gentlemen, you can't fight in here!

lintwhite — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 02:51:09 GMT

MOVED ----> yuripetrov

Add me if you'd like. It won't upset me if you don't - think of it as a friend's cut, if you will, if you've been meaning to get rid of me (I hope that isn't the case, though.)

It's been a good six years being here but as these things go, it's time to move on. It's a bit hard leaving here as lintwhite is synonymous with "Layne" in my head but change can be a good thing, a refreshing thing. This place is full of memories but also dead journals and communities I don't wish to be a part of any longer so I think starting over is best.

Thank you to everyone for putting up with me for the past six years here and hopefully we'll have an even grander time over at yuripetrov.

lintwhite — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 00:49:31 GMT

So, yesterday, Mom got a call from Target asking me if I could come in for an interview today. Which I flopped around excitedly about because holy shit, someone thought my application was decent enough to warrant an interview and also because Target was one of my top picks out of the five hundred million applications I put in.

I won't describe the interview process in detail because...it was very long but I came away with what they called a "conditional job offer." Meaning, I suppose, that if I pass the drug test and show up for the orientation next week, I have the job? They even asked me to get a red shirt and khaki pants so I suppose they mean business, no pun intended. I'm not getting my hopes but I'm kind of tripping out here. I did not expect anything to come out of this.

Look at me, not being a failure :'D

Keep in mind these are horrible because cameras baffle me :S

The exterior of our house is breathtaking in its hideousness.

It was going to say, "HEY FUCKASSES WELCOME TO MY ROOM" but...I didn't want my mom to see that...

Oh and I also wanted to say that I'm going to be moving journals soon. I don't have a name picked out for a new one but I'll announce it when I do. Anyone who is friended here is free to follow me there and also free to not follow me (although it's appreciated if you do.)

this is so fucking long

lintwhite — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 04:33:22 GMT

I am broadcasting live from Ole Miss!

I'll give you the shortest version possible, so let's start with the drive up. It was hellacious. For starters, it's a six hour drive and I've never driven more than an hour before so I wasn't used to that. Not only that, but this is the longest I've ever traveled. Ever. In my entire life. Originally I was going to drive Mom home and then I passed through Jackson and I thought I was going to piss myself (I might have - I held my pee for most of the trip.) I have never seen such traffic in the wee hours of the morn :| Fucking 18-wheelers, why do you like to be so large and scary.

We arrived in Oxford at around 5:00-ish in the morning. We found Ole Miss, first and foremost, and I drove around the front part of the campus, squealing, except it was still dark and I couldn't see anything. So then Mom and I went to get food at IHOP and then sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot for a few, just resting and I walked around and tried to take pictures of the humongous hills in the distance. (You should see the hills here, it's unbelievable. Even on campus, there are hills that are almost impossible to walk up.)

So...then came orientation. We got there early, at around 7:30 or thereabouts. We were escorted into an auditorium-type building and were made to wait FOREVER until the presentation started. Now, in my mind, I was thinking it would be a guy speaking for a few minutes and then we'd be let go to take care of our business. Uhh...yeah, no. First a guy actually did speak, then the room FLOODED with these orientation helper people and then got on stage and fucking DANCED. I shit you not: they danced. I was so embarrassed. Then the same guy spoke some more. Then another guy spoke. Then the orientation people led us to the buildings where we would hear more about our majors. Since I changed majors, I just went ahead and went to with the education guys, even though my tag said journalism.

The education presentation was fairly brief: the man was nice and I was given a paper that said which classes I should take and whatnot. There wasn't much I didn't know before and to be honest, I can't remember much from it :| But like I said, I wasn't new to a lot of it so it was all right. Then we were released for lunch and it's at this point I should tell you something incredibly TMI: I have hemorrhoids. Bad ones. That flare up a lot. And I was having a terrible, terrible flare up during this entire thing. I couldn't walk, it felt like someone was stabbing me in my stomach every time I took a step. So I had to walk back to the cafeteria like this and I managed to eat something but I was in such pain that nothing tasted good.

After that, I had to take care of my Phi Theta Kappa scholarship issue so we headed over to financial aid. By the time I was called, it was past time for me to go to my adviser meeting so I left my name and number and hoped they'd get back soon. Then we got lost. We read the map wrong and ended up on the opposite place we were supposed to be. Yeah. It was 1:40 and I had needed to be there by 1:15 and I was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Like...having a total meltdown. By some miracle, we found the building and I FLEW IN, hoping that everyone would still be there.

I was the last one but everyone was still making schedules and talking with advisers and I was shaking like a leaf because I was so convinced no one would be there. Right off the bat, my adviser started loading me down with classes rapid fire, hardly asking me what I wanted to take or even giving me a choice in anything. I was like...um. Um. I have...a minor...I want to arrange. And the lady was like, "Oh, well...we don't have minors in education." OH GOD MY HEART. I felt that strange feeling of fear I get when my teeth hurt and my ears start buzzing and I started to PANIC. I was like, "B-bu-but I came here because I had specific classes I wanted to take in addition to my major and oh my God."

The lady must have seen that I was on the verge of breaking down and she was like, "Oh, well, what classes?" Then she explained that the reason she did everything so quickly and tried to shove classes on me was that 90% of everyone wants to get out in two years and they want to take as much as quickly as possible. And...I'm not like that. I ain't rushing shit. I mean, I'm not going to be one of those people who have been pursuing a bachelor's for like seven years but I'm not going to take as much as possible just to get out. I want to enjoy this. I want to take as many Japanese classes as I can. So I explained this to her and she was like, "Oh! In that case, what do you want to take?"

This is my schedule, for now. The classes in bold are ones I am waitlasted on, which basically means I'm not technically in but when someone drops, I'll be added. I am told that there is a 100% chance at getting into waitlisted classes. Here's to hoping because ha ha, I need 12 hours to get financial aid!

Monday
Japanese 101
9:00-9:50

Introduction to Music
12:00-12:50

Tuesday
Japanese 103
9:30-10:45

Survey of Brit Lit since Romantic Period
11:00-11:50

Education, Society, and the K-12 Learner
2:00-3:15

Wednesday
Survey of Brit Lit since Romantic Period
8:00-8:50

Japanese 101
9:00-9:50

Introduction to Music
12:00-12:50

Thursday
Survey of Brit Lit since Romantic Period
11:00-11:50

Education, Society, and the K-12 Learner
2:00-3:15

Friday
Japanese 101
9:00-9:50

Introduction to Music
12:00-12:50

I have been instructed to attend the waitlisted classes as if I am actually attending them and give the professor my name at the end. So fingers crossed. But I am pretty certain I'm in. Also, that Japanese class is probably way too simple for me? So I may be allowed to take a higher level course. I'll have to speak with the instructor. If not, I could stay there and perhaps move up next semester? I know that might be viable.

Also, see that one at 2:00? Yeah, that's an actual course for my major. Holy shitsnacks, I'm taking courses for my fucking major. It's happening, bros. Also, I am not sure how I am going to manage to get across campus to in ten minutes to get to these classes unless I park in one central-ish spot and just...walk? Maybe? I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE BUILDINGS THESE ARE IN. So I'm going around tomorrow to see and scout things out and actual find a less complicated route back to my dorm.

So anyway! I believe that's when Mom and I went to the hotel. Maybe we did something else. I don't think we did. I had fully intended to go swimming at the hotel but my ass was killing me and I fell asleep watching Food Network, ooops. Then I got woke up by Mom sobbing a few hours later because she was basically stranded in Oxford and she said she'd seen me sleeping and thought of me as a baby and oh, Mom ;___; (She actually started crying in Zaxby's today telling me this. I FELT TERRIBLE FOR ASKING.) And the hotel wasn't nearly as bad as the reviews had led me to believe. It was pretty decent but not worth the $93 we paid for the damn thing.

After we left the hotel, we went over to Wal-Mart to pick up some supplies/get breakfast at Subway/psych ourselves up for going back over to the campus :| While we were seeing if Wal-Mart carried mace, I got a call from financial aid and they were like, "We don't see Phi Theta Kappa on your transcript." And I was like AW HELL NO. It's actually right there under honors graduated or graduated honors or what the fuck ever and the girl was like...oh. Oh. YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT "OH." So it was added. All of my happy tears ;___; I eventually added it to my awards. I have enough financial aid, more happy tears ;___;

We finally got up the courage to make it back over to the campus. It was move-in day but I actually did not have a dorm to move into! See, this whole time, I knew I didn't have a dorm assignment because I missed the day to get mine. So I was thinking that I wasn't going to get a room and I'd have to withdraw for the semester and drink myself to death. At first the lady on the phone gave me a fucking heart attack by saying I didn't have a room but then reassured me very quickly that I could get an assignment after I started going, "WAIT WHAT WHAT."

It took us an hour to find the building. No one knew exactly where the housing office was located because the building it's usually in is being renovated so it's shoved into this one building on the steepest fucking hill that Oxford has to offer. Mom and I missed it twice because the hill was so steep that you could not see the building from the sidewalk. I asked for the cheapest dormitory and was assigned room 1013 in Crosby Hall. I was like...whatever. If I have a bed, I'm all right.

Part of me is sort of regretting asking for the cheapest? The cheapskate in me is happy but the person who has to ride the rickety elevator up to floor 10 is screaming. This dorm looks like a high rise industrial building from far off. I would never have known it was a dormitory from looking at it, for reals. And floor 10. FLOOR 10. I cannot even look out my door window without feeling faint. I CAN SEE FOREVER. This is not necessarily a good thing. Also about the dorm: there is one central place to shower for so many girls (I'm not sure the whole number here but I don't think it's the whole floor?) There's a fairly large area to shower and then a smaller place to dry off and change. It was...an experience for me. I forgot I had a pad in my shower caddy and I almost soaked the fucking thing. Then I didn't close the curtain and I got water EVERYWHERE. But the dry off area is large enough that I can get dressed but I got my...pants leg...wet so...I won't do that next time :|

At the moment, I don't have a roommate. This is subject to change and I don't exactly care either way. It would be nice not to be holed up in this tiny room all alone but...it would also be nice to be holed up in this tiny room all alone. At least if I'm alone I can fart and be naked all I like and spread my things all over the place. But who knows, I might be thinking differently come tomorrow.

So, after the horrifying move-in and saying tearful goodbyes in the Applebee's parking lot, here I am. I'm not going to lie: I sobbed on the way back here from who fucking knows what. I am just full of so many emotions right now. I'm scared, I'm excited, I'm worried that I won't get into my waitlisted classes, I'm confused. I'm just...trying to sort everything out right now. This is such a new experience for me that I'm not sure where to turn next. But hopefully this will be a good experience.

Video tour L M A O

And pictures, just because.

And now I have to go find out how to activate this phone.

lintwhite — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 23:32:02 GMT

After a...patience-testing afternoon at McDonald's where the Internet stopped working right in the middle of the episode, Meg and I moved on to Hardees, where we finished watching Tiger & Bunny 12 in all of its fucking glory.

❖ I was surprised with Ivan's shuriken throwing abilities. I figured he just kept them as a weeaboo hobby, not as actual weapons. I'm impressed. If it hadn't been Jake he was against, I have a feeling one of those bastards would have sunk in. But where was he keeping them in that skin-tight suit?

❖ So, there's been a lot of back-and-forth about Kotetsu and Barnaby and what happened when they went to get Jake/rescue Ivan. Honestly, I think that Kotetsu meant well. It isn't that he doesn't trust Barnaby - he just knows that Barnaby has a tendency to go off the deep end when Jake is concerned and I think he was, in good faith, trying to prevent that. But in pure Kotetsu fashion, he acts before the thinks. Barnaby, of course, took this as him not trusting him because he's delicate when it comes to trust. I'm not going to be all OH NO MY WAIFU IS GETTING BASHED because yes, I do believe that Kotetsu was in the wrong, even if he didn't mean to be. But there's no definitive "blame" to be placed, I think. And people need to chill the fuck out - that's just Kotetsu. He's not being a moralfag or overly righteous or whatever. He was just trying to prevent another Bunny freakout. Am I right?

❖ My heart when Keith tells Barnaby, "I promise to seize and bring him back to you." My heart.

❖ DAT TWIST. Honestly, a one-on-one showdown with Jake was not what I pictured this episode turning into. I more saw them storming his headquarters and him beating the living shit out of them. I...approve of this upgrade? Also, Jake and Kriem using the hero cards to choose the hero - I LOL'd.

❖ KEITH IS SUCH A FUCKING BADASS. Like Ivan up there, if it hadn't been Jake, he would have wiped the floor with him. It was good to see him get some action. But you know what was also good to see? Him getting the hell beat out of him (d...dat scream.) Not that I like seeing my pure waifu like that but...it set a tone for the episode. If the King of fucking Heroes can't do it...y'know? It also shows us that even though Keith is the "ace", he's still very much beatable and very much human. I liked that. But I will admit to being on the edge of my seat the entire time, fuck you very much, /a/.

❖ I also approve of the ~DARK~ path the show is going down right now (like showing Keith and Antonio strung up, damn.) It's like Harry Potter - everything is horrible but the manning up works and you can't help but love it. Shit is getting more and more real. I can't see it staying like this - things are going to get brighter, I think, in the next episode or two. Also, the timeskip that's supposed to happen...worries me. But it'll probably end up being a good timeskip so I...don't know. My thoughts are conflicted.

❖ Anges creaming herself over the ratings. I wanted to think she was buying them time but...it's Agnes we're talking about. The ship would be sinking and she'd still be instructing the cameramen to shoot footage. That single-mindedness of her's is kind of adorable, in a strange way.

❖ Can...can I just...say that I...actuallylikeJakeandKriem. I despised them last week. I should hate them for all the shit they're fucking up. I should and yet...they are the most adorable of villains. Damn it, Tiger & Bunny, for making me love even your fucking bad guys. But...them eating miso soup, Kriem still trying to put on her makeup and Jake panning the camera on her just because she was, Jake dancing. I...ship them. Is that bad? He will probably end up killing her at the first sign of betrayal, which isn't likely but he's that kind of person - look at what he did to Chuckman and his big black moeblob eyes. He simply does not care. I do not see her lasting that long.

❖ NOBODY IS DEAD...yet. Sobbing.

❖ SPECULAH ❖
Barnaby does not win next week or either he does and Jake decides to destroy half the city anyway. The suits can't do anything because the signal has been jammed. I see that being a plot point, given the screentime devoted to Ivan telling the big-wigs that. This might save everyone's asses. Then Lunatic appears and...probably gets killed. I would like to see Yuri being a badass, at least once. Please make it happen, Sunrise.

Jake definitely has some kind of psychic ability. How else would he know that Ivan was really Origami Cyclone? I mean, besides really good guessing, of course. He didn't know Chuckman's personality and given that Kriem was fine around him, there was no reason to suspect he was secretly Ivan unless he could read his mind. Then there's him knowing Kotetsu's real name, right after Kotetsu thinks it to himself. Hmm...

This is the longest of shots but someone brought this up: Jake is not really the murderer of Barnaby's parents and someone (perhaps Maverick?) made Barnaby think so. Apparently he doesn't have a tattoo on his hand when he's getting out of prison and the /a/nons think that Jake wouldn't use a gun. He doesn't seem the type to try to cover his tracks so he'd definitely use his NEXT powers to murder people. I don't know, what do you guys think? I like the "Maverick is secretly a bad guy" idea because I don't really care for him and I could see that happening so, so easily. But it's just speculation. It's probably all wrong but it's interesting to think about.

Wow, I had...a lot of thoughts on this. My weeabooness, let me show you it.

wishin' myself a happy birthday, whatcha gonna do about it

lintwhite — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 05:02:15 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND kriem

i love yuri's tie okay

lintwhite — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 06:29:45 GMT

So, like, uh...sometimes I write things that are awful. I was about to say, "I don't share them!" but then I realized that oh, yes, I do. Which is what I'm about to do. OH HI IF YOU NEVER WANTED TO READ ABOUT BARNABY'S THROBBING ERECTION YOU SHOULD TURN BACK NOW.

In Miniature

A small, blond head of curls passed by Kotetsu's desk. At first he thought it was someone's child, wandering around the office, possibly lost. The words, "Hey, kid - " were on his lips until he saw to whom the head belonged.

It was Barnaby (or something that looked exactly like Barnaby) but entirely in miniature. As if he had gone toe-to-toe with a shrink ray and lost. Even his clothes were tailored exactly to his newfound frame.

"H...hey!" Kotetsu shouted, gesturing wildly. "What's...with you...why do you...!"

Barnaby bristled at the sound his partner's voice and turned his head, scowling. "I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me." He begin walking rapidly in the other direction. Kotetsu stood dumbfounded for a beat, watching Barnaby's tiny legs, no longer slim but short and rather stumpy, like a child's. Kotetsu shook his head and crossed the room in three strides and scooped Barnaby up under his armpits.

Barnaby's legs kept moving, treading air before he realized he wasn't going anywhere. "Hey!" he said, twisting in Kotetsu's grip. "Put me down!"

Kotetsu spun him around and peered closer into his face than Barnaby was comfortable with. "What happened to you?" he asked, eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every inch of Barnaby's appearance.

Barnaby sighed. "It's a long story that I don't care to tell and none of your business."

One Drink

Barnaby had been very naughty. He let a little moan and wiggled his jeans down, just enough to expose his ass, just enough to give Kotetsu a peek. "Look how bad I've been, Papa," he said, whining a little. "Punish me."

Kotetsu covered his face with his hands, mouth agape in horror. He had invited the kid over for a drink - just one drink - and this what greets him after he comes back from the john? Barnaby moaned again and tugged his jeans down over his slender hips, gyrating slowly.

Kotetsu sighed. "Look, Bunny, I'm - I'm not sure what you thought this was going to be." He coughed. "But I'm...I really don't think - "

Barnaby purred. "Oh, come on, Papa! You're not going to let me get away with being cheeky, are you?" He turned around and pouted. "Come on, punish me! I've been so naughty. I deserve a good spanking." Kotetsu noticed the bulge in Barnaby's pants: an erection. He glanced away, embarrassed.

"Okay, kid, this has gone far enough. Come on, pull your pants up, I'm taking you home." Kotetsu took Barnaby by the arm, keeping his eyes averted. Big mistake. Barnaby begin rubbing himself on Kotetsu's leg, like some kind of animal in heat. Kotetsu's instinct was to shove him off but he knew that would only make the problem worse. He instead tried to ease him off.

Another big mistake. This time, Barnaby's pants fell down all the way and his throbbing erection was inches from Kotetsu's leg. "Good Jesus fuck!" Kotetsu said and this time he really did shove Barnaby away. The boy tripped over his own pants and went sprawling backwards, erection and all.

Barnaby scrunched up his face and pretended to start crying. "Papa is mean! Papa doesn't want to punish me!" he pouted. He then begin to pleasure himself, right there on the fucking floor, right in front of Kotetsu, God, and whoever else was unfortunate enough to see it. Then he thew up on himself.

One drink. It was just one fucking drink.

Listen to Your Father

"Kaede..." At first Kotetsu's voice was pleading, begging. Please, don't. Don't do this to Papa. When she still stood there, arms crossed, as unmovable as a boulder, is when his voice took on a more serious edge. 9-years-old and she thought she ran the show. "Kaede. As your father, I forbid you."

Kaede scoffed. "Father - ?!"

"Yes, Father. I'm telling you that you can't. You're still just a kid."

She stamped her foot. "I am not a kid! Stop treating me like I'm a kid!" She tossed her hands up in the air, rolled her eyes. "Whatever! It doesn't even matter what you think anyway."

Kotetsu narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Kaede faltered for a moment, afraid perhaps she had gone one step too far. "You...you're never home. It's like...you're not even...my father anymore." Her expression softened, her eyes downcast. "I miss you a lot."

"Oh." Kotetsu felt most of his anger running out of him. That old bit of guilt, that feeling that never quite went away, throbbed inside of him. Like a cut that never healed. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Kaede...I'm - "

"Don't...say you're sorry, Dad," sighed Kaede. "I don't care." The words came out more vicious than she had intended. "But...Grandma said it was all right so...I'm going to do it. I'm going to marry Yuri."

Kotetsu resolved to kill his mother right after he killed that damn judge.

lintwhite — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 04:14:11 GMT

Harry had bought the machine off the Muggle website eBay. He had decided he would tell Draco he had bought the contraption at a magical flea market last weekend with Hermione, which was slightly better but not much. And Harry knew that bewitching the thing probably broke a few laws but for the sake of peace and the sake of delicious, delicious candy floss, he decided he could risk it.

Draco came home that evening to find Harry standing over a machine spinning round like a top, full of wispy pink clouds. Draco's eyes grew wide as he shrugged off his coat and laid it over a bar stool. "My God, Potter! What's all this!" He hoped it wasn't some strange concoction Harry had whipped up; Lord knew neither of them were much for Potions.

Harry blinked. "It's...it's candy floss." Draco stared back, uncomprehending. Harry sometimes wondered how Draco found him way home every night. "You know, spun sugar."

Draco nodded. "Ah, I see. I'm going to have a bath before dinner. You did make dinner, didn't you, Potter?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's retreating figure. But his eyeroll was quickly replaced by a look of panic. He had been so engrossed in his candy floss, he had completely forgotten about dinner.

Draco sank down into a nice bath - bubbles, tiny toy boat, the works. Today had not been a particularly stressful one; far from it, really. But he liked to believe it had been, so as to enjoy his bath more. "Ahhh," he sighed, lather coating his chin and ears. "This is nice." He sniffed the air, seeing if he could make out what might be for dinner but all he could smell was soap.

"Aaaaaarghhhhh!"

Draco slipped under the water in surprise and came up spluttering. What on earth - ?

"Malfoy! For the love of God, Malfoy, help - aaaarghhhh!"

Draco leapt from the bath and reached for his towel as quickly as he could. His dinner was in trouble! "Potter!" he screeched as he slid into the kitchen, wand out. "Potter, what is going - "

Harry had his hand in the candy floss machine, up to his elbow. Flecks of blood splattered the counter. "Malfoy, I think - I think something went wrong with the spell - " Harry choked out.

"What? What spell? What are you talking about?"

"Never mind that! Help me, it's eating my arm - aaaaarghhh!" Harry slammed against the counter as the rest of his arm was consumed.

The sheer absurdity of the situation left Draco's mind a blank. What did you do when your boyfriend's arm was being eaten by a candy floss machine? This was definitely not covered by any class at Hogwarts, as far as he knew.

"A...accio!" Draco screamed out, the first spell he could think of.

"No, you idiot!" screeched Harry, as the candy floss machine spat out the mangled remains of his arm and went zooming towards Draco. "Don't call it to you!"

The candy floss hit Draco square in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards over a sofa. Harry held a dish towel to his bleeding stump, managing to make it into the living room in time to see the candy floss machine eating its way through Draco's chest. A look of shock was affixed permanently to Draco's whitened face.

Harry sunk to the floor, feeling very faint. A sob wracked his weak body as the world went black. In the last moments of consciousness, he felt himself raise his own wand and call the machine over to finish its job.

lintwhite — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 06:05:01 GMT

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

lintwhite — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 01:06:19 GMT

I hope you haven't been coming back here and refreshing and finding nothing and oh God /o\ I am a butt for being so late. But um, so um. Hi! Perhaps I should give you a bit of guidance because I honestly can't remember how detailed I made my requests (I hope they were detailed enough!) ALSO I AM ANAL I AM SORRY ;____; I hope I don't make things hard for you.

Hokenshitsu no Shinigami I pretty much wife everyone in this series, except for Yasuda, we'll pretend he doesn't exist. I would ask for backstory for Hades-sensei but we haven't seen much of Keiichi and Niburu in the translated chapters that are out there.

So, um...I guess just anything with Hades-sensei is cool with me. Maybe invent a new disease demon? Maybe one for Ashitaba (since the one-shot doesn't count)? That might be a good angle to work from.

Artemis Fowl Again, this is one where it's up to you. I can only offer suggestions - maybe what happens after the seventh book, when Artemis gets the Atlantis Complex cured?

Venture Brothers This can be as depressing as it needs to be but I don't want it to be a total sob fest (or maybe I do :D:). As I said in the request, I've always been interested in how Brock and Dr. Venture reacted to the boy's first death. I mean, I know Brock already knew about the clones so maybe it was a case of he thought they'd never need to use them? I'd like Dr. Venture to be snarky within reason - they are his children, after all, and we know after the fourth season that their deaths have effected him.

Pet Shop of Horrors I know that D/Leon is a huge pairing but I really don't want it to be be shippy, I want it be more of a reunion of old friends than anything. Like I said, you can choose the situation and whatnot, mostly because I'd take anything. It would be interesting if you set it in the current manga but if you haven't read that one, it's okay.

I will seriously probably like anything you give me so don't worry too much about it.

lintwhite — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 18:35:40 GMT

I propose a contest to see who can make the ugliest icon.

lintwhite — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 23:11:10 GMT

Not finished yet with chapter three and I thought I might as well go ahead and post chapter four.

Note: Internal dialouge is in brackets.

PAGE ONE
Mimasaka: You've looked around but there's no one here...you're certain you can hear rough sounds in this neighborhood. But, you think it's weird. You go under the lights and stop your bike.

Ashitaba: Ye...yeah. [I watched Mimasaka-kun do this yesterday with the "rapid fire conversation". I already know the ending to this story but I'm not going to say it...]

Mimasaka: And so...hey, are you even listening?

Ashitaba: Huh? Yeah. The hair from a chopped-off head gets caught up in the bike's wheel?

Mimasaka: Wha...you bastard, you know what I was talking about!

Ashitaba: Ah...that's...um...

PAGE TWO
Mimasaka: Hurry up and tell me, if you know! Don't act like you're mute!

Ashitaba: I...I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

[after school]
Ashitaba: Man, school's over...

PAGE THREE
Mimasaka: Hey, Ashitaba!

Ashitaba: Mimasaka...kun.

Mimasaka: How do I look? It really suits me, huh?

Ashitaba: Uh...I thought you were in the basketball club...

Mimasaka: Oh, yeah. I didn't like it so I quit. So I'm definitely into baseball from now on.

Team mate: Bastard, don't go wearing the uniform around for your own convinence!

Mimasaka: Jeez, it doesn't matter.

?: Please! Wait!

PAGE FOUR
?: Kaburagi-san! If you were in a match, it would be a dream!

?: Kaburagi-san, join the tennis club!

?: The swimming club!

?: The track club!

Kaburagi: How many times do I have to tell you? I'm in the handicrafts club!

?: No way, you'll tear everything up. What are you talking about?

?: That's right, it doesn't fit you.

?: No, join the kendou club.

Kaburagi: Noooo!

Mimasaka: Ohh, there's Shinya.

Ashitaba: Yesterday's PE was amazing...

Kaburagi [in flashback]: A homerun...ahhh...

Hades-sensei: Compresses and gauze...bandages. Does anyone need disinfectant? I've got cots you can use...

PAGE FIVE
Hades-sensei: Get your sports injuries healed quickly...maintain a healthy body...

Ashitaba: Se..sensei...

Hades-sensei: Oh, Ashitaba-kun and Mimasaka-kun. You're not hurt, are you?

Mimasaka: Is it okay for you not to be in the infirmary...?

Hades-sensei: It's okay, Fuji-kun is watching it for me.

Ashitaba: That's...not okay...

Hades-sensei: Traveling infirmary...does anyone need the infirmary?

Ashitaba: That's...not good.

Mimasaka: Well, I should be getting back. If I don't become a regular member, I can't keep my position. Come by every once in a while!

Ashitaba: Ah, yeah...good luck. [A club, huh...everyone (except for Mimasaka-kun) is really serious about them.]

PAGE SIX
Motoyoshi: Ashitaba-kun.

Ashitaba: Ah...um, Motoyoshi-kun.

Motoyoshi: Going home now?

Ashitaba: Ah, yeah I am...

Motoyoshi: I see. I thought I was going to home with Micchan. Looks like he's getting all fired up. If it's okay, we could go home together.

Ashitaba: Huh? Sure, that's fine...

PAGE SEVEN
Ashitaba: [What kinda stuff should we talk about...Motoyoshi-kun hasn't been talking much. Isn't he one of Mimasaka-kun's friends...] Ah, um...

Motoyoshi: Let's stop with all the tension. We certainly don't know each other well.

Ashitaba: Ah, well...that's...[don't say it so bluntly...]

Motoyoshi: Ashitaba-kun, lately you've been hanging out with Micchan...

PAGE EIGHT
Ashitaba: Y...yeah? Well, Mimasaka-kun likes to talk a lot...I end up being the one who's listening...

Motoyoshi: Fufufu...are you bragging?

Ashitaba: Eh...?

Motoyoshi: Micchan's always had lots of friends. That's fine but...he hasn't really be hanging out with me...thanks to you.

Ashitaba: Re...really? [What is this? What should I do...I know! I'll change the subject first]...right, um. It was a bad idea, Fuji not coming, huh...

PAGE NINE
Motoyoshi: We're not talking about Fuji right now, are we?

Ashitaba: [Sc...scary!]

Motoyoshi: Well, Micchan and I...we've been friends since kindergarten...well, this is my place. See you at school tomorrow.

Ashitaba: Huh? Ye...yeah, see you later.

Motoyoshi: Hey, Ashitaba-kun, if you want...

PAGE TEN
Motoyoshi: We could walk home tomorrow too.

[At school]
Fuji: See you later, Ashitaba.

Ashitaba: Ahh, see you tomorrow! Now...

Motoyoshi: Hey, Ashitaba-kun.

PAGE ELEVEN
Motoyoshi: I've been waiting. Let's walk home today.

Text: One week later.

Ashitaba: I...I can't do it again today...the infirmary...

PAGE TWELVE
Hades-sensei: Wha...A...Ashitaba-kun!

Fuji [narrowly dodging Ashitaba being thrown]: Uwaaah! You bastard, what are you doing? The bed next to me is empty!

Hades-sensei: Oh, so...sorry. I was just so surprised.

Fuji: Who is that? Ashitaba?

PAGE THIRTEEN
Ashitaba: Uhh...

Hades-sensei: Ahh...are you all right?

Fuji: What have you been doing?

Hades-sensei: You're suffering from extreme lack of sleep...did something happen?

Ashitaba: Mo...Motoyoshi-kun...

Fuji: Motoyoshi? Mimasaka's childhood friend?

Ashitaba: Lately...I've been walking home with him every day. But...

PAGE FOURTEEN
Ashitaba: Everyday, I have to endure him talking about Mimasaka-kun...

Motoyoshi [in flashback]: I was born with a weak body. Because of that, I was teased sometimes. But, ever since I became friends with Micchan, no one has teased me. Since he's always been big, he's really good in fights. Micchan...has protected me. He really is my hero. Are you listening?

Fuji: Enough...I don't want to die.

Ashitaba: Right? That's not even the prolouge...

Hades-sensei: All he talks about is Mimasaka-kun...?

Ashitaba: Y...yeah. It's weird. Even though I'm just listening...

PAGE FIFTEEN
Ashitaba: I feel all this pressure. Why is Motoyoshi-kun...doing this to me...

Hades-sensei: Hmm...

Fuji: Hey, Mimasaka! Tell Motoyoshi to stop messing with Ashitaba. If you tell him, he'll listen.

Mimasaka: Who? What are you talking about?

Fuji: Motoyoshi, your childhood friend...

PAGE SIXTEEN
Mimasaka: Motoyoshi. Hey, ever since we were kids, he's been a really good guy.

Fuji: Well, in reality, that "good guy" has completely worn Ashitaba out.

Mimasaka: That ain't right...

Fuji: You...

Mimasaka: Listen! He's my close friend. He's a good person, always has been. He's just VERY shy! Even though I've never been in his position, he's not someone who can just talk to anyone. Motoyshi, going after somebody? He's hit his head or ate something bad or been possessed...by demons...

PAGE SEVENTEEN
?: Ashitaba-kun.

Ashitaba: Fuwaah?

?: How are you feeling?

Ashitaba: Ah, sensei. I got a little sleep. I'm feeling a lot better.

?: Really...that's good. Now then...

Ashitaba: Hmm...?

PAGE EIGHTEEN
Secretely Motoyoshi!: Please listen to me again.

Ashitaba: Gyaaaaaaaaaah!

WHO DAT

lintwhite — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 02:46:53 GMT

SAINTS FUCKING WON.

lintwhite — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 23:45:21 GMT

Dear Yuletide Santa,

I'm sorry for this being so late (I'm away from the Internet 90% of the week, so I don't often get the chance to get on as much as I'd like). Also, this is my first time signing up for Yuletide, so I hope I'm doing everything correctly.

What I Like Anything gen that is as close to the original source material is the best for me. Humor is always welcome. AUs are as well, to a certain extent - like absolutely ridiculous concepts (one character shrinks another, brainswitching, bodyswitching, age switching, whatever). Genderswap is all right, too, if it's done well and kept in character. (Like, for example, genderswapped!Thorfinn won't be a moeblob.)

What I Don't Like Romance, slash, out of character antics, angst, and introspective-soul-searching-what-if serious fic tends to bore me. Anything other than that is fine.

All in all, have fun, be creative, don't take it too seriously, it's only fic, after all, and I'll like whatever you give me regardless. ♥

Love,
Layne

☸ AND GREG

lintwhite — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 21:24:01 GMT

Pass a Secret Note ✘ Meme

♪ TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD ♪

lintwhite — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 22:25:15 GMT

Guys, terrible news.

Apparently, the price of Little Debbie snack cakes are going up. So far, I think it's only the pies but holy shit, you guys. I was actually standing there, trying to figure out which one Meg and I would like and I was thinking, "This is the great thing about Little Debbie. Their prices are always so low." Then the lady at the register informed me they were raising prices.

Sigh. Is nothing sacred?

lintwhite — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:17:27 GMT

／l、
（ﾟ､｡７
　l、 ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ

It's the most wonderful time of the year

lintwhite — Wed, 26 Dec 2007 00:12:20 GMT

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Hope your holiday was very enjoyable (my Christmas ended up being wonderful, go figure) and I love you all and happy birthday, Jesus :D.

Don't have much time, Gabe wants me to try out his new telescope with him. Will do a run-down of my pressies later, if I can remember everything.

♥ ♥ ♥

(LOL, I don't have any Christmas icons. I kind of refused to upload any, since I decided to give up on Christmas this year. :| SO I USED A WINTERY ONE INSTEAD.)

ETA: LISTEN TO ME BADLY SING "THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS", MESS IT UP, AND MAKE BIRD NOISES AT THE END OF THE VERSES.

WHAT'S THAT COMING OVER THE HILL?

lintwhite — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 08:30:37 GMT

I MADE A NEW ICON JOURNAL.

defloweredclam

I am awesome.

lintwhite — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:00:55 GMT

I just heard from my grandmother. My grandfather just came out of surgery and he's doing perfectly okay, everyone went fine.

I'm so relieved I can barely even type this.

LET'S DO THE TIME WHORE AGAIN!

lintwhite — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 16:43:43 GMT

So, yeah, I saw Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time last night and...just...I think the only thing that can sum up my feelings is this: ♥ ♥ ♥ Great movie or greatest movie?

Okay, so I promised HP drabbles a few posts ago, so now that I actually have time to share them, I shall! They're all untitled, because I'm no good at giving things titles. And they're not really drabbles in the "100 word" sense, they're more 150-350 words each. They're mostly DH-related, save for one. So, yeah. :D

SPOILERS LOL

Narcissa lay on the floor clutching her son, almost as though, any moment now, he would slip through her arms and fall through the floor. Draco's face was still bloody.

"Stand up, Lucius," said Voldemort, dangerously. Lucius lay there for a moment, before he struggled to his feet, breathing hard. One of his eyes was already blackening from the bruise and he could barely stand from shaking.

"My lord - " he begin, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"Quiet!" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "Where is Wormtail?"

Silence. Then Lucius said, "In the cellar, my lord."

Voldemort's nostrils flared for an instant and then he swept from the drawing room, wand raised. In his wake, Lucius stumbled over to his wife, who held out a trembling arm to embrace him.

The cellar was hot and dark, almost earthy. Voldemort's wand tip moved over the room, light passing each corner in turn, until it fell on the body of Wormtail. The light momentarily glinted on the silver hand. An expression of shock was still fixed upon his splotchy face.

"So, it came to that, did it?" Voldemort whispered. "You filthy traitor."

Voldemort was quiet for moment, as if in deep contemplation and then he began to make his way back up the stairs. As he came, his voice rang out, "Draco. I have a job for you."

George had been on the verge of sleep when he heard the voice. Bleary-eyed, he blinked and sat up, looking frantically for the source of the voice. And there, at the end of his bed, sitting as if it were perfectly usual and normal, was Fred. The room was pitch black but Fred seemed to stand out against it, illuminated except he seemingly gave off no light at all.

"F-Fred...!" was all George could manage.

"You don't have to say anything," said Fred. "Or maybe you do, because I'd like an explanation, quite frankly. Close down the shop? Are you mental, George? Do you know how long we spent trying to break into the business - "

"But...you..." said George. He was truly at a loss of words. He blinked again. "Are you really - ?"

"Here? Yes, but don't try and change the subject." His voice was curt, business-like, but his eyes held that old mischevious look George had seen so many times before. "Listen. You can't shut down the shop on my account. Think of how far we've come! You're going to throw all of that away just because I snuffed it?"

George opened his mouth, then closed it again, then said, "But...it's...it's not the same, you know. I don't think I can do it."

"Of course you can!" said Fred. "We've just suffered a minor, unforseen setback, is all. Think of it like that. Now, I won't hear another word against it, all right? You're going to get up tomorrow, go into work, and not think another thing about it. If you don't, I'll haunt you for all eternity." There was faintest hint of smirk on his lips.

When George didn't say anything, Fred added, "I heard you've been getting on famously with Percy. Funny, that. It takes me dying for you to finally get along with old Perce." He smiled. "So, we are in agreement here?"

"Y-yeah," said George. He seemed to be struggling to say something, but did not know exactly what he was struggling to say.

Fred nodded. "Right, well, I go to be heading off. And this meeting is just between you and me, okay? I don't think Mum needs to know you're receiving messages from your dead brother from beyond the grave." He winked. "Oh," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Next time you see Harry, tell him everyone said hi."

And with that, Fred had vanished, just as quietly as he had appeared.

"I don't see why they have to advertise it," Uncle Vernon said gruffly. The colorful ad flickered on the TV, women dancing in a circle, an upbeat female voice talking enthusiastically about four-wall protection.

Dudley had been sent to the kitchen momentarily and he hung in the hallway, hands in his jean pockets, slouching. Harry, on the other hand, who was rarely allowed to sit and enjoy the company of the Dursleys, wished more than anything he would have been ordered out of the room as well.

"I mean, your lot know what to do, Petunia," Uncle Vernon added, inclining his head towards the TV. Aunt Petunia pursed her lips together tightly and gave her husband a sharp look. "It's the third one we've seen tonight! You'd think you'd get the message after the first time, wouldn't you? But no..."

And he went off on a rant, only half-making sense, dragging in the government and the Prime Minister into it all, and generally ranting for the sake of ranting.

Dudley, assuming the coast was clear, began to waddle back into the room when another ad filled the screen, this time boasting absorbency and excellent leak prevention.

The next day, a brisk and sunny Saturday, the Dursleys left Harry alone at home and went off to buy a new television, as their current one was smashed in and had a house slipper hanging off the jagged edges of the screen.

All around him, potraits of headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts past slept, leaning against frames, propped up on elbows.

How many times he had sat opposite this chair, stared into Dumbledore's eyes, which, depending on the circumstances, would be bemused, disappointed, saddened, jubilant. In the later years, they had become something of friends, it seemed, confidantes (sp?). He had never been sure if he had ever made it known to Dumbledore how much valued his trust in him. Severus Snape, the great double agent, the Death Eater who sold out Lily and James to the Dark Lord. He wouldn't have even trusted himself.

And there had been one night, a particularly harsh night, when Dumbledore had poured both a glass of gin. The rain outside was lashing against the windows and Snape had been slumped forward in the chair, staring down at his glass moodily.

It can be nice to forget every now and then, Dumbledore had said, inclining his glass towards Snape. Then he smiled broadly but the gesture did not quite reach his eyes; he seemed, for an instant, more tired, aged.

For hours, it seemed, they had talked, discussing the students, sharing old stories and reliving moments forgotten over the years. The more gin he drank, the more frank had Snape talked, finally confiding things he had only shared once before. Of memories and thoughts. Lily.

It was nice to forget every now and then, knock back and let the world carry on without you for a bit. He missed that. EMO SNAPE WARNING LOL

Now for a meme, stolen from everyone:

Name one of my fandoms and I will tell you:

01. The first character I first fell in love with
02. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
03. The character everyone else loves that I don't
04. The character I love that everyone else hates
05. The character I used to love but don't any longer
06. The character I would shag anytime
07. The character I'd want to be like
08. The character I'd slap
09. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise

You guys know my fandoms, right? If not: Harry Potter, Good Omens, Venture Brothers, Inuyasha, Gravitation, Trigun, and I suppose I could include Yami no Matsuei as well.

This post going to be kept open, in case I want to LL the drabbles anywhere. :D

ETA: I can't stop formatting this post, help!

lintwhite — Fri, 25 May 2007 00:41:30 GMT

I LIVE!!!!!!!1one

lintwhite — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 02:46:54 GMT

QUICK! Someone tell me, is "watashi wa moto o suki desu" correct Japanese for "Things (or thing) I like". I need to know!

<3

lintwhite — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 05:57:25 GMT

I have an announcement to make.

I'd like to announce the engagement of this man and emosasquatch.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet. - William Shakespeare.

I guess the best things really DO come in small packages...lame lame

lintwhite — Fri, 17 Mar 2006 21:43:48 GMT

OMG GUESS WHAT WE FOUND AT WAL-MART TODAY.

MINI BANANAS.

And so, after throwing them into the cart and telling Mom we simply had to have them, I took them out to the picnic table (along with the regular-sized bananas, y'know, for a comparison shot) and had a little nanner photo shoot.

The mini bananas, all by their lonesome. Aren't they darling?

In comparison with regular-sized bananas. O.O

Mini bananas behind my veiny hand.

I also made a mini banana dance icon as well. Look at 'em go!

I love mini bananas. *loves* I hope they taste good; I haven't tried them yet since ~~OMG I don't want to eat the baby nanners!~~ they're not quite ripe yet - just give them a day or so and they'll be ready for munching ~~Oh, God, bananas, escape while you still can!~~

ETA: Apparently, Cassy has known about the bananas for sometime now. I officially feel like a boob. :(

You should have let me make you a cake, cause I feel like a cheap friend now...

lintwhite — Tue, 24 Jan 2006 01:47:20 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CASSY!