. Even Yabuki, who knew that "your place" actually meant the Oedo headquarters, where Yankumi lived with her grandfather and the dozen or so gangsters who made up the inner circle of their "family," was shocked at the sheer gall. Yankumi's mouth gaped, and then flopped open and shut like a fish. Sawada shrugged and headed for the door. Just as he put out his hand to pull it open, Yankumi found her voice. "Shin," she asked suspiciously, "what was the other thing?" Sawada pulled the door open before turning to face her with a truly evil smile. "I asked your grandfather for permission to marry you. He said yes." Sawada stepped through the door quickly and slammed it shut just in time to block the hail of books, pencils and the occasional chair Yankumi was throwing his way. His laughter could be heard going down the hall. "Now I know why he wanted to say all that in front of us," Nakanishi said, shaking his head. "Oh?" Yabuki asked. "If they'd been at her house, or in front of strangers, Yankumi would have killed him." Yabuki looked at the dented door, and the fuming (stunned?) teacher standing in front of it, and had to agree. Current Mood: discontent |
| Monday, March 9th, 2009 | |
| 12:39 am | Fic: Compatibility Issues Author: StaidWaters Title: Compatibility Issues Pairing: None Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, not making a profit Summary: The Doctor and the Tardis have a complicated relationship. Character study. 8888888888888888888888888888888888888888 If some people's memories are minefields, the Doctor's is the aftermath of Armageddon: twisted wreaks of once great cities, smoldering piles of corpses, and the only things left alive are the weapons that made it all happen, billions of them armed and waiting to be triggered, locked behind concrete walls as thick as the Doctor's mind could make them, and buried deep beneath the surface. (The only thing he fears is himself. The Tardis classifies it as stress induced paranoia.) His memory is a grotesque museum of once-beautiful moments, full of the echoes of the most glorious and fabulous things in all of time and space, all of which ceased to exist once the Tardis jumped ahead in time. (Death notices stalk him through history books, art, entertainment, tours of ancient ruins. They blindside him, but the Tardis always knows beforehand- logically, time must destroy everything eventually.) He frantically memorizes perfect days, minutes, seconds and holds them tight to his soul as a balm against the weeping sores of the past and a ward against the ravages of the future. He believes in them as fervently as a prayer. (But the Tardis knows when their time is over, and tags them all deceased in her memory banks. He tries to ignore her, but their minds are entwined, and he can't help seeing the ruin and decay.) The Tardis is the last remnant of Gallifrey, of home. The Doctor holds tight to her, like a drowning man a log. (His desperation scares her, and she wraps herself around him and through him, offering comfort, seeking protection. She opens herself up to him, and he drinks her down greedily.) Timelords were never meant to be alone in their heads. (Pain shared is halved.) But a Tardis isn't a proper substitute for another Timelord. (Her logic chases his faith like a fox coursing after a rabbit, and only terror gives him the speed to stay ahead.) The Tardis is everything to the Doctor. (But sometimes he wonders what it would be like to travel alone.) 8888888888888888888888888888888888888888 I have no clue where this came from, since I actually see the Tardis as more of an older sister, teasing him mercilessly, "Oh, you wanted to go THERE, did you? Too bad!" while protecting him ferociously from anyone who'd try to harm him. "He's MINE, and no one but me gets to mess with what's mine. So back the fuck off, tinhead." (Yes, my mental Tardis has quite the mouth on her.) Current Mood:  amusedCurrent Music: airplanes coming in for a landing |