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2011-08-04T04:36:32Z

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and thus, godstiel was born

2011-05-27T23:07:23Z

for ani_coolgirl

I KNOW I JUST POSTED BUT

2010-10-18T03:47:06Z

Title: To Skaro and Back, or Immortality: A Dalek’s Worst Nightmare
Inspired by and Written for: superfluously
Rating: PG
Fandom: Baccano!/Doctor Who
Characters: Isaac & Miria, the TARDIS (she’s totally a character and you know it), Derek and Lindek the Daleks, and featuring Nine and Rose at the end.
Word Count: 3,408
Disclaimer: I am not Narita or RTD, although sometimes I wish I were.
Warnings: Isaac & Miria?? They’re crack in and of themselves, and this is a crossover, so do prepare yourself for massive amounts of silliness. Also, I quite enjoy the use of italics.
Summary: The Daleks may have to reconsider who their arch-nemesis is when they receive an unexpected visit from two Earthian costume thieves.
Comments: This takes place sometime during the timeline of Series 1 (2005) episodes Aliens of London and World War Three, but also includes time travel to Skaro when it still existed (i.e., before the Last Great Time War but after the Doctor and the Daleks had had enough encounters to consider themselves arch enemies). I haven’t actually seen enough Classic Who to cite specifics, so let’s just assume it is a period in which the Daleks still inhabited Dalek City.

It was raining in London. Isaac and Miria were standing under a tiny umbrella, staring up at Big Ben. Isaac vaguely resembled Sherlock Holmes, with pipe in hand, pointing it up at the giant clock tower with a Holmesian smirk on his face. Miria, probably overdressed and quite uncomfortable in her now damp Victorian layers, glanced sideways at Isaac, curiosity laced all over her pale face.

Isaac puffed on the pipe, pretending for a moment that there was anything in it to smoke, then stuffed it in the pocket of his (also damp) trench coat and grinned like a madman. “Just look at it, Miria!” he exclaimed, his booming voice seeming to echo through the heavy downpour. The devious smugness on his face was directed at the clock, as if to say “I will feel your blood on my hands—tonight.” That is, if clocks had blood, and if they were murdering it, which they were not, especially not tonight. But all the same, the devious smugness of a thief staring down his next target was written all over his face, from the infamous Isaac smirk to the way his eyes sort of glimmered with excitement with the tick of each second passing. Tomorrow, Time as they knew it would be in their hands.

Miria was staring up in awe. “It’s gorgeous, Isaac,” she said, clasping her hands together over her chest. She glanced over at Isaac again, half curiously and the other half still in awe. “You really think we can steal it, Isaac?”

Isaac nodded curtly, completely determined that they could, indeed, steal Big Ben. “Of course we can, Miria!” He paused, as if he were still in the middle of a sentence, and Miria stared at him expectantly. “It’s just going to take a lot of effort, you see?” Miria nodded. “This is certainly bigger than anything we’ve stolen before, but all we’ve got to do is make it fly.” He looked far too pleased with himself, but Miria just beamed at his conclusion.

“Make it fly? How are we gonna do that, Isaac?”

Isaac shoved his hands into the pockets of his trench coat and pulled out the pipe again, raising it gloriously as if to poke the face of Big Ben with the end of it. “It’s simple, Miria,” he started, draping his free arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He puffed on the pipe, then made a swiping motion as if a headline would suddenly appear there. Together they stared up at the clock tower, the cogs in their own heads running so much faster and with more imagination than dear old Ben. “You see, we just have to make time go fast enough that the tower flies by itself. Then, once we’ve got it in the air, we can take it anywhere we’d like—we’ll have Time on our side. Just think: we can travel the world, Miria! Just you, and I, and our good friend Big Ben.”

The next morning, the skies above London were wide and clear and blue. All the things that made up a perfect skyline were in place; birds were chirping, children laughing. Isaac Holmes and Miria Adler strolled down the streets of Westminster, collecting various stares from the good people of London who thought it was strange to walk around in this day and age in full costume. Isaac was puffing bubbles out of his pipe, and Miria walked alongside him, her arm linked with his. They had both obtained hats since last night, Isaac now donning a classic detective cap, while a fancy arrangement of feathers and tulle rested atop Miria’s head. Her heels clicked on the brick pavement, and with each step, they were one less click away from reaching their destination.

A loud rumble came from overheard, and when they looked up, they thought they saw a giant green bug flying through the sky. But of course, bugs aren’t that loud, and they certainly can’t grow to be so big, so the couple continued on their merry way, closing in on Westminster Bridge.

Just as they set foot on the bridge, a huge roaring monster whizzed directly above them, and their heads would have been nearly cut off had Miria not screamed and Isaac not forced them to duck. They stared at the flying thing—the same giant green thing from before—and wondered what on Earth it could be. “Just look at the size of that thing, Miria! It nearly killed us!” Almost dying was exhilarating; especially since dying had become such a novelty once they realized they couldn’t actually stay dead.

“What if it’s hurt, Isaac?” It seemed to be out of control, not able to fly properly in a straight line or even keep altitude. The two thieves stared at it from a distance—

CLANGCRASH!

Miria gasped, then began wailing excessively. “Isaac! Isaac, it hit Big Ben! How will we travel the world now?” Isaac stared at the catastrophe that would have been their ticket to anywhere in the world and pulled Miria close to him, letting a few manly tears stream down his face. He took off his cap and held it close to his heart, mourning the loss of their now timeless friend.

“We’ll find another way, Miria, don’t you worry.” She looked up at him, sniffing, her eyes shining with hope.

“You really think so?”

Isaac grinned that smug grin of his again, letting go of Miria to grab her hands enthusiastically. “I know so, Miria! After all, we got here didn’t we?” Miria’s face lit up and she squeezed Isaac’s hands in her excitement.

“You’re right, Isaac!” Then her face fell as she remembered how exactly they got here. “But now airport security thinks we’re terrorists, Isaac. We’re wanted!”

Isaac brought his hand to his chin, stroking his invisible beard. “Yes, that is a problem, isn’t it... I guess another plane robbery is out of the question then.” Miria nodded solemnly, recalling how they just barely escaped. It sounded like a great idea in theory, but when the a flight attendant realized the two thieves were actually wearing costumes from Indiana Jones and were trying to “recover precious artifacts” from the passengers, she notified airport security at London Heathrow Airport that flight 867 would have two terrorists in custody, which was Isaac and Miria’s cue to make a mad dash for the back of the plane, escaping on a lifeboat a la The Temple of Doom. From there, they managed to row their way to shore and catch a cab from somewhere in rural England—it had, after all, been a somewhat successful plane robbery.

Isaac sighed, but didn’t let that unfortunate chain of events get him down. “We’ll just have to find a different mode of transportation, then, my dear!” The obvious answer, of course, but the fervor in Isaac’s voice was enough to cheer Miria up, and she instantly forgot about the security fiasco and the fact that Big Ben had just been crashed into by a giant alien spaceship.

Amidst the confusion of the masses being herded like sheep by disgruntled police officers and the swarming conglomerate of reporters trying to document the crash, Isaac and Miria forgot which way they intended to go and instead tried to find the nearest clear road. They dodged their way past people, around abandoned cars and picked a direction and began to walk—to where they didn’t know, but that was half the fun. Eventually, they found themselves walking through what looked like an apartment complex.

That’s when they saw it: a large blue wooden box with a something akin to a police siren atop it. POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX it said across the top. Isaac and Miria looked at each other deviously and then sprinted over to the box, circling it in opposite directions, examining it closely. Isaac stopped in front of the doors and studied the sign that was plastered below the left window.

POLICE TELEPHONE

FREE

FOR USE OF

PUBLIC

ADVICE & ASSISTANCE

OBTAINABLE IMMEDIATELY

OFFICER & CARS

RESPOND TO ALL CALLS

PULL TO OPEN

“Miria”—Miria poked her head from around the corner of the box—“come look at this, my dear,” Isaac said, still studying the sign with his hand on his chin. Miria joined Isaac in studying the sign, and when a few seconds of staring at it did not rid her of confusion, she stared up at Isaac curiously.

“What do you think it means, Isaac?” Isaac thought for a moment, then:

“Well, Miria, you see...” He leaned in closer to the sign, reading bits of it out loud to himself, as if that would help him decipher the very plain message. “Aha! It must be some sort of trap! Like—oh, what was that thing called—” Miria looked at him expectantly. “Oh yes! Reverse psychology!”

“Reverse psychology?”

“Yes, Miria! Reverse psychology! Obviously the police want people to use this box to catch criminals—like us—by making them think it’s safe to hide in because it would be the last place the police would suspect to look—you know, like hiding a tree in a forest! But actually, it’s the first place they look!” Isaac beamed, awaiting Miria’s response. After a few seconds, Miria’s face lit up.

“Oh, I see! So what we should really do is hide inside because the police think we won’t, right? Because no one would actually be stupid enough to try?”

“Yes, that’s exactly it, my dear!” He held out his arm. “Shall we, Miria?”

Miria nodded excitedly. “You bet!” And she linked arms with Isaac as they flung open the door—which was surprisingly enough unlocked, probably due to Nine being distracted by the excitement of aliens in London; that, or Mickey was just an idiot.

Miria gasped. “Isaac! It’s bigger on the inside!” The two exchanged a look and then ran outside and around the box in opposite directions, then back inside, then around again—and when they finally made it back into the box for the third time, they simply stared in awe, mouths agape.

“This is absolutely amazing, Miria!” Isaac announced, breaking the silence. In front of them, the main console hummed, and for the first time the duo stepped closer to it, examining every button and knob and lever, wondering what each object could possibly do. The TARDIS creaked and hummed and shook with all the unfamiliar, untrained touches. It wasn’t until they heard the machine begin to produce a sort of groaning, wheezing sound that Isaac and Miria looked up, watching the strange tubular generator in fascination. That is, until the box jerked them sideways, and they had to scramble for something to hold onto.

“I think we found a new mode of transportation, Isaac!” Miria called out to him over the noise of the TARDIS dematerializing from its parked position at Powell Estate.

“I think you’re right, Miria!” Isaac called back to her. They laughed heartily at one another while trying not to fall on top of each other as the box jerked again, but Isaac accidentally grabbed onto the parking lever and the box came to a sudden halt. The duo composed themselves and let out a round of laughter before Isaac started:

“Well, Miria, that was certainly exciting, don’t you think?”

“Invigorating!” she replied, clasping her hands together. “Where do you think we’ve gone, Isaac?”

Isaac pondered this for a moment, then glanced at the door with a devious grin on his face. “We’ll just have to find out for ourselves, won’t we, my dear?” He held out his arm to Miria and she beamed, taking Isaac’s proffered limb excitedly, replying with her usual “You bet!”

They marched toward the door and stopped behind it, exchanging looks of determination before nodding and peeking their heads outside.

Before them stood a vast city made of red rock, and behind it an enormous mountain stretched for miles. This was definitely not Earth.

“Wow...” Miria breathed, stepping outside, taking in the foreign landscape. “I don’t think we’re in London anymore, Isaac.”

Just as Isaac opened his mouth to respond, they heard a strange noise in the distance, like some sort of strangled robot. As whatever it was came closer, they recognized the word “IN – TRU – DER!” They both squinted their eyes, trying to discern where the robotic voice was coming from. It couldn’t possibly be coming from the odd little trashcan rolling towards them. Said little rolling trashcan stopped in front of them. It had a camera on a stick attached to the top of it, and the duo wondered what on Earth it could be for. Attached to the middle of the bin was a plunger and a baking whisk and a multitude of round bumps covering its circumference. Isaac stared at it closely, putting his face centimeters away from the lenspiece. He turned back to Miria.

“What an odd trashcan, Miria. Where do you suppose it came from—?”

“IN – TRU – DERS!” There it was again, that strangled robotic voice. This time, both Isaac and Miria leaned in closer to the trashcan, peering at it curiously. “YOU – ARE NOT – THE DOC-TOR.”

“Doctor?” Isaac repeated, more to Miria than the trashcan. “Maybe this trashcan belonged to a doctor, and that’s why it’s trying to talk to us.”

“Do you think his former owner abandoned him, Isaac?” Her eyebrows furrowed in concern for the poor thing.

“That could be it, Miria! Let’s find out, shall we?” Back into the blue box they went, and appeared a few minutes later clad as Doctor Dian and Nurse Harvent. The trashcan was still there, surprisingly.

“WHAT – IS – THE MEANING – OF – THIS?”

“It’s alright, my good fellow, Doctor Dian and Nurse Harvent are at your service.” The duo threw the trashcan their biggest grins and the heartiest of thumbs ups.

“YOU – ARE NOT – THE DOC-TOR,” it repeated, sizing them up with a few rigid movements of its stick-camera. Isaac and Miria exchanged glances, disappointed that their disguises hadn’t worked. “THE DOC-TOR – IS OUR – ARCH-NEM-ISIS. WHY – DO IN-FER-IOR – HUMANS – POSSES HIS – TARDIS?”

“TARDIS?” Isaac repeated, stroking his invisible beard. “You mean this blue box has a name? And an odd one at that, don’t you think so, Miria?” Miria nodded. “Well, my dear trashcan friend—”

“YOU – DARE – INSULT – THE DALEKS? WE – ARE – SUPERIOR – TO – HU-MANS.”

Isaac looked offended, and Miria followed suit. “Now look here—what did you say your name was?” He paused, trying to remember what the trashcan had called itself. Dalek? No, that wasn’t it. “Oh yes!” he announced a moment later. “Derek!”

The Dalek seemed to tense, its lenspiece focusing suddenly. “MY – NAME – IS NOT – DER-EK. I – AM – DALEK – FORDON. YOU – WILL – OBEY – ME.”

“Right!” Isaac said, smirking as if he’d know that all along. “Derek Fordon: A fine name for such a fine... trashcan fellow,” he continued, reaching out to grab the Dalek’s plunger with both hands, shaking it vigorously as if he were meeting a new acquaintance for the first time. He leaned in closer to the Dalek, staring it square in the eye, still gripping its plunger. “Now then, you wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you, Derek?”

Derek scooted away violently, knocking Isaac to the ground. “YOU – WILL – CEASE – EXAM-INA-TION!” he ordered. Isaac stood, rubbing his butt, while the Dalek continued, “YOU – WILL – CEASE – CONTAM-INA-TION.” A light came from Derek’s whisky thing as a laser shot through Isaac’s stomach. “CON-TAM-INATOR – HAS BEEN – EX-TER-MINATED.”

Miria gasped in horror, hands covering her silent scream as Isaac collapsed. She knelt down to him slowly, tears running down her face. “Isaac...?” Derek’s lenspiece followed her every move, and when she looked back up at him, nose running with tears streaming down like a waterfall, she knew this was no ordinary trashcan.

“CRYING – WILL NOT – BE – TOL-ERATED,” Derek said, although it almost sounded uncomfortable. “YOU – ARE – WEAK. YOU – WILL BE – EX-TER-MINATED.” Miria collapsed next to Isaac, shot through the chest. “INTRUDERS – E-LIM-INATED. DALEKS – CONTINUE TO REIGN – SUPREME.” Of course, just as he began to roll away, Isaac gasped for breath, suddenly coming back to life (it helped being immortal sometimes). He sat up and noticed Miria, lifeless, next to him. He removed his hat and cried the manliest of tears as Derek halted and turned to face the intruders again. As soon as he reached them, Miria gasped back to life herself.

“Oh, Isaac!” she said, flinging herself on him. As they hugged each other, Derek surveyed them, most certain that the scan had been correct, and that these two were in fact humans and not Time Lords. There had been no regeneration; they had just simply... come back to life.

Just then, another robotic voice, slightly higher pitched than Derek’s, came out of almost nowhere as a new Dalek, Lindek, for the sake of simplicity, sneaked up on Derek and the intruders. It rolled over to Derek, whose body swiveled toward the other Dalek. “LIN-DEK. THESE – HU-MANS – ARE – A-NOM-ALIES. NOT – EVEN – THE – DOC-TOR – IS – IMM-OR-TAL.”

Lindek’s lenspiece adjusted itself, almost as if it was afraid. “IM-POSS-IBLE. HUMANS – DO – NOT – HAVE – THE – TECH-NOL-OGY.”

Isaac cleared his throat and stood, helping Miria up with him. The Daleks whirled around to face him, staring intensely at him with their strange little lenspiece eyes. “Now now, my dear trashcan folk, I really don’t think we should resort to name-calling. I assure you Miria and I are not, er... anoma-whatsits...” He glanced at Miria for support, but she only shrugged in response.

“THEN – THERE – ARE – MORE – OF – YOU?” Lindek said, scooting jerkily away from the costumed duo.

Isaac beamed and threw up his arms nonchalantly, as if the answer was obvious. “Of course, my fine fellow!” Miria nodded, and Isaac began to count on his fingers. “Let’s see... Well, there’s Firo and Maiza, and I suppose Ennis counts too—oh! And we can’t forget little Czes! So that makes—”

“Six!” Miria held up six fingers, grinning like a loon.

“Yes! That’s exactly right! Six!” The pair of them looked quite ridiculous holding up their fingers and laughing jovially with each other.

And, for the first time in the history of Time, the Daleks ran away. There was no telling what kind of power six immortals held... They would have to report this to their leader and regroup...

Meanwhile, Isaac and Miria just stared into the distance, wondering where the funny little trashcans went. “I guess they had other trashcan duties to see too, huh, Isaac?”

“Yes, you’re probably right, Miria, my dear. It’s a shame we couldn’t spend more time with them. I was becoming quite fond of little Derek.”

“Hey, Isaac?” Miria asked after a moment’s pause. “How do you suppose we’ll get home?”

“Well, Miria, we’ll just have to give this strange box another whirl, won’t we?”

Miria’s face lit up. “Oh, that sounds just wonderful, Isaac!”

Hundreds, maybe thousands, of years later, a new Dalek race was born, and as each new Dalek came into existence, it screamed. For though Daleks learn not to fear, they are all born with the fear of those known as immortals.

At an undisclosed point in the vast vortex that is Time, a huge, resonating chime reverberated throughout the TARDIS. The Doctor’s head perked up. He glanced over at Rose, who was asleep on the bench, then at the hallway that led into the recesses of the TARDIS. “Funny,” he said to himself, leaving the controls for a moment to investigate. “I don’t remember picking up a grandfather clock...”

Upon entering his massive “Artifacts and Various Other Objects” room, he nearly fell over a priceless doormat from the Acacia Galaxy. Standing right in front of him was none other than Big Ben itself, clock tower and all. He stared for a moment, wondering how in the world he could have Big Ben in his time machine and not know about it, but then burst out laughing.

“Rose!” he called, his voice echoing down the hall as he ran back to the control room. “Rose! Wake up, Rose, I’ve got something to show you!” He stood over his companion with a huge grin on his face, and when she blearily opened her eyes, she squeaked and nearly fell off the bench.

“Blimey! Doctor, don’t scare me like that!”

The Doctor leaned in, his grin somehow widening. “Rose,” he said again, “we’ve had ourselves a visitor.”

THE END.

it's that time again

2010-10-05T20:41:08Z

fall semester friends cut

with the start of the semester, my flist always begins to overwhelm me, so i'm removing old journals and people i haven't really connected with from old friending memes. this will also act as a reverse fcut if you would like to remove me. i should be done with the cut by the end of the week. if you feel you've been removed unfairly, please comment here.

mongoliabun @ 2010-07-24T17:47:00

2010-07-24T22:47:57Z

ANONYMOUS MEME

remember it; remember it well

2010-07-02T16:46:03Z

so tomorrow is not my birthday

it is

INDEPENDENCE DAY EVE

2ND BEST DAY OF THE YEAR BESIDES CHRISTMAS

in which i have more to say about a fictional relationship than the meiji restoration

2010-03-15T02:20:48Z

Recently started rewatching Junjou with mai nakama Erren because it is our diabolical plan to find out if her roommate likes BL ufufu~ (And actually, during the episode where Hiro and Nowaki have sex in the library, she was totally in the room and didn't seem particularly bothered that we were literally watching--with speakers no less--two guys have sex.)

We came to a sudden realization, however: THE ROMANTICA ARC SERIOUSLY HAS ISSUES. REALLY. BAD. ISSUES. AND ARE THESE ISSUES EVER ADDRESSED? NO. (The arc would be like, ten times better if they did address more than one of the issues for more than two seconds, but THEY DON'T and play it off to be "twu wuv." JUST. NO.) So, from this day forward, this entry shall be known as:

THE JUNJOU RANTICA

Firstly, stop means stop. But does Usagi ever listen to Misaki? NO. I mean holy crap. I can sort of forgive the first episode when Misaki barges in and starts accusing Usagi of being a pervert and taking advantage of Takahiro or whatever because Usagi was trying to make a point. But after that? HOLY SHIT USAGI NEVER FUCKING LISTENS. STOP MEANS STOP. NO MEANS NO. But for some reason, Usagi has it in his head that Misaki wants him, which may be true, but holy shit not by the second or third episode. I think Usagi is taking Misaki's arousal to mean "I am perfectly okay with this and am completely in love with you, so you can keep groping me, Usagi-san." WHICH IT DOESN'T. I mean, shit, they have sex because Usagi just doesn't listen when Misaki tells him to stop. Then again, Misaki doesn't exactly protest more than that, but Jesus, come on. If you "love" someone that much, STOP WHEN THEY SAY STOP. Also, during the 10 years before Usagi and Misaki had a relationship, Usagi never took advantage of Takahiro, who is INFINITELY MORE AIRHEADED AND OBLIVIOUS THAN MISAKI. So why the hell does he take advantage of Misaki, who actually UNDERSTANDS WHAT'S GOING ON? Because he understands what's going on and therefore won't fight back because he's actually aroused by it? I DON'T EVEN. STOP STILL MEANS STOP.

Secondly, and this one they do address for like two seconds canonly, but Misaki is a replacement for Takahiro. I don't care if Usagi says he's in love with Misaki, or that Misaki realizes he's a replacement, gets angry, but ultimately makes up with Usagi because Usagi assures him he's fallen in love with Misaki. Why? BECAUSE YOU CANNOT GET OVER 10 YEARS OF UNREQUITED LOVE THAT FAST. I mean, the Egoist arc really pushes this whole idea too: Hiro had sex with Usagi, who was really only having sex with Hiro because he couldn't have Takahiro. Hiro realizes doesn't want to be a replacement, that Usagi will never love him for who he is, says FUCK THIS, and moves on with his life. Misaki realizes he might be a replacement, confronts Usagi, who then sexes up Misaki, and then everything is okay. WHAT. NO. It bugs me so much that Usagi's solution to the problem is sex. If you don't want Misaki to feel like a replacement, if you want to show him you actually love him, you don't have to prove it with your penis. Especially since Misaki IS CLEARLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH EVERYTHING THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS AT THIS POINT. I mean, it takes Misaki fucking forever to figure out he's "in love" with Usagi (and since Romantica is the main arc, that's a fuckton more episodes than it took with Egoist or Terrorist), which brings me to my third and final point:

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME. It feels like Usagi is forcing Misaki to fall in love with him. Usagi gets ridiculously jealous, to the point where he doesn't even want Misaki to have a social life. And since he spends pretty much all his time ever with Usagi, generally being groped and/or having sex with him, why wouldn't he feel like he was "falling in love"? HE LITERALLY HAS NO OTHER FRIENDS (besides Sumi, who is a dickweed anyway), and he's so socially inept that making friends is difficult. I mean, even when he was living with Takahiro he had no friends, because I don't think he really knows how to make friends. So when he does make friends with Sumi (even though Sumi's only using him to get to Usagi, but that's a different matter entirely), Usagi gets jealous and tells Misaki he can't have dinner with Sumi because they promised to always have dinner together. But then when Usagi has to go have dinner with his editor, IT'S A-OKAY. Seriously, that is not how it works. You can't impose some ultimatum and then not follow through with it. Also, it really feels like Usagi is using Misaki to get over Takahiro; if Usagi can get Misaki to love him, it will feel like Takahiro loves him, which IS NOT THE BASIS OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. To make it worse, after Sumi turns out to be a dickweed, Misaki never makes any other friends, so he only has Usagi, which, by that point, Misaki is okay with I guess, but still, their relationship seems so forced, and in a bad way. I mean, honestly, I feel like Misaki doesn't want to be gay, but since he's always around Usagi and Usagi makes him ~*~feel good~*~, he just kind of... goes with it and ends up at the conclusion that he does love Usagi, when really I think the only reason he comes to this conclusion is to delude himself from thinking that maybe the relationship he has with Usagi is, you know, REALLY AWFUL AND UNHEALTHY. "Oh, it's love, so that makes everything okay!" No. Just. No.

Also keep in mind, this is all based off of the first three episodes of the Romantica arc. That's... kind of really bad. And we were just so put off by all of it, that we couldn't continue and instead just watched the Egoist, Minimum, and Terrorist episodes. I have seen the rest of the series including the second season, however, and Romantica really didn't get any better in my opinion. Although if we're ever feeling particularly masochistic, we might go back and watch more of Romantica, but ugh. I honestly didn't think rewatching it would make me dislike it as much as I do now. I thought I might like it more than I did the first time, which was basically indifference, but yeah... no.

I feel like I had more to say (MORE? I KNOW THERE'S SO MUCH TL;DR ALREADY) but I think I got out most of what really bothered me. It's kind of sad I can write so much about a fictional relationship in such a short period of time when it takes me hours to write this much for assigned essays. OTL FOREVER.

the internet salutes me

2010-02-17T17:37:46Z

in Japanese lit, we had to write a form of linked verse called "renga," so me and my nakama Ellen decided to theme one of them around internet memes. (the other one was about DRRR!! but I don't have it with me so I'll post it later.)

in the dark hours of the night
he was b&
they'd heard he didn't like mudkips

somewhere in the ocean
a starfish still loves you

huddling under umbrellas
some stay dry while others feel the pain
chocolate rain

is this real life?
a cat hangs from the ceiling
watching

an old record player stored away
it played over 9000 songs

"never gonna give you up
never gonna let you down
never gonna run around and desert you"

it was hard reading it out loud in class coz everyone kept erupting in laughter. and when we finished, this one guy was like "lmao THE INTERNET SALUTES YOU." |D

{ eljay famiglia && blank to my blank ;

2008-10-22T06:19:17Z

Ciaossu! This is your humble Don Miyou, wishing to inquire of the positions of my failmiglia. So you! Yes, you reading this! Whom art thou?

『don/boss』→ mongoliabun
『papa』→vehira
『fail!seme&fail!husbando』→ radiopowered
『failservant』→ kirschwassers
『family footstool』→mizure
『family hobo』→creativexwonder
『family stalker』→facexpalm
『trigger happy bodyguard』→y0naki_x3

Don Miyou's family must flourish! Tell me thy position and thy shall gladly be inducted.

And now for a bit of fun.
OH BB U R THE ___ TO MY ___.
Yeah, this shit is goin' down. Comment with as many as you like, any fandom. If it's not already on the list, it shall be added.
(And I put a bunch of fandoms blank since I don't actually know and wanted to give you options and such.)
GO GO GO!! (AKA COMMENT DAMN YOU.)

Baccano
wingalinged is the Miria to my Isaac~ ♪

Crack
ria_chan is the Mello to my Kio.
vehira is [also] the Mello to my Kio.
creativexwonder is the >:3 to my Car.

Death Note
vehira is the Light to my Misa.
creativexwonder is the Mikami to my Misa.

D.Gray-man
hikari_sukuru is the Lavi to my Bak.
thunderstorm_96 is the Komui to my Bak.
creativexwonder is the Reever to my Bak.
creativexwonder is the Jasdero to my Devi.
moe_moyashi is the Devi to my Bak.
vehira is the Road to my Tyki.

Digimon
thunderstorm_96 is the Ken to my Takeru.
creativexwonder is the Daisuke to my Takeru.
vehira is the Yamato to my Takeru.

D.N.Angel
creativexwonder is the Takeshi to my Daisuke.

Final Fantasy VII
vehira is the 2nd Class!Zack to my 1st Class!Zack.
vehira is the Yazoo to my Loz.
moe_moyashi is the Cloud to my Aerith.

Fullmetal Alchemist
creativexwonder is the Havoc to my Hughes.

Furuba
moe_moyashi is the Kyo to my Shigure.
vehira is the Akito to my Momiji.
creativexwonder is the Shigure to my Momiji.

Getbackers
ANYONE? ;__;

Hana-Kimi
creativexwonder is the Sano to my Nakatsu.

Harry Potter
ani_coolgirl is the Padfoot to my Prongs.
vehira is the Dimitri to my Heath. ♥
vehira is the Snape to my Remus.
moe_moyashi is the Ron to my Fred.

Higurashi no Naku Koro ni
creativexwonder is the Rena to my Keiichi.

Juvenile Orion
mizure is the Itsuki to my Kaname [and/or the Kaname to my Itsuki].
moe_moyashi is the Kaname to my Isshin.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn
versiondefected is the Mukuro to my Dino.
thunderstorm_96 is the Lambo to my I-Pin.
creativexwonder is the Yamamoto to my Gokudera.
hikari_sukuru is the Gokudera to my Dino.
hikari_sukuru is the Colonnello to my Lal.

Kingdom Hearts
ani_coolgirl is the Luxord to my Larxene.
moe_moyashi is the Demyx to my Axel.
vehira is the Xigbar to my Demyx.
creativexwonder is the Olette to my Namine.
creativexwonder is the Xemnas to my Namine.

Kuroshitsuji
LOLIDK MAYBE?

Kyou Kara Maou
versiondefected is the Geiiiiikaaaa to my Boruframu.
thunderstorm_96 is the Gunter to my Wolfram.
creativexwonder is the Yuuri to my Wolfram.
vehira is the Gwendal to my Wolfram.

Loveless
vehira is the Youji to my Natsuo.
creativexwonder is the Seimei to my Natsuo.
moe_moyashi is the Yayoi to my Natsuo.

Ouran High School Host Club
thunderstorm_96 is the Benibara to my Renge.
moe_moyashi is the Mitsukuni to my Renge.
vehira is the Kyouya to my Renge.
creativexwonder is the Kasanoda to my Renge.

Phoenix Wright
creativexwonder is the Naruhobo to my Hoboworth.
thunderstorm_96 is the Edgeworth to my Franziska.

Pokemon
creativexwonder is the Ash to my Gary.
creativexwonder is the Pichu to my Mudkip.

Prince of Tennis
creativexwonder is the Momoshiro to my Eiji.

Soul Eater
thunderstorm_96 is the Death the Kid to my Maka.
creativexwonder is the Black*Star to my Maka.
vehira is the ~~Papa~~ Deathscythe to my Maka.

Spiral
moe_moyashi is the Kanone to my Eyes.

Sukisho
creativexwonder is the Gaku to my Sora.

Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
mizure is the Kyon to my Haruhi.

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
wingalinged is the Kamina to my Kittan.
thunderstorm_96 is the Kamina to my Yoko.
vehira is the SHIMON to my Yoko.
creativexwonder is the Viral to my Yoko.

Weiss Kreuz
thunderstorm_96 is the Aya to my Omi.
moe_moyashi is the Ken to my Omi.
~~vehira is the Nagi to my Omi.~~
creativexwonder is [also] the Ken to my Omi.

Yami no Matsuei
creativexwonder is the Tsuzuki to my Watari.

Yu-Gi-Oh
thunderstorm_96 is the Malik to my Jounouchi.
vehira is the Ryou/Yami Bakura to my Jounouchi.
creativexwonder is the Rex to my Jounouchi.
stormyhaze is the Seto to my Jounouchi.
wingalinged is the Honda to my Jounouchi.
moe_moyashi is the Judai to my Yugi.

{ blogcrews // let me show you them ;

2008-09-21T00:41:43Z

† I sacrificed ×KONRAD'S PERSONALITY (OR LACK THEREOF)× to Shinou Heika! †

{ Gyakuten Saiban Shipping } ema skye ♥ trucy wright

※ "Arimura Ryutaro" is the perfect epitome of Sex. ※

》 ARIMURA RYUTARO 《 → makes my go DOKI DOKI

》 IKUTA TOMA 《 → makes my go DOKI DOKI

✩✩ INTERNET FADS BLOG CREW ➔ ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER ✩

✩✩ INTERNET FADS BLOG CREW ➔ boots with the fur ✩

{ » Obscure Fandom ♥ || Juvenile Orion « }

★ [ Indie music blogcrew ➾ ASH ] ★

♛ ZACK FAIR ▶ my k.i.n.g of H E A R T S! ♥♥

♛ ARIMURA RYUTARO ▶ my k.i.n.g of H E A R T S! ♥♥

« [ZACK FAIR] is my gaming love ♥ »

je t'aime ✿ DINO CAVALLONE

❝I'M ON A MOTHERFUCKING BOAT❞ with 「T~~HOMAS~~-PAINE」!!!

❝I'M ON A MOTHERFUCKING BOAT❞ with 「DINO CAVALLONE」!!!

I AM THE KARISAWA ERIKA OF DURARARA!!

KIDA MASAOMI ❤
デュラララ!!

SHINOU'S SACRIFICES blogcrew

2008-05-29T01:06:01Z

»[Ω][†] SHINOU'S SACRIFICES blogcrew [†][Ω]«
what would you sacrifice to the original king?

DIE REGELN:
∞ Comment to be added!
∞ Okay, instead of just body parts and stupid shit, I've changed my mind. Sacrifice whatever the fuck you want - body parts, organs, people, material objects, random shit, etc. Because honestly. This is for the lulz anyway.
∞ One claim per person.
∞ Cross-fandom claims are super special awesome!
∞ First come, first serve! ♥
∞ Once you have your claim, post it somewhere obvious! 8D
∞ WORSHIP SHINOU HEIKA YOU LOWLY BEING. ♥

† I sacrificed my ×YOUR CLAIM HERE× to Shinou Heika! †

we're going to need more than four forbidden boxes...
~~Ghostly~~ Appendages; thwap
Daikenja; sekishi_ashura
Firstborn Gay Son; slashed_dream
FLYING INFLATABLE SHEEP; neocloud9
GAY; mizure
Huge Box And Its Contents; popkitty61
Idiotic Gullible Classmate; nayami_kun
Konrad's Personality (Or Lack Thereof); mongoliabun
Lingerie; mitsukiyame13
Pet Gorilla; crisscrossjinky
PINK, FRILLY APRON; misoka_mine
Two Full Shipments of Maou!Dumplings; toshimalfoy
Virginity; mikagechan
Wife (Rufus Bielefeld); bodyline