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jade_sabreSo I owe y'all a real update! But I'm procrastinating on packing and really should stop doing that. So, two things.
1. MEME. Comment, and I'll do an insta-drabble ficlet thing, prompted from whatever icon you use. Or if you don't have an icon for what you want just give me a random prompt. You may see examples of my previous work on this meme here.
2.
Um. Is it sad that Animal and I know the same set of lyrics to this song?
...actually this performance pretty much mirrors my own way of singing this song.
1. MEME. Comment, and I'll do an insta-drabble ficlet thing, prompted from whatever icon you use. Or if you don't have an icon for what you want just give me a random prompt. You may see examples of my previous work on this meme here.
2.
Um. Is it sad that Animal and I know the same set of lyrics to this song?
...actually this performance pretty much mirrors my own way of singing this song.
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Date: 2009-05-14 06:45 pm (UTC)oh Lord I know nothing about the fandom this makes absolutely no sense I'm sorry
Date: 2009-05-14 07:26 pm (UTC)The day started as usual: he woke, yawned, scratched himself, threw on his uniform, and went to work. Granted, the girls there giggled a little more than usual when they saw him, but he just did as he always did: scowled and went on his way, muttering under his breath. For some reason they seemed to think this was even cuter than normal, but he increased the volume of his muttering so as to drown out the giggles. If he concentrated really hard, he could even hear his own heart beat over their tittering. He slouched down at his desk and proceeded to spend another day as he normally did, plotting evil deeds and planning on how to kill the girls while his code compressed.
It wasn't until he went to the board meeting that he realized something was actually amiss: when his boss looked up to greet him, an expression of pure fury crossed his face. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, KID," his boss yelled. "WHAT IS IT DOING IN MY OFFICE."
He looked down to where his boss was pointing to his chest, and was horrified to see a big, red heart scrawled there, as if someone had taken a red paintbrush and gone crazy on his uniform. Reddening with embarrassment and anger, he fled his boss's wrath and made his way over to the other department. There the lights were on, bright and cheery, and the scent of flowers filled the air. The women were beautiful, the men were handsome, and all of them seemed prone to inappropriate fits of laughter.
Scowling even deeper, he went to his best friend's cubicle and slammed against the wall, hard enough to shake down the autographed pictures hanging there. "This was your idea?"
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe," his friend said, looking up at him impishly. "The heart looks good on you."
"Never!" he cried, and stripped off his shirt with a flourish. "Keep the stupid thing."
He stalked back into his office, and stopped dead as every female head in the place swiveled to see his shirtless form. It wasn't until he found himself being carried away by a throng of foaming fangirls, that he realized that the heart had only been a decoy.
But he would have revenge, he thought, as the fangirls molested him. Oh yes. He would have revenge.
Re: oh Lord I know nothing about the fandom this makes absolutely no sense I'm sorry
Date: 2009-05-14 07:55 pm (UTC)better this than me throwing the cornflower icon or sprata ross at you see what a nice friend i am
oh look another icon
Date: 2009-05-15 04:21 pm (UTC)110 words
Sometimes clouds drift up from below the horizon and you don't notice it; you're too busy lying on your back looking at the sky above you, big and deep and blue and everywhere, encompassing your entire focus. They're little, innocuous things, and as they swim across your line of sight you take the time to assign shapes to them, making pictures out of splatters of frozen water droplets hanging over your head, waiting to fall down
down
down.
But for now they are content to be shaped according to your vision, or perhaps shaped according to someone else who simply wants you to see them, and smile, if only for a moment.
Re: oh look another icon
Date: 2009-05-15 06:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-14 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-15 06:12 pm (UTC)maybe I will just write a companion drabble. BUT OTHER PEOPLE COME FIRST.
also hey how are you long time no hear from!
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She knew she would never be able to forget it, even as it was happening, knew that every word he spoke into her ear was etching itself on her brain. She wasn't really aware that she knewâshe was too busy focusing on what he was saying, rather than how it was said, or how it was scoring her consciousness. It was his voice and his words and his tone and how he breathed, all coming together to tell her that this boy was used to getting his own way; all coming together to tell her that this boy was used to adversity. It was a contradiction she couldn't process in the moment his fingers gripped her skin, or in the moment when she stood in his doorway and he looked at her with an expression that said he was at once surprised she wasn't forgiving him and utterly resigned to the fact that she hated him and would never change her mind. And so she chose the impression that made more sense to herâangry prince, used to getting his own wayâand filtered everything through it, though the other one lurked beneath that, even more deeply graven into her mind.
"I'll save you from the pirates," he said.
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Date: 2009-05-14 07:13 pm (UTC)Also, that Muppet video is love.
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Date: 2009-05-15 07:32 pm (UTC)100
She threads her fingers through honey-gold hair with years of practice, disguising her nervous twitchings as just another way of preening, pretty and harmless. She bites her lips and looks down as her nurse (though really she's too old for a nurse) describes yet another suitor waiting beyond the heavy oak door separating her bedroom from her receiving room. She doesn't want to meet yet another young man hoping for her hand; she wants a lover who wants her for something more than the thin strands of honey-gold falling around her face as she combs them out, gently.
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Date: 2009-05-15 07:40 pm (UTC)Yay! I look forward to more...or the real thing? Anyway, yay! Thanks!
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Date: 2009-05-14 07:18 pm (UTC)The video made me laugh! Thanks for sharing it.
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Date: 2009-05-17 01:07 am (UTC)(Also, HOCRAP V. V.)
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Every time he asked them what it would be like, they would simply shake their heads, unsmiling (which meant nothing, for none of them ever smiled), and send him on his way, telling him with the slightest of hand gestures that he had shown he was still unready. He finally learned to stop asking aloud, but even as they were placing the mask over his head he couldn't help but look at them with the question in his eyes--they hesitated, but finished tying the black cloth anyway.
When it happened--it was blur, of course, no different from all the blurs he'd undergone until the memory of his movements was burned into his muscles; it wasn't until he was safely perched on a rooftop miles away, sliding his sword into its sheath, that he remembered the wet sound it made as it entered human flesh, and he swore: never again.
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Date: 2009-05-14 07:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-14 07:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-14 08:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-14 08:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-14 08:22 pm (UTC)IN A JAR OF ACID
AT A PARTY.
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Date: 2009-05-14 09:59 pm (UTC)LADIES DIG HIS SNUFF AND HIS GALLANT STROLL
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Date: 2009-05-15 03:46 am (UTC)AND INVENTED COCAINE
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Date: 2009-05-15 06:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-17 01:09 am (UTC)2. ABOVE CONVERSATION ALSO MADE ME LOL.
3. OH DANNY BOY OH DANNY BOY OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH DANNY.
4. 150
They never talk about this side of it.
It's the messy, ugly side, the side that Stephen King couldn't possibly create, though he yearns to imagine it. It's the side of his darker cousins, and of those that created them in the first place. It's the side of those who are still creating, manipulating mankind for their purposes, pulling the strings of their puppets to ensure that they remain hidden and yet in control.
It is history.
It is the history they don't want us to know about, the one they try to hide. But I know the truth. And the more people I tell, the more people will know, until the necromancers and the witches and the vampires and the demons are exposed and left to burn in the sun.
It is truth, and the truth of the matter is this: George Washington was a zombie.
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Date: 2009-05-17 08:28 pm (UTC)lkhdfjl;kghdf;glkahlkfh;kalfdgjfdl;
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That was the most amazing story I've read in my entire life. I WANT A SHORT STORY AROUND IT OH MY GOD.
PS: HAVE YOU SEEN THE VIDEO IT COMES FROM OR ARE YOU LOLING JUST BECAUSE.
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Date: 2009-05-17 08:46 pm (UTC)also all right all right since all I do is write strange historical fiction based on crazy undead ideas YOU MIGHT GET IT SOME TIME THIS SUMMER JUST SAYING.
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Date: 2009-05-17 08:54 pm (UTC)lsdkfhgl;ksadhfglkfhJBHS;DLKAHKLJFDALKDFG 8DDDDDDDDDDDD omg it will be amazing I can tell. a;lksdfhglkdfgfd ♥
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Date: 2009-05-17 09:26 pm (UTC)effing ridiculous.
like wut.
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Date: 2009-05-17 09:58 pm (UTC)There's a JFK one, too :>
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Date: 2009-05-14 08:49 pm (UTC)/flings
also i do love the muppets but i did not grow up with them so i do not have the childhood nostalgia that
yousome have(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-17 05:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-17 08:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-18 11:12 pm (UTC)too soon?
Date: 2009-05-17 01:33 am (UTC)It was a one-time venture. Eichmann was not entirely sure it was a good idea, but He had suggested it and whatever He suggested happened, from innocent things such as the bombing of London to graver matters, such as calling his scraggly feline Herr Kätzchenhose.
The parade lasted all day, winding throughout the streets of Berlin; the original plan had been to have Him duel another player, but mysteriously enough, there were none to be found. In the entire city. Granted most of the city had emptied out, what with the rumors of the invasion and all, but He was still displeased. Luckily, what remained of the populace came out in full force for the victory parade, and His performance was very well-received.
That is, until He saw the tape.
"Wat," He spat, "ist das?"
"Das, Mein Führer?" Eichmann answered.
He jabbed an impatient finger at the display. "Das."
Eichmann looked, and then carefully looked back at Him, avoiding the nervous glances that Himmler sent him. He opened his mouth to give a reply, when He spotted Himmler's guilty look and snapped, "Wat ist das?"
Himmler squirmed, the image of his headbanging replaying on the screen. "Ich--Ich liebe das Banjo."
He glared at him; they never spoke of the incident again.
Re: too soon?
Date: 2009-05-17 05:00 am (UTC)Re: too soon?
Date: 2009-05-17 05:09 am (UTC)also? me too.
man I knew more German than I thought I did.
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Date: 2009-05-14 09:10 pm (UTC)And enjoy the prettiness of the icon :P
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Date: 2009-05-14 09:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-15 12:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-17 02:15 am (UTC)And btw? AHAHAHAHAHAHA
YOU ARE BRILLIANT!
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Date: 2009-05-18 05:54 pm (UTC)bro ken he res till