CC's Thoughts

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING AND SUCHES

2011-11-28T18:42:42Z

DONE BUYING FOR:
Moosey: Bought Heroes VI
Laura: Doctor Who Postcard book
Dad: Doctor Who T-Shirt & Dilbert Calendar
Mom: Pogo & With the Light 8 & 1
Kyle: Nasa MMO
Luffy-bro: Disgaea on DS
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Mia: That ~fluffy Thing~, the card, and that Roger's keychain she already knows about which is upstairs in the white bag
Ashley: THOSE OTHER THINGS IN THE BAG
-- BOTH NEED TO MAIL -- Also: Wrap Rema's present and send to Ashley to give her fufufu Yay Cat for getting the P.O. Box \o/

Need to get:
Mom-in-law
Pops
Grandma Pat
Cat: LJ stuf??
Faye-Faye
Drift: a pony :|a
Stormy: Lj stuff and/or something easy to cosplay send

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Things I want:
Slipper Socks: KYLE GOT YAAAAAAY
PJ pants
Kung-Fu Panda 2 (Which I know Moosey is getting)
Yeaaaaaaaah I forget the rest... whaaaaaatever I'll add to it eventually.

Music Stuff Ahoy

2011-10-09T04:48:09Z

** = Not migraine safe (ever)

Akeboshi
Barenaked Ladies
Billy Joel
Boston
CAKE
Coldplay
Dashboard Confessional **
Dave Brubeck
Dean Martin
Duncan Sheik
Elton John
Enrique Iglesias **
Five For Fighting
The Fratellis
The Fray
Freddie Mercury
Gaelic Storm
Goo Goo Dolls
Great Big Sea
Green Day
Hans Zimmer
Jim Steinman
John Williams
Kansas
Keane
Matchbox 20
Meat Loaf
Moxy Fruvous
Muse
Newsboys
Pendulum
The Pillows
The Police
Queen
Savage Garden
Styx
Taylor Swift
Tenacious D
Weezer
Yuji Ohno

Fray & Meatloaf both have a new cd coming out.... in February. /le sigh

I also want to try to scour Comic Con for some stuff but my hopes aren't high.

Not the list I meant

2011-07-11T23:35:50Z

So my wallet broke. As my fiance bluntly put it "Because you have a man's wallet and keep lots of weird stuff in there anyway." It's true. I'm going to move the fortune cookie fortunes to my movie and/or EVENT ticket stubs box & screw it, I'm STILL keeping the Weasley twins chocolate frog card in my wallet, it is cute damn it.

BUT ANYWAYS.

Getting a new one.

HELP ME DECIDE WHICH :D

First up is the Whitebeard wallet. It is probably the most simple and useful.

This is the one I was originally thinking of even before my wallet broke: Elsie from The World God Only Knows. Kopper would love it :P

Then Kaito Kid from Detective Conan. Downside, my Dad might want to steal it...
Ditto this which is the Detective Conan group being Kaito: here.
And Another one but oversized.

And P-CHAN! from Ranma 1/2. BUT it's SUPER BIG. And I carry my wallet in my jeans. /sigh HOWEVER! MOAR P-CHAN! -- One that isn't oversized.

Generic Fairy Tail symbol one.

Ghostbusters -- with the plus side of being stateside.

Nananananananana BATMAN

Annnd a whole bunch in rapid succession:
Natsu -- Fairy Tail
Gray -- Fairy Tail
Straw hat Group -- One Piece
Ace -- One Piece
Ryoma -- Prince of Tennis
Zoro -- One Piece
PIRATE Conan! -- Detective Conan

I also might just wait and get a bunch of other stuff with it >>

OOOOOR a PSP. OOOOOR a 3DS that has internet access. /sobs I fail

WHY I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED ONLINE WHILE WRITING

2011-07-06T08:17:41Z

No seriously, I should sever my internet connection and force myself to focus. BUT ANYWAY. SINCE I AM ALREADY NOT~

WR mods posted this:

This makes them awesome in so many ways. a) I love how ridiculously anonymous they are. (they uploaded it on a witchesreign mod account XD) Every so often I'm convinced they're Drift just to fuck with my head. And because I suspect her of doing things like that. Yup. ALSO b) Waldo/Carmen SanDiego. Fucking. yes.

Someone link that to Leone please.

IN UNRELATED NEWS.

CFIDS is getting way way better. And Vitamin B2 is like the secret migraine cure. GO FIGURE. But yeah I had a really bad stretch for a long time, but now I'm having a good stretch AGAIN. And I'm not like my best writing, but I'm getting better enough to consider color guard more often and I can write way more often, less crashes, just hell yes all over.

ALSO I need to update liiiists. So that will be my next post. After Mia's B-Day drabbles even though she got them all individually through whining and my caving. orz

On another picture note... so Moosey and I were comparing picture folder sizes. All told I have 5.6 gigs on my laptop. HOWEVER 2.4 of it is Marco's folder & subfolders. WTF MARCO. 1.6 is Smoker. So together, they are 3 gigs. =\ I worry me. If one of you has bigger folders, do say so. I will feel better.

Mia's b-day present = Tiger/Karina drabbles

2011-06-18T23:23:09Z

Fifteen prompts you can chose from:
oridinary day
something in your mouth
I need you
she don't want the world
kiss from a rose
a matter of trust
Fire & Ice
Rain
Rainy Day Man
Starry Sky
Looking at the sky
iridescent
monster
figured it out
losing my breath

Claimed Smoker over at 100 drabbles in 365 days

2011-05-21T17:29:53Z

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My First Tiger & Bunny fic... and it's not even Tiger gen. OTL

2011-05-21T05:39:11Z

Title: A Kiss From a Rose on the Gray
Pairing: Rose/Tiger (yes, she tops, yes I need to kill Mia)
Summary: Tiger's side to this & this and sequels.
Rating/Warning: PG-15, (bordering not Mags-safe), younger female (17/18, so legal, but hits some squick for folks given that Tiger is late 20s/early 30s/more) Spoilers for Episode 7ish
Disclaimer: Tiger & Bunny is owned by Masafumi Nishida & Sunrise. Licensed by Viz. This isn't a disclaimer as much as a "If you haven't heard it/seen it. GO FIND IT" XD It's a really good series about superheroes and has Hiroaki Hirata (SANJI) voicing Tiger & Marco's VA voicing Bunny. It's awesome.
Word Count: Just under 6000. God Tiger doesn't shut up. =\

Sometimes he caught her looking at him. Watching when she thought no one else was looking. She'd have a nearly blank almost day-dreamy expression on her face. If she was out of costume, sometimes she'd be twisting a curl, or playing with a pen to her mouth. He knew that kind of look by now. It was the kind of look girls wore when they got all dopey over his partner. Barnaby. Tiger had seen that look flicking all over Kaede's face lately. Unfortunately. So when he saw it on Karina's face, he assumed she was looking past him to Barnaby. Stupid stupid Bunny. The guy was probably gay and didn't care. Or worse. Asexual. Given how much time Kotetsu figured the blond spent on his hair, it had to be one or the other. Those boots didn't help either. New generation or not, there was a difference between dressing like Antonio or Kotetsu himself, or even Keith... vs. Nathan. And Bunny definitely fell on the Fire Emblem side. Or so his partner suspected.

Well, whatever. Rose was allowed to like whoever she liked. It was a little disheartening. After all, he thought he'd really gotten through to her about the reasons for being a hero. But after seeing Bunny's interview, maybe it was just Bunny and not Tiger's talk with her after all. Tch. Figures. Like Nathan had said, it was no use lecturing a girl that age. Sure, Tiger hadn't meant to lecture her, just open up a dialogue, and at the bar, he was so sure he'd succeeded. After all, she came to rescue them didn't she? And all stupid Bunny did was bet that she wouldn't even come and then he didn't even pay up. Cheapskate. Still, they were closer in age. And tragically they had more in common. A power couple amongst the Heroes would make headlines. Agnes would worry about the sponsors getting fussy, but it'd be amazing publicity for the show and both sponsors, so they probably wouldn't complain. Tiger just hoped he didn't get too far shunted to the side if it happened. Though, so long as Bunny really was asexual instead of his namesake, then Tiger was safe and Rose could look away. For now he put on a guarded smile about the idea and occasionally tried to encourage it. Partly so he didn't look bitter, and partly because he did want to be supportive. He couldn't help it, he just did want them to be happy, even if it meant Rose might slip back into caring all about the points like Bunny did. They were both distant enough that maybe it would warm them up. Or something.

Slowly it became a bit of a game between him and her. She'd watch, and Tiger would try to catch her whenever he felt those beautiful brown eyes on him. Or through him, really. Then he'd look up with a quick grin and she'd dart away, looking insistently anywhere else. It was cute really. And he mentally cursed finding it so adorable. She really was such an honest kid. He made it a point to come to all her shows when she was performing as Karina. When she was Blue Rose, he couldn't usually catch the stuff, but it mattered less then he thought. Her sponsors still often chose her playlists and rarely let her ever sing the songs she wrote. When she wrote things though, he made sure to catch them, even if he had to delay getting the ridiculously high-tech suit off. Still, it was as Karina that he most wanted to see her perform. It was as herself he felt it was most important to catch her songs. That was when her honesty shone like one of her falling snowflakes. He tried to drag Bunny to a few, but it was hard. Bunny claimed he didn't drink (what a kid) and therefore had no interest in bars, no in what happened there. When Kotetsu tried to explain why he should come, the idiot just dug his heels in deeper and explained he didn't want to get to know the other heroes out of work. Which was stupid. Why even refuse a disguise then? But... because he'd refused a disguise, it did make it tricky. If Kotetsu Kaburagi always hung out with a famous superhero and got treated the same way Wild Tiger did, people would wonder. So eventually Tiger gave up and dropped it.

He still went to all her shows though. Kotetsu figured Karina probably just thought him to be an alcoholic. To be fair, she wouldn't be too off the mark. Still, he wanted to support her. And to make sure that she knew she had one fan who preferred the real her as she wanted to be most of, and that it was okay to reconcile one's superhero life with their real one. Ah... maybe that was why she liked Bunny so much. Bunny never had to reconcile one life with the other, they were just one and the same to him weren't they? And maybe part of Karina really wanted that. Hn. Losing another kid to that line of thinking, wasn't he? It'd been so long ago now since Legend's famous days, maybe it wasn't really surprising anymore that it was considered old fashioned. Old fashioned huh? Like not killing criminals? Ridiculous. Bunny didn't have to wear a disguise, he didn't have family to protect. He'd accidentally hinted once that there was a reason he didn't wear a disguise. To lure out Ouroboros perhaps? Whatever. Karina did have family protect. And school friends. And she seemed to sort of want a normal life, which she could never have if she came out of the superhero or NEXT closet. Still wouldn't stop her from crushing on him though.

He hadn't even realized that after a while he was catching himself shooting her glances, just like kids in high school. Just like with his now gone wife. When she caught him, he just thought he was catching her about to look at Bunny and grinned like a knowing Uncle. She got growly and tsundere whenever Bunny was brought up, but if anything Kotetsu mistakenly thought that cemented it. She was embarrassed he knew and really too cute and shy to be willing to tell Bunny and risk things now. So adorable. And so Kotetsu lightly teased and hid the small cold distant part of his heart that wondered why he was so very unpopular. That wonder what the hell Bunny had that even his daughter could see and Kotetsu couldn't. Maybe trying hard and good intentions just weren't enough.

He was drifting over all kinds of these thoughts over a small (okay large) glass of wine in his apartment when Agnes rushed in. He tried to be polite and offer her something, though he was confused about why she was there. She went on and on about "the internet" and "fangirls" and when she started bringing up Barnaby, well he started to tune her out again. Fucking Bunny. Couldn't she have said it on the phone? Or at work? He did not need his forced partner in his personal life anymore than Bunny wanted Tiger in his.

"Are you listening?!" Agnes demanded.

"Yeah, sure," Tiger rubbed the back of his neck and then seeing Agnes' glare, reflexively straightened up and focused, "Of course."

She huffed, heaving air into her busty chest and back out. "Really? Because I thought there'd be more objections from you, that's why I wanted to do this in person."

Tiger leaned his head in his hand thinking hard, "What's to object to? You want me to get closer to Bunny onscreen, but it doesn't have to happen off camera you said. It'll 'please the fangirls' you said." Although so far it hadn't. More than one fangirl had openly wished Tiger out of the way and that they had Tiger's power so that *they* could be Bunny's partner instead. But whatever, more screen time would unpleasant, but maybe it would boost his ratings. God knows he needed the help there.

"BARNABY Brooks Jr." Agnes corrected out of reflex, "You can call him Bunny when you get lovey-dovey I suppose."

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. He was not drunk enough to be hearing these kinds of things. "Lovey-dovey?!" Kotetsu squeaked. What the fuck was going on in that producer's mind?

"AHA! You didn't hear a word I said!" she crisply protested, stomped a heel onto the floor -- nearly onto his TOES thank you very much -- and glared up at him furiously. "CLOSER, Mr. Kaburagi. CLOSER."

She couldn't... she couldn't. Tiger wanted to let out a mewling whimper and he didn't care how unmanly it was, this was worse than watching Saito burn up his old uniform. He was petrified. "P-producer!" he squeaked.

"A kiss. Holding hands. Long lingering looks and inching in close. It'll heighten your teamwork," she insisted.

Tiger was starting to get hysterical, somewhere torn between laughter and wanting to break down and cry. What would Kaede say? Oh right, she didn't know. But still. She'd hate Wild Tiger then. And fangirls would like this? Not the kind of fangirl Tiger would be hoping for. "I-Isn't that more Nathan's thing?" he squeaked, coughed, and cleared his throat to drop it back to a more manly octave. "That is... this has nothing to do with justice or being a superhero," he explained firmly, making his voice tough. Yeah, that was the ticket. Just stick to your guns Kotetsu!

She stomped the heel again, this time onto his toes. And as he winced and quickly clutched them to his chest, wishing he had shoes on, she continued yelling at him, "Idiot! Being a hero isn't JUST about justice and saving people! It's drama and action! It's the people who watch and support you! You don't have to want them to like you, I don't care, so long as they watch you!"

"And they'll watch me kiss Bunny?" Tiger frowned, wishing he could crawl into a corner of woe.

"Not only that, they will watch you more as a pairing and buy more merchandise afterwards," she impatiently explained as if getting tired with telling a five year old why he couldn't keep playing with his favorite toy during writing class. -- Tiger would know, he'd gotten plenty of those lectures about his Legend action figure.

Relying on Japanese evasiveness, Tiger politely nudged her to the door, "I'll think on it," he promised. Yes, he would think of ways to get out of it. Maybe if nothing else, at the last minute he could duck out pretending to be sick and let Nathan take his place. Even if Nathan wasn't really as promiscuous as he teased, Kotetsu had no doubt that Fire Emblem could take his place in a kiss like that and manage to enjoy it. Hell, it'd even be funny to see the shocked as fuck look on Bunny's face if that happened. Maybe it wouldn't have the long-term effect Agnes hoped for, since most people would see it as a joke, but she was kidding herself if she though Tiger and Bunny had any chance for long term. They fought too much. She'd just be making more editing work for herself.

Agnes looked at him suspiciously, but finally gave up and grabbed her coat to storm out. Then she dropped the final bombshell. "The fans already think you two are sleeping together anyways because you're always fighting." Well, that just settled it, fans were truly nuts. Watching her go, and trying to suppress his spluttering because that would ruin any of his cool effects, Tiger idly wondered if she'd even told Bunny or not. Probably not. Maybe she figured Bunny would do anything for the ratings. Hell, that idiot probably even would.

He sighed softly and blinked as Karina suddenly appeared before him. He'd given her his address once ages ago in case she ever needed it, but she'd only been there once that he remembered, the one time with Antonio checking on him after an injury. He couldn't help his small bit of flustered pleasure at seeing here there. After all the stupidity from Agnes, another Hero -- one who wouldn't want him kissing Bunny onscreen for any reason -- was a welcome relief. "Hey Karina, what are doin' here?" he hummed softly and tried to collect himself after the thing with Agnes. Was his apartment okay? How many bottles were around? Any of them? Please let him have cleaned up before the wine and pajamas. Tidy or not, he tugged her inside.

Even for an ice queen, she had to be freezing. It was too cold out for the thin jacket she was wearing, and given the way she shivering, he was sure it. He didn't see a car -- and in the city not many drove. She must have walked. Or taken a taxi. Given Karina? Probably walked. She was strong and independent like that. Never wanted to rely on anyone she didn't have to. Well, except maybe Bunny the way he rescued her, but then she never liked those, did she. Even if she liked Bunny, Tiger was sure she didn't like the rescues. She probably wanted to be strong in his eyes. How cute. He protective got out one of his sweaters and replaced it for the jacket. "And wear that, you're like a tombstone in winter." Was he being too fatherly? He couldn't help it. It was reflex. Kaede did shit like that to him all the time, showing up in whatever her grandmother would let her get away with and being ridiculous. Maybe it was a girl thing. Did they like being cold?

Luckily Karina didn't seem to mind. If anything she snuggled into the sweater. Damn it was cute. He waited patiently for an answer that didn't come. Instead, a growling icy tone instead. "Why was Agnes here?" He nearly winced. Did Karina already know? Had she heard the same rumors everyone else supposedly did? What if she was in on it after all? Still, Karina sounded jealous and Tiger was too honest to ever lie about even something like this.

"Ah, somethin' about how she wanted me to kiss Bunny 'r some bullshit like that, boosting figures I think. Also something about how the fans think we're sleeping together because we're fighting or some stupid thing like that," Tiger answered. Whatever Karina was here for, it probably wasn't to tell him not to do what Agnes wanted. Given her age, and how adult Karina was, it was bound to be more serious than that. Especially if she was seeking Tiger out of all people and not her usual confidant of Nathan or one of her school friends. Still, whatever it was, she could tell him in her own time, he wouldn't force her.

She stepped closer then up on tiptoes and pulled his head down closer to hers -- he thought to whisper something, so when she kissed him, he was completely taken aback. She might have been cold, but the kiss was warm and it was like everything crashed in on Kotetsu's head. He was too conflicted to give the right kind of kiss back at first. She was young. He really hoped he wasn't her first kiss, though the idea tickled him. He kisses back chastely and gently, but she let out such a pleased sound, he melted a little more into it and growled, causing her to shudder. He was sold on that, not really daring to hope she was kissing him out of a pure driven need to that'd pent up over months of wanting to, but still a little too unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he momentarily ran on instinct. Might as well make a proper adult kiss out of it. None of this innocent kid stuff. He backed her up against the wall next to the shut door and leaned himself on arm resting over her head so that he could get a better leverage and kiss a bit more firmly. The deeper he kissed, the more she kissed back, licking his lips and getting less and less innocent which each passing instant. His chest was pressed against hers and -- oh god help him -- he couldn't help but notice the way she breathed, the way her breasts bounced and the soft feel. He tugged her a little closer by the waist and purrs softly in spite of himself, just too damn happy to be alive and in this very moment.

Of course Rose broke away from the kisses first, stilling some of the pleased noises and she just panted softly to regain air as her brown eyes stayed squeezed shut. Well, first kiss or not, Tiger took a special kind of pleasure in knowing at least she hadn't been kissed like that before. Still... this was dangerous. He was desperate. Too desperate. He shouldn't even be thinking about her like that, or anyone her age for that matter. Maybe not anyone at all. If he'd been her father, he would have taken one look at Kotetsu and thrown him through several buildings. She deserved better than him. And he couldn't pull away either. "Karina," his throat was still rough and growly as he rumbled in her ear. He was a little frustrated with himself, but damn if he didn't love the way her name sounded, even from his own voice. It was such a beautiful name. For a beautiful girl. She shuddered at the sound and it was intoxicating. He wanted more. Dangerous, dangerous.

"Yeah," she looked up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes.

He can't bear to look in them, afraid he'll see innocence and youth, or worse warmth and compassion and admiration and shit, then he wouldn't be able to treat her like a mixed up soon to be graduating student. Then he might cave. Damn it, she was so adult sometimes, more mature than the rest of them combined, but she was still young. Still he moved a hand on her leg and pulled her up high for better leverage. "What do you want from me?" he asked in a low voice and nibbled her earlobe, just in case it was all going to end soon. Just in case that first kiss was meant to be something sweet and reassuring and he'd read too much into it. Still... why come here for just something like that? No, it had to be more. Didn't it? And yet... and yet... Of all the people in the world Blue Rose could have, Wild Tiger was the last he expected. Of all the men who'd proposed or tried to give her their phone number or surely asked Katarina out, what the hell could she see in Kotetsu? He would have loved to list the reasons he was better than those guys. All of them. But all he had was heart and part of it was wrapped up to a dead woman and his kid, and the sadness that went with the loneliness. Not something he should let a young woman handle, however mature she was. "Why me?" he kept his voice steady though his confidence was breaking.

"Shut up," she snapped in her usual tsundere way though it was less cold and unfriendly than he was used to. "You think too much." She threw her body at his, crashing into him with an ever harder, more demanding kiss than before and Kotetsu couldn't help kissing her back just as hard. He loved dominant women. Dominant women who could be cute. Always the best. She rolled tight against him and he growled once again, aggressive to play off her own strong kisses and he lightly nipped her bottom lip, tugging with his teeth before she assaulted him with her tongue and he kissed back, trying to claim dominance. She let out a loud moan and pushed herself against him again, and just like that... his confidence really did break this time. For a moment... when she did that... he thought of his dead wife. He hadn't meant to, and Karina wasn't a replacement. But maybe he cared too much about Karina to let her be the first one after his wife's death. Maybe he really should have started dating some years ago, but he hadn't been ready. Still wore the ring. Half of the time still felt married. Kotetsu gently set Karina down and patted her head. He forced himself to breathe carefully though he couldn't help the blush to his cheeks or the sheepish look. He grinned and shook his head. He wanted Karina. He really did. And that was just it. A small break. He had to think this through better. Give her time to think. She was still young enough that hormones were raging and could make any uncertain decision a suddenly bad one.

He hummed softly and shook his head. Damn she was a thing to behold. Another time, another place, if she were just a few years older and he'd have been all over that before anyone could think to hold him back or say "Down boy." "C'mon, lets get you a drink," he suggests a little breathlessly but with a grin, shoving his hands in his pockets and ambling towards his kitchen. He needs to talk to her. To know that this is more than something crazy. Something real. Ah fuck, maybe he's a girl.

"No, I'm fine, I should go,” she insisted, back to the icy cold tone so fast that Tiger got freezer burn.

All the warmth that had been flooding him moments earlier from great sensations, wine, the knowledge that someone didn't think he was too old for well... something... the fact that someone actually liked him and the sheer physical feel of her body pressed tight against his; it all went flooding out in that instant, leaving a cold wind sweeping over him inside. Shit. Was she mad he'd stopped? Was she realizing it was a bad idea to even come there? "You sure you don't want a drink?" he offered trying not to be hopeful. It was the least he could do and maybe then they could figure things out.

"Very," she stared him down evenly and the icy look wasn't one he was used to seeing with the brown eyes; only the blue from when she was a superhero and using her powers as a NEXT.

He was crestfallen, but rolled with it. Her decision, and perfectly reasonable given the circumstances, "Do you need a ride home?"

"No I don't," she muttered still as frosty as a New England February. He tried to understand what she was thinking. Was she mad for kissing him in the first place? She didn't look like that so much as... so much as what? She must have felt it though, the way he'd felt her eyes on him all those times in the past. At least... now he hoped it was him. Could he even hope that yet? "Thank you however. It won't happen again--”

Oh. That settled it. He glanced down and quickly mumbled, "It's not you Karina." He hadn't even meant to say it out loud. Just too honest not to. She started tugging off the sweater and he frowned. It was too cold and she looked too amazing in it. "Keep it," he insisted, reaching to pull it back down.

She flutters and starts to flush, and for a brief moment, Kotetsu swore he'd done a good thing and made her happy. And then she tried to punch him in the face. He already had his hands up from being about tug the sweater down though so he caught the fist gently in one hand and kissed the top of it. Now see that whole thing with the sweater? That was cute. Stupid un-cute Bunny. Why kind of Bunny wasn't cute? "Give me a moment to get my keys," Tiger insisted and went to go get them and real shoes. At least this way he could try to talk to her a little more. It wasn't like he wanted to say no entirely -- okay maybe his willpower was pathetically weak, but he had his reasons and they went beyond that she was hot and that he was lonely, so that had to count for something -- but he couldn't just do this without knowing why. If she wanted to use him to make Bunny jealous, well fuck him, he might do it. Okay probably not that far. But he'd help her. He'd help her with whatever she let him, but he couldn't if she was just going to shut him out. He needed more than that.

If he thought it'd be a good chance to get conversation out of her, he was shit out of luck. She stared out the window the whole time at the passing streets and buildings, all the way up to her parents' house. She was about to leave without so much as a word and he got frustrated. Was she just going to walk out without even trying to explain herself to him? Leave him wondering all night? She was honest, so devious plans didn't suit her, and yet, what was she up to? "Karina," he growled and when he turned back to him with a hopeful look he couldn't help himself kissing her forehead. He kisses down her nose to her lips because she doesn't push him away, because she's so close, because she smells so fantastic that he wants to try once again to send her the real message he'd meant to before. But then she punched him again, this time he hadn't expected it and it sent him reeling back and she ran out. Well. Fuck. That could have gone better. He started re-thinking all of it. He shouldn't be kissing someone that young, shouldn't be thinking worse things like how amazing her chest and thigh had felt -- would feel in his hands or pressed against various parts of him. Normally he would have walked her up to safety, but after the punch she was gone too fast and by the time he pulled himself together she was inside. He gave up and drove back home.

It was hard to sleep. He never really slept great at home unless they'd been working late the night before or he was drunk enough. He missed his wife. Missed even having a wife. Fuck his life. Finally he drifts off, blissfully blank and resolves himself to figure out Karina's motives tomorrow. If she's being tsundere as she usually is, but genuinely likes him, then he just needs to know. Otherwise, he owes it to her to help out whatever the case may be.

The next day working out was a nuisance. Tiger rarely bothered doing any extra exercise than necessary, and that day was no different, especially how tired he was from the night before. So he cat-napped throughout the day, kept a wary out for Nathan and Antonio's suspicions and just in case Bunny had gotten the word from Agnes and thought it was a good idea. Eventually it cleared out until only Kotetsu and Karina were left. He took that moment to strike, pouncing like a tiger and moved her up against a wall, playing on a hunch based purely on his instincts that she did like him physically if not much else. "Karina," he growled again and lightly pawed his hands on her hips. He was right, if anything she seemed mesmerized, not mad by the kisses, so it must have been the lack of kisses that did it. Now to get the rest of the story from her. As she started to reach for his chest, he pinned her hands up above her and pulled back from the kisses a little to make her talk. "Why me?" It was important. Of all the billions of people she could have, Kotetsu could barely think of a good reason to pick him. And he was he was his own biggest fan aside from his mother and ex-manager. Not exactly objective character witnesses there.

"Why not you?" she reflexively answered and tried to get more kisses.

He kissed her back out of reflex at first, but this was important damn it. He really needed to know if he was a stepping stone to her. He'd let himself be one, but he needed to know otherwise he'd do something dumb and fall head over heels for her. Maybe introduce her to Kaede, maybe think it was all real and long lasting. She was his first in a very long time, and he needed the truth. "Why me?" he insisted, feeling like a rope drawn very taut. He was ready to spring into action like the tiger he felt like, but not yet.

"Kiss me," she demanded with a breathless pant and beautiful brown eyes narrowed on his amber ones.

He wanted to oblige to that order, if he'd been any other straight man in the world he was certain he would have. But he was getting frustrated with all of it. With her refusal to answer that started to seem like more than tsundere and trying to hide something that would hurt him. Frustrated with his own weakness to be able to just take what she was offering for what it was worth and not worry he'd be crazy about it. But he had a tendency to like things hardcore and go all out. Especially people. Even he knew that. "Why me, Karina? Why me and not someone else? You think it's funny toying with a old man?" he growled voicing the taut frustration.

She just smirked, pink lips deepening red from the kisses and making her mouth even more mesmerizing when she smiled. She hooked a leg around him to tug him close and threw him a little bit off balance. He'd been expecting to stay on the offensive for this, not have it turned on him. "I like you, idiot," she said as if explaining to him that clouds float like ice on water. "I really like you."

Amber eyes widened. It was too good to be true, wasn't it? He'd thought he was getting through to her, but he hadn't thought it'd worked so well. She liked him. No one liked him. He had the least amount of fans, and yet someone with the most, someone as stunningly brilliant and independent and beautiful as her liked him. A rumbling tiger noise built up inside him along with the happy feeling like a hot air balloon was rapidly inflating in his chest. He kissed her back instantly -- how could he not? And moved to put her up on a shelf that held dumbbells, he couldn't stop kissing her, touching her, reminding himself this was real and she was solid and this was here and it existed, and how amazing it felt. He let out of the rumbling growling purr and nibbled and sucked on her throat. Fuck it, she was honest, so she must like him. And if not, if it was a game, then he would make damn sure to help her make anyone else who was jealous, absolutely green with envy. He bit and sucked all over her neck and she rolled her head to give him access. It wasn't mature what he'd done, but as he moved back to look at the small budding marks, he was damn proud of it, ridiculous as it was. She whined, desperately wanting more and the sound alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

Still, he reminded himself, she was young, hormonal, and as mature as she was, she didn't always handle things perfectly. If she'd merely talked with him last night he'd have given her hundreds more kissed to try to satisfy her. He whispered in her ear with a small purr, "Don't run away next time," and pulled back to do almost just that. They had a fundraiser to be at tonight and while Tiger was never much of one for those things, Blue Rose certainly was. He might be willing to bruise her neck a bit and force her to wear a choker or show the world for all it was worth, but he wasn't going to let her play hookey like he always did. Besides, this was for a good cause, and he always showed up to those. Even if he did spend most of it trying to master Ivan's art of invisibility. He head off to go take a shower and get changed, pleased as punch with himself. Hell, now that he had a reason to pay closer attention to what was going on, it might even be kind of fun.

"Go to hell you bastard!" she snarled after him, and he was glad his ankle was out of kicking range.

Still, without even turning around he chuckled and waved back at her. "I'll dance with you if you show up." He would too. He was a good dancer, so long as anything from at least a decade ago counted. Given that it was a fundraiser, the music and dances were bound to be even older than. At first he almost wasn't sure why he'd offered. It just seemed the thing to do, and he really did hope she'd let him dance with her. He didn't bother looking back to see if she was going off to get ready or would accept the invitation. His instincts had been right about her, and he was sure she wanted that dance. He'd see her there, no doubt about it.

Meme: Disney Songs your Characters would Sing

2011-05-03T04:55:21Z

Fujiko:
So This Is Love (Cinderella)
He's a Tramp (Lady and the Tramp)
I Won't Say I'm In Love (Hercules)

Marco:
This. Hero of the Story
--- And it'd be all about Whitebeard and Ace ;;

---Ooc-ish: BASICALLY Marco would sing a lot of these as a deadpan joke, but really just that sooo don't get on my case---
A Friend Like Me (Aladdin)
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (Mary Poppins)
Let Me Be Your Wings (Thumbelina) -- Craaaack but idec it fits
Give a Little Whistle (Pinocchio) -- Admittedly he'd just do that about himself I think XD (Always let your captain/phoenix/bluebird/nakama/Marco be your guide)

The Entire WB Crew:

That's What Friends Are For (Jungle Book)
-- Booth would too just saying.

ALSO ENTIRE WB CREW:
Kiss the Girl (Little Mermaid)
We Are One (Lion King 2) -- shut up you know it's way too applicable XD
Good Company (Oliver)
Seize the Day (Newsies)

Ace:
~~ALL OF THEM EVER~~
One Jump Ahead (Aladdin)
You'll Be In My Heart (Tarzan)
Your Heart Will Lead You Home (Tigger Movie)
I'm Still Here (Treasure Planet)
No Way Out (Brother Bear)

Smoker:
No. Just no. He had enough issues singing Pirates of Penzance when forced by event. XD

Marco/Ace

2011-04-26T06:05:19Z

Pairing: Ace/Marco
Length: 9 small notebook pages *ignores all your accepted measurement standards*
Premise: Following up AU!Discedo, a what might have happened if Marco actually made a move (but he didn't because friendship~) They both were without their devil fruits and got drunk that night to toast WB's birthday (first one after his death for Marco) and Marco actually turned down his "girlfriend" (AU) because well, he likes Ace and doesn't know what to do about it. So yeah.
Rating: R/NC-17, first porn I've written in ages, especially that wasn't het or Smoker/Ace :|a So you should ignore it XD

They were too drunk for this. Ace was fading fast, the alcohol making the sleep slowly creep up on him more, but with Ace plying soft kisses to his neck, Marco found he didn't much care. They were warm and soft and in just the right spot. Spring wasn't making him so "twitterpated" without his devil fruit now, so what was the problem affecting him, making Marco so damn susceptible to loosening up around the brat? Maybe he really was just that attracted to Ace. It'd explain a lot.

He couldn't just blame it on his phoenix side being drawn to Ace's fire now. This new place had taken their powers away. All that was left was nakama, affection, and the rush each of them got from hitting on each other. The games they kept playing for months led up to this: affection, attraction, want, need, hurt, comfort, all bubbling over until Ace was scrambling into Marco's lap and the older man was inventing a thousand things to do to Ace -- each thought dirtier than the last. And maybe they were a bit drunk.

So far as Marco was concerned, they'd earned it. It was the first Whitebeard birthday without his old man, and on top of it Ace was far too welcoming of the idea of settling in somewhere in another world, another life now that he (Ace) was dead. Marco didn't want to think on that, or any of it, and he sure as hell didn't want to feel the pain anymore. He hadn't wanted to feel anything, just wallow in numbness, but Ace had good knack for changing his mind, and decided to fill the void with only good things. Warmth and tender and -- oh fuck -- Marco wasn't sure they'd both last at this rate.

How the hell far was it to the hotel anyway? Good thing neither of them were driving. Ace's "family" didn't need Marco disrupting their lives, and Marco absolutely couldn't take Ace back to meet his so-called girlfriend. "I knew wouldn't know what to do with a girl," Ace panted into Marco's ear as he undid the dressed-up tie and buttons on the collar so eh could sink his teeth deeper into the scruff man's neck. There was still lipstick on the collar from Linda's send-off, part of which had prompted the whole discussion about just exactly how gay Marco was.

The older pirate grunted quietly in response and slid his hands up along the insides of Ace's thighs. "I've been with women before, brat," he was repeating himself and far too halfhearted to even make the effort to keep his face eternally deadpan smooth and free of emotion. Instead, brief annoyance at Ace's constant belief that Marco was extremely gay flickered across his face. It didn't last for long though, especially not with the way Ace's hand dipped down the first of his chest, slid down over the tattoo under the shirt buttons and began kneading down even lower.

"Doesn't mean you know what to do with them," Ace snickered and accidentally kicked the seat in front of them as he tangled his legs with Marco's. Blue eyes rolled in irritation and Marco shut Ace up with the hard kiss, the taxi driver was clearly completely forgotten by the two of them. Or at least ignored. Good thing they'd found the address of the hotel in advance.

He could have slept with Linda before meeting Ace for drinks, and had it been back home in their own world, he probably would have. Here though, there wasn't much point in it. Here, it was exactly as he'd already told Ace himself. There were other people he'd rather be sleeping with. Well, really, just one other person.

Lucky for him, that one person was fidgeting in Marco's lap, still trying to undo the buttons on Marco's shirt and complaining that he looked unnatural like that. The kid -- no, adult now, Ace had certainly proven that -- slid backwards and nearly hit his head on the front seat as the taxi came to a sudden stop. This world was so freaking weird. Land ferries. Like camel taxis or yagara bull, but without the animal, just like how their den den mushi lines were missing the telepathic snails. Marco made sure to pay the driver and didn't even bother straightening his shirt as he climbed out of the strange metal door.

Ace stumbled out behind him, and actually tried to act collected for a bit. "So we're...?" he left it open ended for Marco to fill in the blanks.

"Come on Freckles," Marco dragged Ace along by the red beads and led inside. He wasn't paying much attention to the room he bought, but the brat constantly slipping his warm hands around Marco's waist surely had something to do with distracting him.

Only waiting just long enough to get the keycard from the attendant, Marco almost forgot his little bit of plastic that carried their money. Ace grabbed it though, half as an excuse to grope Marco when he put it back in the black pants pocket and take time to molest the muscular leg under the fabric. The second the elevator doors closed, Marco advanced predatorily on the younger man, pressed him up against the "wall" and kissed him with all the force of his pent up sexual tension, springtime be damned. If this was how much he wanted ace when they were just drunk, Marco didn't know how he'd last when he got his devil fruit back and the weather was warm.

Ace kissed back enthusiastically, all tongue and teeth, eager to get even more of an explosive reaction from the blond pirate. Which wasn't going to be hard if he kept up the pace. There was some sort of song playing in the background, but Marco couldn't be bothered to notice it, not with Ace biting hand licking down his all too sensitive neck. They'd moved past the sweet and tender kisses they'd shared in the car, all seductive and cute, pure affection, and then into a far more aggressive needy stage. Fire and passion, huger and wanton lust, even without the flames to egg things on. It was really just as well, because even if Ace thought Marco hadn't noticed yet, Ace still occasionally slipped like he was inches from falling asleep, and if he did that before Marco got some action now, Marco might just have to kill him.

"Marco," Ace moaned breathlessly as he rolled his hips against the blond's. Marco gulped at the sound of his name like that and didn't bother trying to quash the thrill, remembering all too well how much he'd fantasized about hearing it said like that.

"Y-yeah Ace," Marco mumbled back and rocked against him in return.

Ace let out a pleased sound at the sensation and pounced the older man, quickly wrapped his arms around Marco's long neck and Ace's strong legs around the trouser clad waist like a clingy monkey. Marco inhaled a sharp gasp of air and stumbled backwards slightly, carrying Ace with him. Ace for his part, didn't even check to make sure they weren't on the floor, just wasted no time and busied himself with sucking on one of Marco's earlobes and tugging with sharp teeth, fully intent on making Marco melt. The elevator doors opened to the appropriate floor and Marco carried them out into the thankfully quiet hallway. "Which number is it?" Marco asked into Ace's neck that he was busy covering in little bites and signs of affection that would probably linger for a week without logia healing.

"Dunno," Ace answered in between needy groans and tilted his head to give Marco more access. "Something high."

An annoyed grunt at the delay and Marco pressed Ace back against a wall to look through his pockets. He was getting too old for this, especially without his devil fruit's accelerated recovery rate. "Hurry," ace impatiently pleaded. Marco shot him a dirty look and Ace ammended with a laugh, "Please?"

"Working on it, kid," Marco grunted as Ace busied himself playing with the pineapple haircut and trying to suck on Marco's neck despite the angle. "Aha," he claimed victory at finding the number on the keycard.

"You take too long old man," Ace smirked as he stole the key from Marco's fingers and slid down the muscular washboard abs to saunter on ahead. Running a hand over the back of his head, Marco couldn't help but silently wonder if Ace had a point. Then again, it was Ace, he was probably just being a pest as usual. Still, one of the of them was in over his head, and Marco honestly couldn't tell which of them it was. Thinking too much was such a problem and the pirate turned "landscaper" just wanted to stop that. He was going to fuck Ace until the headboard rattled loose and then figure things out from there. Well, that was what he wanted to do, but already the nagging questions about whether he maybe was in love with Ace were already creeping up on him and refusing to let go and just leave him alone. After all, it had to be about more than sex since he'd turned down Linda's offer just in order to spend more time with Ace, back when he thought it was just for drinks. Hell, if Marco was going to be honest with him, he was practically obsessed with the kid, and even other people had noticed.

"Oi Ace," Marco followed him inside the hotel room.

"Yeah?" Ace tilted his head and shut the door behind them.

Marco paused. He was lousy at putting his thoughts to words most of the time. Especially when emotions were involved. "It's not just Spring," he alluded to their previous conversation about how thanks to the zoan devil fruit, spring affected him worse than the other seasons, even if it rarely came into play on the Grand Line -- except the one time they'd landed a Spring island during Spring, but luckily for Marco, Ace hadn't been there for that.

"I know," the cocky brat smirked back.

Damn not-a-kid. Ah well, Marco reflected as he started rapidly undoing Ace's clothes and strew them all over the floor, this just meant that Ace learned from the best, and Marco was proud. Besides, he'd take an Ace bragging about his skills and sexual prowess over one who felt guilty over something none of them could have prevented, any day of the week. "Good, eh," Marco smirked in return and quickly busied himself with the task of getting the freckled pirate completely naked. It didn't take too long. Even with this new life as a bank security guard, ace didn't wear much on his time off.

Marco was another story however. He still had the tie loosely hung around his neck, half of the buttons done up haphazardly, and there hadn't been any progress made on the pants. Ace was also a bit too out of it to be much help, the alcohol simply speeding him up, but also making his thoughts cloudy. "Marco," he whined impatiently.

"Yeah, I hear you," Marco drawled and pushed Ace back into the couch. Ace stumbled back and sprawled out on his scarred back while Marco checked his pockets for lube or something. No good. He'd either have to drag Ace into the shower and use shampoo, or hope the nightstand by the bed carried something suitable. Well, whatever, either way the pants were coming off. Ace lazily covered Marco's chest and baring hips with small bites and sucks. Warm fingers worked the hem of the pants lower to take advantage of the slowly exposed skin.

"Faster," the freckled pirate pleaded with a grin.

"Ace," Marco warned with a small glare and dark tone as he finally got the pants off. Ace tossed him another crazy grin. "How do you want this anyway?" Marco asked and tilted his chin up as Ace moved to bite back up the tall man's neck. Depending on the answer Ace gave, it make finding lube a moot point entirely. Especially if he had to ease Ace into the whole thing and start off small tonight. Did that mean this would be a relationship now? Or rather a relationship step? Thinking too fucking much again.

Another crazy grin was thrown Marco's way and Ace started sucking on his ears and dragged blunt nails down Marco's back, roughly massaging where Marco usually was most likely to get soar from flying. "With your on your chest, twisting your fingers in the sheets, and screaming my name in bliss," Ace answered, not missing a single beat.

Marco blinked in surprised. Well, that was unexpected. Somehow with all of Ace's talk, he'd taken him as being more straight than not and inexperienced in sleeping with other men. He really had thought Ace would need to be eased into the situation, all too used to sleeping with women. "And you say I'm too gay to know what to do with a woman?" Marco arched an eyebrow, half amused, half surprised, and kissed Ace hard.

"Yeah," Ace smirked and ran hot hands over Marco's cock. "There's something you want more, right?" he bit Marco's lip roughly and tugged it with sharp teeth.

Sharply sucking in air, the scruffy man wasn't sure what to say. "Hah, don't get cocky kid," Marco drawled and shoved Ace back onto the couch and straddled on top of him, kissing more and savoring the mingling taste of the alcohols they'd consumed.

"Right, right," Ace panted and arched up against him. "That's your job, huh."

Tossing off the shirt, Marco rocked down against Ace, ground their hips and cocks together for sweet rough friction and roughly kissed him hard again. "If you want to fuck me, you better help me find some lube, eh."

Ace lit up at that, and fires burned in his eyes even without the devil fruit. "You serious?"

"Never," Marco deadpanned and kissed him again, slowly bit his way down Ace's neck and rubbed a thumb briefly over Ace's cock slit. "Doesn't mean I won't let you top," he crooned quietly in an ear.

He knew better than to keep pushing his luck, so Ace just nodded and pushed Marco up so they could take it back to the bedroom. Ace raced ahead to look for lube while Marco ambled along behind him, relaxed and a little sleepy. Still, it was good that Ace was so excited. Definitely meant that Marco wasn't the only wanting this. Plus, Marco hoped as long as Ace topped, he'd be a lot less likely to fall asleep. As much a pirate as Marco reveled in being, he drew the line at fucking unconscious nakama.

"Aha!" Ace gleamed victoriously holding up a small bottle of something.

"Good job Freckles," Marco smirked back and flomped onto the bed a little wearily. Maybe Ace had a good point about speed after all. It'd been a long day running around to try and find everyone and make sure they were all okay. How many drinks had they had anyway? Maybe a few too many, but if this was the end result, Marco didn't much care. "Here," Marco took the blue from Ace's hands, and gooped up a pair of fingers before slipping them inside himself with a soft groan.

"What? Marco, I wanna feel!" Ace almost whined petulantly, and aggressively bit Marco's ear as he groped up between the blond's legs.

Marco grunted and took his fingers back out and handed the lotion over to Ace to use. "Fine, but I swear Ace if you --" he didn't even get the words out before Ace's hot fingers pressed inside hard and angled upwards sharply. Fucking brat.

"Have a little trust in your nakama," Ace teased with a giant smirk and deftly twirled the fingers around inside.

Letting out a long low groan, Marco clenched his teeth hard and forcibly resisted gripping the sheets so soon in, just because that was how Ace said he wanted him. Nope, definitely couldn't blame this on spring. This was all Ace and his own damn fault for falling for the freckled man. "Oh fuck," Marco swore and bucked his hips forward out of reflex at a particularly rougher push. Damn Ace, always making it about trust. Then Marco couldn't refuse him. trusting his nakama was an absolute, in spite of everything that happened, or perhaps because of everything. Because of Teach and everything the crew had been through, they had to trust each other now more than ever. He rocked back evenly, trying not to fall into a rhythm so soon, but needing to get the feel of Ace's fingers deeper inside, stretching him out.

"And I thought I was the one who hadn't gotten sex in awhile," Marco could just hear the smirk in Ace's mocking tone of voice, "You're more tightly wound up than a marine."

He couldn't help the brief flicker of jealousy that coursed over him like a reverse feeling of the soothing blue flames. Though Marco quickly tried to suppress it, he glanced back with a piercing blue-eyed gaze, "That so?"

"Yeah<" Ace smirked and spread the fingers out inside of the older pirate. "Good thing I'm here to help you relax." Hot fingers kneaded down Marco's shoulder muscles, determined to help him relax.

Grunting again, Marco waved Ace onward. Freckles wasn't the only one in danger of falling asleep early. "I'm not a woman, eh," Marco muttered and twisted fingers in the sheets -- screw holding out, he needed the grip to brace himself as Ace got fed up with the lube job and decided it was good enough so slowly dragged the fingers out, brushing them against the walls of Marco's so-called scrawny ass. "You don't need to relax me first." Still he was braced a little too tensely to make that claim entirely believable. He didn't even want to figure out how many years it'd been since he'd bottomed like this.

"No, I really think I do," Ace answered with another of his crazy grins, the only warning he gave before he edged the head of his penis just inside the rim of Marco's tight flesh.

Quickly sucking in a gasp of air, Marco arched back against the younger man, and moved to let Ace press in even further. "You're not that big mate," Marco grunted, rolling forward again as Ace pulled back.

"It's not about size," Ace shook his head causing floppy black strands of hair to fall in front of his dark eyes. He pressed in a lot harder and Marco thought he might have understood what Ace meant. It was all about control and while Ace had come a long way, he was still a rash kid sometimes. No brakes.

"Just don't tear me to ribbons, eh," the scruffy blond mumbled and relaxed into the movements as much as he could.

"Uh-huh," Ace grunted, starting to pick up steam and thrust in harder, faster. "Marco," he moaned into the older man's ear before following it up with bites and sucks.

"I -- I mean it Ace," Marco panted back, rolling against the other's rhythm, "No phoenix healing here." At least without the devil fruit for both of them, Ace couldn't do something crazy and burn him either.

Ace groaned louder and sucked on the ear more, adding hungry little nibbles as his rhythm got more chaotic and haphazard, slowly starting to slip out of control. "Relax and it won't be a problem."

Damn brat. Marco couldn't formulate anymore words to put up an argument though, especially not when Ace's warm fingers wrapped around his own hand to guide stroking Marco off. He tightened the grip on Marco's hand, insistently setting and controlling the steady pace. "Ace," Marco moaned, virtually begging for more speed.

Laughing, Ace sped up and moved Marco's hand out of the way entirely so he could work the angle better and feel the friction sliding along Marco's shaft himself. He deepened the thrusts almost painfully, sharply spreading out the lube he'd inserted earlier and fucking Marco more deeply than he'd been fucked in ages at least. Still, maybe he'd been right about Marco needing to relax a bit more. "Who's taking too long now, eh?" Ace chuckled and mockingly affected Marco's verbal tic.

Whatever Marco was going to retort fell flat at the warm fingers stroking him off just right and the sharp fast thrusts probing even deeper and rougher. "Whatever, just don't stop," Marco managed to softly grunt out between gasps of air and arching his to give Ace better leverage. He briefly wondered if letting Ace fuck him was really the best idea under the circumstances. The kid was fast, hard, and every bit a cowboy, making Marco feel even more like a ride than if he still had his devil fruit and was taking Ace flying. And Marco had stamina, usually well beyond the rash kid who had a tendency to burn his energy up fast in a fiery explosion. Which probably meant Ace was going to come first and collapse asleep on top of him like a warm teasing weight, still always mocking Marco with so close at hand and yet far from the release he craved.

"Oh, oh, fuck," there was a horse yelp as Ace forcefully pulled Marco closer and found just the right spots to start hitting with sensitive cock head. Blue eyes widened out of the lazy sleepy expression the phoenix usually wore and Marco couldn't breathe. Oh fuck was fright, that was too perfect. No regrets whatsoever, this was definitely a good idea. Marco tried to keep up with Ace's fast pace, but it was too erratic, and the sensation of Ace's dripping cock head insistently nudging against Marco's prostate was doing him in quickly for a change. Had he been worried Ace would come too soon? Now he just wanted to make it last himself.

Ace sunk his teeth deeply into Marco's shoulder and stifled a loud howl into the muscular flesh. Marco curved his spine back, riding roughly on Ace's cock and then desperately rocking into Ace's hot fingers. He couldn't hold on any longer but it was just as well, since he suspected ace wouldn't be able to hold on much longer beyond him. "Ace," Marco growled with the last of his air as his body rigidly tensed and his vision blurred: all part of the exotic waves of euphoria that settled over him as he came, spilling onto Ace's hand and the sheets. It wasn't a scream like Ace said he wanted, but he'd just have to deal with it.

The freckle kid groaned, he wasn't ready to come yet, but damn if there wasn't something enticing about seeing the first division commander sprawled out in bliss exactly the way Ace said he wanted him. He was tight and hot, and when he went rigid, he got even tighter. Ace was beyond being able to think at that point. All he knew was that stopping was not an option, not yet. he couldn't slow down either, he could only feel, take it all in around him and want so much more. If he'd still had his devil fruit, he'd be playing with fire at this point. As it was, he wondered if it was possible to explode even as all human.

It was really building now. Ace could feel it all over. "Marco," he groaned as his thrusts elongated. "Marco!"

The older man beneath him sucked in air and dazedly rocked back to meet Ace's hips. A small shiver of pleasure traveled down Marco's spine and met at Ace's hips where they junctioned together. The shudder rocked through Ace's body hard and echoed back as he came in a hot heavy flood, his whole body quivering. "Oh fuck, Marco," Ace moaned and collapsed on the arms that had moved from the pirate's wet cock to supporting Ace and holding him up over Marco's back.

"Mm," Marco quietly agreed and wriggled apart to separate from his freckled friend, only to move closer and snuggle back in again.

Ace leaned forward and idly kissed Marco's neck, rubbing cheeks against the unshaven scruff. "'M gonna sleep," he announced and laced hands around Marco in a crushing hug more typical of the ones Ace got from Luffy. "It's weird that you're not in phoenix."

"Aye," Marco nodded and shook his head quietly, "No regrets though, eh."

"Never," Ace mumbled and fell asleep

Things would probably get complicated now, but Marco decided he was too drunk and sleepy to really care. When the time came to deal with it, he would. Maybe. For now, Ace was warm and comfortable and it was too nice to ruin with too much thinking.

Swag Acquired: 2 CONS back to back

2011-04-24T20:31:12Z

Manga:
Tramps Like Us 5, 10, 11 ($2 each)
Aoi House: 2 ($2)
Hunter x Hunter: 16 ($2)
Gunsmith Cats (supersized): 8 & 9 ($2 each)
Lupin III: 9 (for Ash) -- $2

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T-Shirts:
One Piece group -- $10
Dr. Who Daleks Exterminate (for my Dad) -- $15
Ghostbusters florescent -- $6
Perry the Platypus -- $10

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Figurines:
Army Fujiko from Castle of Cagliostro -- $25
Garp -- $33
Silvers Rayleigh -- $32
Drake -- $18
Ace in motion w/ flames -- $16
Whitebeard in motion breaking the sky -- $16
Strong World bikini Nami -- $8
Chibi Ace -- $10
Chibi Whitebeard -- $8
Mini Zoro -- $4
Mini Chopper -- $4
Mini Thousand Sunny -- $4

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Keychains/pins/buttons:
Zoro pin -- $5
Halloween Robin & Sanji dangling pin -- $8
Lucy (Fairy Tail) keychain -- $8
Shanks wanted poster keychain -- $6
Ace wanted poster keychain -- $6
Jinbei keychain -- $6
Marco, Vista, and WB set -- $10

5 buttons for $6:
Canada
Prussia
red dragon
Bardroy (Kuroshitsuji)
Airship Pirate
Tiger girl Zodiac
&
Japan relief button -- $2 donation

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Games:
FF VIII on PS: -- $18
FF I & II on DS -- $12 (b-day present for Luffy)
Spyro 2 on DS -- $10 (B-day present for Luffy)

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Other shinies:
Ace bracelet
Ace necklace: -- $25 for both w/ bracelet
Ace belt chain: -- $35
Wall Clock in Ace style -- $40 (bought by my Mom, on hold for birthday)
Boa Hancock and Nami posters -- $15 (bought for Kyle)
Brook bookmark -- $1.50 (for Moosey)

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For the love of god, don't tell me if there are places to get any of that cheaper, I will hit you. ^_^ I am kind of proud of me for not getting more posters, but if they'd had the Ace/Shanks/Whitebeard from the set with Nico Robin and Boa I would have >> As it is, I'm gonna see if I can find it online pfft. SO MUCH ONE PIECE STUFF. I *was* looking for things with Maes Hughes, Detective Conan, Fairy Tail, The World God Only Knows etc, but OP is just more popular. Also. Shiny.

Stolen from Shichi because rather than work on my writing I do memes >> orz

2011-02-01T08:41:27Z

Pretty obvious, bold = true.

I am a boy.
I am a girl.
I am shorter than 5’4.
I think I’m ugly sometimes.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo. ~~I do want one though~~
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses. ~~Contacts when I need them.~~
I would get plastic surgery if it were safe, free, and didn't leave scars.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.
I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve run away from home.
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I’ve lost a child.
I’m in school.
I have a job.
I've fallen asleep at work/school.
I almost always do/did my homework.
I’ve missed a week or more of school.
I failed more than 1 class last year.
I've used bees to sting my penis during sex. -- Wtf is this Idek...
I’ve stolen something from my school.
I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve peed from laughing.
I’ve snorted while laughing.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.
I was born with a disease/impairment.
I’ve gotten stitches/staples.
I think it's funny to watch people get injured.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I had a serious surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox.
I’ve had measles.
I’ve driven/ridden in a car over 200 miles in one day.
I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Mexico.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls. -- Mom and Dad and Moosey STILL kinda owe me this trip
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Europe.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve gotten lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I went out in public in my pajamas when I was little.
I've watched a sunrise.
I've watched a sunset.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I've kicked a guy where it hurts.
I’ve been to a casino but never played in it.
I’ve been skydiving. -- Also been on my to-do list forever.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
I’ve had a crush on someone of the same sex.
I’ve had a crush on a teacher.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.
I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I’ve sneaked out of my house.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve cheated on a test.
I’ve run a red light.
I've been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve consumed alcohol.
I regularly drink.
I’ve passed out from drinking.
I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.
I’ve smoked weed
I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.
I’ve eaten Shrooms. -- btw Shichi, yeah it's slang for a special type of hallucination-inducing mushroom/drug. Moral of the story, not all mushrooms are edible. Some are poisonous and some cause crazy Mario Bros. style stuff
I’ve popped E.
I’ve inhaled Nitrous.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem. -- So long as they're placebos. I can swallow anything easily, but after that I'd have to go to the hospital if it was even just aspirin strength XD
I hate malls.
I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorders.
I shut others out when I’m depressed.
I take anti-depressants. -- Did in the past. Off them now YAY \o/
I have been anorexic or bulimic.
I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.
I’ve hurt myself on purpose.
I’ve woken up crying.
I’m afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone dying.
I've walked into a wall. -- Not on purpose orz
I've walked into a mirror.
Someone close to me has committed suicide.
I’ve planned my own suicide.
I’ve attempted suicide. -- Kind of. I realized I was getting dark/too migrainey and I always go to someone to keep me safe. Even Laura once.
I’ve written an eulogy for myself.
I own over 5 rap CDs.
I own an iPod or MP3 player
I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.
I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.
I own something from Hot Topic.
I own something from Pac Sun.
I collect comic books.
I own something from Gap.
I own something I got from e-bay.
I own something from Abercrombie.
I can sing well.
I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
I open up to others easily.
I watch the news.
I don’t kill bugs.
I love killing bugs.
I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.
I curse regularly.
I feel awkward when I curse.
I sing in the shower.
I am a morning person.
I am a night person.
I've changed a baby.
I've never eaten a baby. -- But I'll make dead baby jokes ALL the time.
I paid for my cell phone ring tone.
I’m a snob about grammar.
I am a sports fanatic. -- baseball anyway
I twirl my hair.
I have “x”s in my screen name.
I love being neat.
I love Spam.
I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day
I bake well.
My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.
I've worn pajamas to school.
I like Martha Stewart.
I know how to shoot a gun.
I am in love with love.
I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
I laugh at my own jokes.
I eat fast food weekly.
I believe in ghosts. -- kind of
I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
I am really ticklish. -- *sobs* It's a synaesthesia/migraine thing. The more I'm migrainey, the more sensitive my nerves get. Nearly no one
I love white chocolate.
I bite my nails.
I play video games.
I’m good at remembering names.
I’m good at remembering dates.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life!
I switch moods dangerously fast.

Ahem This is why you don't do crackfic kids. Also the story of how Moosey banned me from MSPaint

2011-01-18T10:41:45Z

This is a story. A horribly bad written, on purposely AWFUL, tongue-in-cheek lulz at the fail, lulz more at the stick figures.... Smoker/Ace story.

Alas, it is not even Smoker/Ace... for it is... The Adventure of Chaser and Trace. Once upon at time there was a Smoker fangirl named Silver (who had a brother named Moosey who tried to be the voice of sanity) and an evil dubbing corporation called 4Kids. Upon the destruction of her favorite character, Silver snapped slightly. Rather horribly. Her brother tried to salvage the pieces, but alas it was too late.

THIS. Is the results.

WARNING FOR BRAIN-HURTING CRACK, TRAUMA, SQUICK-OUT, and everything that you ever hated about 4Kids except for Sanji's lollipop. ♥ You've been warned~

Author's Preamble: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I'm about to do and I'm sorry that I don't have the will to stop it from happening. I'm sorry to all my friends, my family (especially Moosey though it really is his fault), everyone I know, everyone who's ever met me in passing, and all the people who don't know me yet. I'm sorry to everyone who will ever possibly hear of this and all of you without the sense/too much curiosity to leave yet. I'm sorry to Shounen Jump, Toei, all the JVAs, every artist, producer, and editor who worked on the One Piece original. I'm SO sorry to Smoker and Ace and MOST OF ALL sorry to Eiichiro Oda because it really shouldn't have come this far. I am not however, sorry to 4Kids, because they brought this on themselves and you all know it. (*Moosey breaks out into songs from Chicago*) And I'm only MILDLY sorry to Viz because I half-blame them too. And hypothetically you'd think my conscience would stop me but it seems to feel they have it coming too. And I'm also REALLY sorry that my drawings are so bad, but trust me... they're not meant to be good. And finally; no I don't actually think Smoker and Ace are like this but I have come to the realization that Chaser and Trace are not the same people.
Moosey: Don't do it Silver!!! This is not the way!
Silver: I have to, Moosey. I have to know why!
Moosey: This solves NOTHING! Don't do it!
Silver: *shaking head sadly* It's too late; I have no choice.
Moosey: There's always a choice!!!
Silver *begins anyways*

This is a picture flip-book done in stick figure style with pretty ICKY pictures.
This is Chaser. (crossed out cigars) -- he chases pirates
He has smoke powers
This is Trace -- he has tattoos because he's a pirate
And he's made of fire.
Chaser loves Trace
Trace loves Chaser
But Chaser is embarrassed because he doesn't want the other marines to know he's in love with a pirate. (Moosey: Or that he's gay!!!! Silver: Oh yeah... that too.)
One day Trace sends Chaser a letter with a flower.
It tells him to wear the flower all day for good luck and where to meet him later that night.
Chaser doesn't want to, but when Tashigi finds it she makes him.
She keeps asking who it's from -- she thinks it's from a girl, Teehehehe. (Moosey: :| *shudders with agony*)
Later that night Smoker goes to the restaurant they're supposed to meet up at. (Moosey: What kind of a guy would go to a heart shaped restaurant!?!?! Silver: A gay one? Moosey: :| Shouldn't have asked...)
Inside Trace is already waiting.
They have a moment. (Moosey: *pukes from the revoltingness*)
Trace shows Chaser his new tattoo. "It was supposed to SWASCE" he explains.
Chaser is confused.
Trace explains. (Moosey: WHAT?! You have a thing for Whitebeard too?! Silver: What? Ew of course not! With all those IV tubes.. no thanks. Moosey: Then why is he. . . gay? He's got all those nurses and junk! Silver: He's not gay! It was on how Ace has two captains Whitebeard and Smoker... get it? Ahhh nvm. Moosey: :| *scoots away*)
"But. . . ." Trace continues.
Chaser is still confused.
Trace answers. (Moosey: *gouges eyes out with nearby fork*)
And with the perfect ambiance set they have a romantic dinner filled with tons of Lady and the Tramp cliches. (Moosey *singing* Oh this is the night, the disturbing night and they call it . . . . I've ran out of things for this. Silver: Yaoi Notte? Moosey: *throws up again losing his last three meals and intestines*)
But all is not well in the restaurant of Love as Chaser insists their love can no longer continue.
But Trace reassures him that their love can conquer all! (Moosey: *dies from painful agony to escape it*)
And so they finish to go frolic in a field of pretty flowers (*Everyone else dies*)
And Chaser adds, "I've been thinking of adding Usopp's nose to my jitte pike. What do you think?" (All dead souls: :| ) -- I've taken the pictures away because it's wrong. Very wrong.
Trace says, "Well... there's no wrong way to use Usopp's nose." (Retching in heaven.)
THE END.
Silver: So what do you guys think?
*silence*
Silver: Guys????? *sad* :( I'm lonely :(
Voices in Heaven: You should have thought of that before making this atrocity!!!!
Silver: *extra sad* :(
Voices in Hell: Well you still have Chaser/Trace
Silver: Oh yeah! :D
*screams echo through heaven.*

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Part 2. The Return of Chaser & Trace.

That's right the gayest little stick figures ever made are back! Which is why you should beat me up. Happy April's Fools Day! (Reasons I should never be allowed to have MS Paint... Moosey: You were banned remember?!!!! Silver: Yes, but you're too weak to stop me and I don't have anything else to prank you with tomorrow so... Happy April's Fools!!! Moosey: *shudders*)

Chaser and Trace's Karaoke Adventure

Our story begins in ~~a bar....~~ erm juice drinking restaurant in the Grand Line.
"Oh look they have karaoke!" Trace declares with delight.
Chaser is not so thrilled.
Luckily for any would-be patrons, there aren't many people around.
"I'm going to sing 'I'll Be That Girl!'" Trace informed Chaser with a happy grin on his face (**I'll Be That Girl** -- Barenaked Ladies, album Stunt)
Chaser suffered a moment of imagining as Trace happily sang away.
"I'll be that girl, and you would be right over. If I were a field you would be in clover. If I were the sun you would be in shadow. And if I had a gun there'd be no tomorrow," Trace poured his heart into the song while Chaser stead-fastedly ignored him at the bar.
"This is the weakest juice I've ever had," Chaser griped to the bartender smoke pouring out of his mouth, "Got any Power juice?"
"Sing with me Taisa Captain!" Trace begged.
Chaser declined, "Heck no." And drank his cranberry juice.
But since the bar was still empty except for the two of them, Trace went back onstage singing "Come on, come on and there'll be no turning back. You were only killing time and it'll kill you right back! Come on, come on it's time to burn the fuse, you've got nothing do and even less to lose! You've got nothing to do and even less to lose! And I want to take you out of the frying pan and into the fire!" (**Out of the Frying Pan And Into the Fire** -- By Meat Loaf, Album: Bat Out of Hell 2)
This caused Chaser's ears to burn from the flush he was failing to hide and smoke poured out his ears much to the bartender's shock.
After this song, Trace drank an orange juice as he tried to convince Chaser to at least join him in a duet. But Chaser refused and even suggested leaving to find someplace with at least power juice.
"After this song I just KNOW you'll want to sing with me," Trace insisted.
"I rather doubt that Portgaz," Chaser returned ignoring the pirate who sulked back on stage.
Despite only drinking orange juice, Trace was clearly a little bit ~~drunk~~ . . . ~~tipsy~~. . . happy when he climbed the stairs and sang for the whole world -- though really just Chaser since no one else was around. "Wish I could love you out loud! Because I'm under your spell! Wish I could tell the whole world! But I'll just keep it to myself. Wish I could hear how it sounds to be with you and no one else. Don't make a sound, don't tell a soul." (**Love You Out Loud** -- Meatloaf Album: Couldn't Have Said It Better)
It was of course during this that Tashigi, Chaser's second in command tripped inside.
"Chaser!" she said oblivious to the singing pirate on the stage, "Whitebeard's Second in Command, Trace has been spotted in the area!"
"Oh? Really?" Chaser didn't bother looking up from his limeade.
Meanwhile Trace launched into a rendition of, "Man! I feel like a woman!" (**Feel Like a Woman** Shania Twain) in order to catch Chaser's attention. It worked but also caught Tashigi's attention.
"Oh! You found him already Sir!" and with that Tashigi, well used to Trace's antics by now sat down next to her captain and decided to have a nice relaxing white grape juice.
"Tashigi!!!" Trace waved when his song was over, "Come sing with me!"
Tashigi's face blanched, "Oh no, that's alright Trace... I'd rather not." Muttering to herself she murmured, "There's not enough white grape juice in the world to make me sing with him."
The bartender overhearing grinned and said, "But what about purple grape juice?"
Tashigi stared at him indifferently.
"What's the difference?" she asked as Ace launched himself into cheerfully singing, "Life is Like a Boat" (**Life Is Like a Boat** First Bleach ending theme.)
"It's purple," the bartender stated.
For some inexplicable reason that convinced her and she tried it (that and the bartender offered it free.)
"Is it any stronger than this?" Chaser asked holding up the limeade.
The bartender shrugged, "Not really."
Chaser sighed with disgust at the fruity drink but kept drinking it anyways in the hopes ~~to get drunk.~~ that it would get better.
"Well I know you're an emotional girl! It took a lot for you to not lose your faith in this world. But I can't offer you proof, and you're going to face a moment of truth. It's hard when you're always afraid, you just recover when another belief is betrayed. . ." (**A Matter of Trust** -- Billy Joel, Album: Greatest Hits) Ace crooned to Tashigi who nodded her head in empathy to the song, before the pirate switched back to his previous tactic of singing to Chaser, "So break my heart if you must. It's a matter of trust. You can't go the distance with too much resistance, I know you have doubts, but for God's sake don't shut me out. This time you've got nothing to lose. You can take it, you can leave it, whatever you choose. I won't hold back anything and I'll walk away a fool or a king. Some love is just a lie of the mind, it's make believe until it's only a matter of time, and some might have learned to adjust but then it never was a matter of trust." The skanky pirate than did a dance around the stage which he was sure would get the marine captain's attention.
Chaser, however, was too busy splurting out his limeade all over the bar at the word, "lie" and nearly started choking on his own ~~cigars~~ smoke when Trace continued with "Some love is a just a lie of the soul. A constant battle for the ultimate state of control. After you've heard lie upon lie, there can hardly be a question of why. Some love is just a lie of the heart, the core remains to what began with a passionate start, but that can't happen to us, because it's always been a matter of trust."
Tashigi, quite ~~tipsy~~ . . . ~~drunk~~ . . . ~~loosened up~~. . . juiced, decided, "That looks like fun! I think I will join you Trace!"
"Yay!" Trace yelled happily helping her to the stage, Chaser staying firmly on his stool and still trying to recover from the last song, "But what do you want to sing?"
"We Are!" (**We Are** -- First One Piece opening) Tashigi said determinedly.
"But Tashigi!" Trace said in shock, "That's a pirate song!"
Tashigi grinned ~~drunkenly~~, "That's what makes it so fun!"
They happily sang their song under the shine of the stagelights as Chaser mulled over his dilemma. Was Trace being serious about the "love song" or was he just being Trace... like the song about being a woman. Trace didn't want to be a woman, he just liked to tease Chaser (at least, Chaser certainly hoped that was the case, a man that smexy shouldn't ever have a sex-change.) And to have it paraded in front of everybody like that! Finally Chaser decided there was only one solution left to him.
And as Tashigi climbed down the stairs, Trace gentlemanly escorting her, Chaser went up the stairs and hesitantly cleared his throat.
"YAY! Go Chaser!" Trace whooped.
Tashigi tripped but was quickly caught by the bar stool and yelled, "Yay Captain Chaser!"
Chaser cleared his throat again and began unsteadily, eventually singing more clearly, "I know that you love me. There's no need to talk. I see the look in your eyes and I got the proof. And there are no lies on your body, so take off your dress. Oh, I just want to get at the truth." (**Left in the Dark** -- Jim Steinman, Album: Bad For Good)

Moosey (first interruption -- he's done very well at ignoring me): wtf? Why is Trace wearing a dress?
Silver: Remember the "I'll Be That Girl" and "Man, I Feel Like a Woman"?
Moosey: I'm trying not to :|
Silver: Well Trace isn't actually WEARING a dress, Chaser just imagines it so that's why he picked this song.
Moosey: You're an idiot :|
Silver: You do know that just for that I'm now going to sing that song in Chaser/Trace style every time now?
Moosey: YOU ALREADY DO!
Silver: haha... oh right O:)

As the song finished Trace and Tashigi applauded, Trace blinking away the touched tears in his eyes.
"I sang," Chaser gruffly announced, "Can we go now?"
Trace shrugged, "Yeah alright."
But before they could leave in walked (DUN DUN DUN!) Crocodile!

Moosey: Isn't he you know... in jail?
Silver: You'll see

"Crocodile!" Tashigi said in shock, "Weren't you arrested?!"
"I busted out," he explained, "I needed to come drown my sorrows in juice and sing my favorite song."

Moosey: That explains nothing.
Silver: Shut up or I'll add in Jango and Fullbody AND Bon Clay. Yeah I went there.
Moosey: Oh God no... you were so close to finishing!
Silver: Exactly mwhahaha so shush.

Unable to leave without hearing just what exactly Crocodile's favorite song was, the three of them stayed and watched as Crocodile climbed onstage.
"I remember when rock was young. Me and Chaser had so much fun. Holding hands and skipping stones. . ." (***A filked version of Crocodile Rock*** -- Elton John) Crocodile sung into the mike.
Trace glared at Chaser indignantly, "SAND-BOY!?!"
Chaser fervently shook his head, "No! I hate pirates!"
Crocodile chuckled evilly as he wreaked further mischief.
"OH! I See! So you hate me?!" Trace shouted, flames starting leak out.
"No, I hate shichibukai worse than pirates!"
But suddenly Trace laughed saying, "I know Chaser, gosh darn it, you're the one who arrested him right?" and batted his eyelashes at his marine lover.

Moosey: Explain again why you feel the need to censor alcohol but the yaoi stays?
Silver: Because they kept the fire/smoke sex remember? 4Kids supports Chaser/Trace yaoi, further proof just by the gaying up of their names.
Moosey: Riiiight *covers head with stuffed animals and pillows*

Now sad that his evil plot failed, (Moosey: WHAT EVIL PLOT?! That was so lame!) Crocodile continued to sing, "The years went by and rock out died, Smoker went and left me for some pirate guy. Mihawk's crying by the record machine and DoFlamingo's the gayest cat I've ever seen..."
"He is pretty gay looking," Trace conceded.
"... burning up to the crocodile rock! While the other pirates were rocking 'round the clock, we hopping and bopping to the Crocodile rock..." Crocodile continued.
"I think we can go now," Chaser decided, Trace quickly nodding in agreement.

And so ended the Karaoke Adventure of Chaser and Trace. The moral of the story is, as always, do not call Smoker Chaser or Ace Trace or I shall torment your mind. *bow*

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Without a Trace (yes this spoofs on the show Without A Trace if you can't figure that out :|)

1 Month Missing
This is Chaser. He is sad. (Moose: So are the rest of us Silver. So are the rest of us. And what did you do to his cigars? Silver: There's no cigars. It's all an illusion!t's all an illusion!)
That's because his "good buddy" Trace went missing. (Moose: And by good buddy you mean...? Silver: Pirate buddy. Yeah.)
But that's ok! Because Chaser is the best there ever was at chasing criminals! And it just so happens that Trace is also a criminal (Moose: Why then is Chaser "friends" with him again? Silver: We went over this in the first one. Moosey: But it wasn't explained there either! Silver: Do you WANT me to do a prologue? Moosey: No!! For the love of God Nooooo!!!) because Trace is a Whitebeard pirate! (Moosey: that thing attacking Santa's face is not a beard. It's a furry animal attacking his chin. And he deserves it for wearing that ridiculous hat. Silver: that's Santa!! Do not question the Santa hat!)

1 Month & 2 Days Missing: (dun dun!)
Tashigi tells her captain, "Sir! There's been no trace of the criminal named Trace." (Moosey: That's lame. Silver: Actually for my pictures it's pretty decent. Moose: That's the sad part. Silver: *tears*)
Chaser doesn't want the other marines to know he's friends with a pirate so he pretends to be glad about it. "Good Tashigi. Good."
But back away from the other men Chaser confesses, "We must find a trace of his last whereabouts. Anything will do. I fear the worst." (Moose: I've never seen him wear shorts... Silver: It's implied. Because otherwise they'd be naked. *Moosey fervently tries to get the image out of his brain and claws his eyes*)
Tashigi answers, "He was looking for Blackbeard, right?" (Moosey: but Blackbeard doesn't HAVE a beard and that's not even black! Silver: I ran out of black paint on Trace's shorts. Moosey: On MSPaint?! Silver: It could happen! Moosey: This is stupid. Silver: So's your face. Moosey: So is "Black"beard's face)
"Blackbeard should be no match for heat-fist, I faced Trace myself. I don't know what's going on." Chaser muses sadly. (Moosey: Tune in next time on Chaser and Trace for our new product placement the hammer-gun!)
Tashigi queries nervously, "He wouldn't be cheating on you would he?"
Chaser puts a gloved hand over his constantly spewing smoke mouth, "I almost wish he was having an affair. At least then I'd know he was alive." (Moosey: That's a real line from the real show "Without a Trace" Silver: And it was just too cheesy/funny/corny to not use)

1 Month & 2 Weeks Missing:
But suddenly a trace was found! (Moosey: It's really not sudden after a month and a half) "Chaser come quick!" one of the men yelled, "We found a trace of Trace!"
Tashigi gasped when she saw it, "It's a hand tracing!"
"No!" Chaser said, "It's a hand turkey! That's so like Trace."
"If we can trace this hand tracing back to where Trace might have traced it from we might be able to find another trace of Trace!" Tashigi said excitedly. (Moosey: could you work in "trace" another time? Silver: Maybe. Moosey: Wait wouldn't that mean they're going backwards and where he came from and not where he is now? Silver: Maybe. Moosey: *facepalm*)
"Oh no! We're running out of time! His handturkey is getting faint!" one of the men pointed out as the waves on the shore slowly lapped it away.

2 Months Missing
After some fancy maneuvering and chasing things (Moosey: what was he chasing? His tail? Silver: Maybe) Chaser realized, "The last island he was at must have been at is ~~Banaro~~ Be-Near-You Island! Quick to the ship!" (Moosey: Be-Near-You island? Silver: I needed something suitably 4Kidsy. Moosey: Also that ship is horrible. No wonder he had to "borrow" Hina's)

2 Months and 15 hours Missing:
(Moosey: 15 hours? Silver: His ship might look like crap but it's very very fast. Yeah that's it.)
"Look!" Tashigi yelled pointing at the ashen town, "Another trace of Trace!"
Chaser looked crestfallen at the hat, "He must have lost. He would never leave his hat behind."
"He couldn't have done too badly," Tashigi said reassuringly, "There's still flames everywhere."
Chaser stared at the buildings, "There is something strange about this town."
"They have no windows?" Tashigi suggested. (Moosey: She's got a point there)
"No, not that," Chaser retorted.
"The buildings are lopsided?" she ventured a guess.
"No! Will you stop looking at the architecture?! They're all black! They're completely enveloped in shadow!"
Tashigi looked closer at the buildings. "Oh look! It's another handprint! It might be a trace!"
Chaser hurried over to take a look, "No that's a pawprint. It must be Kuma's doing. . . " (Moosey: What kind of animal has 3 toes??)

To be continued. . . (Moosey: oh god just end it)

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!

2011 Headcheck

2011-01-15T13:22:27Z

Since One Piece, tigers, and so forth are absolutely no surprise, this is the newish "THINGS I LIKE" version for 2011. To see how much sticks in 10 years if I'm still around to read it. Not in order, just as they occur to me to mention.

1) Doctor Who. I started gradually watching more and more over 2010. Until the most recent season I wasn't into it. I tried it a couple of times and really wasn't impressed. Then tried a few marathons and the newest season with Moosey and the more I watched it the more I wanted to. It's completely addicting and luckily one of the very rare shows where the more you see the more it really does grow on you.

2) Torchwood. Totally only started because of Jack and the Doctor Who but man in the first episode I saw they had lesbian makeout, sex pollen, succubus dust, the argument of "is Jack straight, or gay?" and a healing kiss. It's like all the GOOD stuff of fandom without the writing that makes you feel like you're kneedeep in sewage. Good times.

3) Border Collies and Australian shepherds. It's no secret I love dogs. And wolves. (duh) By the same token I usually prefer them freaking huge though. Irish Wolfhounds, mastiffs, really the smallest I generally like is a German shepherd and they're still considered pretty damn big by most. I've definitely had a soft spot for the border collies and shepherds in action though because the border collies have an amazing stare/glare for herding and they're both impressive jumping athletes and disc dogs. And for characterization purposes? Can't go wrong with Collie.

4) Ultracet. Not new in the least, but given my Mom's propensity to drama, END OF THE WORLD-esque fears, and the fact that doctors + insurance bureaucrats + pharmacists don't exactly spell out a team of communication success (even on something they've already been DOING for the last 8 years =\) I had a recent scare with the idea that I might not ever get to have some again. Or that it would cost $2000 a year. :| Yeah, it's all fixed, just some bug-up with the new year and prior authorization and MY MOM IS NUTS. But 90 pills to last me 2 and a half months = a happy CC.

5) Pokemon Ranger. Fucking LOVE this game. (Shadows of Almia atm) The writing is epic, the gameplay is GREAT and other than some rough action points I SUCK at and have to get Moosey's help, it's like the best game EVER. Although it should be noted that the action parts are about as rough as in Sapphire/Ruby/Emerald and they could be a bitch sometimes. This is why I keep Moosey for help :3 Anyways gotta get the other 2 though I promised to get through Final Fantasy 3 and 4 first.

6) Directing. It seems strange to say "I forget" but I pretty much will myself to. Once I start working things out from a director's P.O.V. though I remember how much I felt... complete with it. Even more than writing. I guess it's a little weird. I need writing more than directing, but I definitely know myself to be a better director than writer. And analyzing tv from a director's seat makes me tingle with joy~

7) How I Met Your Mother. Pretty much the only current American sitcom I can even call "Really good." Because it is. The writing is fantastic. The jokes are actually funny as all get out, and it's not hard to relate to, while still keeping up really well with modern times even told from a future view. It's awesome.

Edna Million in a drop dead suit

2011-01-03T17:13:48Z

Title: Hey Little Bird
Character(s)/Pairing: Marco, no pairing
Summary: The night of Whitebeard and Ace's funeral, Marco sets out to be a real pirate. Heavily involves Jockey Full of Bourbon Slightly songfic. Relatively angst. Wrote this ages back when explaining the song as being about modern piracy and the desire to run wild and do whatever reckless thing you want vs. the responsibilities of a family back home and trying to guard their backs. Clearly a Marco song.
Rating: R, violence, sex, nothing too descriptive though.
Disclaimer: One Piece is Oda's, Jockey Full of Bourbon is by Tom Waits though I recommend Moxy Fruvous' cover.
Word Count: 3472

Duty, responsibility. Life, death.

He was a pirate, what did he know of these things?

Nakama, family. Ah, those he understood.

On the sea where everyone could be an enemy, or if you were lucky, anyone could be a friend, nakama were the greatest treasure of all. Loyal for life, there even through death, best friends as close as family. Perhaps they even became your family. All that ever mattered.

Betrayal, death, anger, pain.

It shouldn't have happened. It was impossible. Like numbers that didn't add up and no matter how he went over it or from what angle, they couldn't be fixed. It was a chink in the chain, a knot in his sails he couldn't unravel, and the world was falling apart from it.

He was a pirate. Drunk in a bar, just like pirates were supposed to be. And he was thinking to himself, “Hey isn't this how it's supposed to be?” But he knew it wasn't. Felt all wrong. Thatch wasn't there drunk with him, Ace wasn't laughing, freckles dancing like the stars, and Pops... Pops wasn't there to chide his cheap choice of alcohol. None of it mattered, none of it meant anything. Being a pirate without family was virtually pointless. Good times weren't good without good company.

But hell, he wasn't drunk to have a good time. People didn't really get drunk for that. He was drunk so he would stop feeling like someone had ripped his heart out, dragged it through the gutter, fed it to a crocodile and then stomped on it. Because any feeling had to be better than that, right? He looked amazing, even if he felt like shit. Just came from his father and best friend's funeral and hadn't bothered to strip the suit and tie. That was ironic. He didn't know why he'd bothered to dress up. Ace never even wore a shirt and Pops loved that his sons liked to show off their tattoos, which Marco couldn't do dressed as he was.

It had seemed important at the time. He felt somber. Like a man who couldn't cry and yet carried the weight of hundreds on his shoulders. Oh wait, that might be because he was. Responsibility. That was why he couldn't join his father and best friends yet. Couldn't even contemplate the idea. He had promises to keep. Family to keep an eye on. There was a cheap little pistol in his sash he still wore under the dress jacket. He didn't know why he carried it around. It didn't work. And he never shot anyone. And in this downpour no one would even be afraid of it working.

It just made him feel secure. Like he really was a real pirate as much as he said.

A real pirate. What a joke. Was Pops a real pirate? The strongest man in the world. All he ever wanted was a family. Even the King of Pirates would be laughed at by supposedly the “real” pirates today. Hell, Marco had been among those doing their fair share of laughing even when he was alive. Marco wanted to find Shakkey and Silvers. Family. Home. But not so much pain there. They were hurting, but not in despair. And it wasn't his goddam responsibility to keep them going. But Silvers had to move in the world now. And Shakkey wouldn't stay.

When the hell would Red-Hair just go home and leave him alone? Duty.

He wanted to drown. Throw his head back in the rain and drown just to know how it felt. Yeah, he was drunk now.

Would Teach laugh? Probably. Fucking bastard. All his fault and Marco could do nothing but watch. He hadn't been able to stop Thatch's death, hadn't been able to stop Ace's capture, hadn't been able to stop Pops death, but oh how he wanted to. What had held him back? Duty. Responsibility. Loyalty. An oath. Some pirate he was. He couldn't protect the ones he loved and still had to mourn them when they passed so he could protect the rest.

“Hey little bird, fly away home,” someone sang as they cleaned out for the night. “Your house is on fire and your children are alone.”

Well wasn't that just a message to him. Too bad Marco didn't want to listen.

Blackbeard would laugh. And use his new “friends” to laugh with him. They were definitely the biggest idiots in all of this. If Blackbeard betrayed Pops, killed Thatch, turned over Ace, there wasn't a soul in all of existence he wouldn't betray. What did they think made them so special? That they were more valuable? Ha. That he loved them more? Ha. That they were strong enough so it wouldn't matter? Ha.

“Sixteen men on a dead man's chest,” Marco sang into the wet air, moving along now that he was being followed. What a great perk of his father dying. Every goddam MORON in the world thought the easiest way to fame was to kill one of Whitebeard's famous sons while he wasn't around to avenge them. Seems those idiots all forgot that Whitebeard's sons became famous through their own strength, not just his. Oh well, he wouldn't mind actually killing someone. Like a real pirate. Release some of the pent up frustration and rage. The fear and hate threatening to boil over. “And I've been drinking from a broken cup.”

Yup, Blackbeard would betray them all. No doubt about that. And Marco had to look out for his own.

“Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest,” Good old true pirate attire. The ragged gear of the poor idiots who just wore whatever they stole off some laundry line and could never seem to be bothered to clean it. And here Marco was in a suit. Some pirate.

“I'm full of bourbon and I can't stand up.” He waited until he had them somewhere easy that they wouldn't be able to escape and then lashed out. Broke some necks, cracked some ribs, brained one guy on a pile of bricks. Messy, but Marco kept clear of the gore. He was still in his funeral suit after all. Bad enough it was raining, blood was a bitch to get out and Izou would fuss at him.

The phoenix casually walked out of the alley like absolutely nothing had happened, and continued on whistling to himself. Hey little bird, fly away home. No thanks, he wasn't in the mood right now. His family could take care of themselves for a night. They had to.

He had a broken bottle now and bloody knife. So much for the rest of the bourbon, he'd have to get another one. And clean the knife while he was at it. He was going to back in the alley, but he'd just been too messy with that one guy. Shame really. His ears perked at the sounds of marines – probably finding out about those dead bodies now. Pity. And now wanting to arrest him for it.

Killing marines was never worth it. Hm, killing only pirates? That probably didn't make him a real pirate either. Not like any of the shichibukai ever gave a damn about it.

Which was a reminder. He was in the area, might as well do it now. Fucking business as usual. Okay, sometimes he liked the pirate business. It was a living. Family. Life. Nakama. Responsibility. But checking up on Doflamingo was not something anyone with brains wanted to do. Whether they were marines, other shichibukai, slavers, or anyone at all. Unfortunately it was just that; someone had to, and Marco was the only one who could. Good thing the fedora kept his distinctive haircut discreet. Still, it was unlikely that Doflamingo hadn't at least heard that the phoenix was in the area. Oh well, Marco didn't want to fight. Just make sure the pink bastard was busy long enough so the Whitebeard pirates could start throwing up some defenses in Fishman Island.

And those were plans Marco had going even before Pops died. It was a war he knew eventually would come. And pretending he could wait back then would have meant he wouldn't be able to handle it now in his grief. Good thing Marco usually could think well when he wasn't drunk.

Doflamingo owned a seedy little dive. Strangely flamboyant and dark and with puppets for entertainment. Disturbing. And like him. There were pink neon lights mixed with black lights and the whole thing was meant to creep out your average non-pirate. Real pirates liked it or some shit. Actually, Marco already knew that like him, real pirates just didn't give a damn. Because real pirates just needed someplace they could keep an eye on each other and still manage to get drunk off their asses. Because real pirates, like Marco, didn't want to feel whatever other fucking crap they were dealing with on any given day of the week. Huh, maybe Marco was turning into a real pirate after all.

The giant pink Doflamingo was entertaining in the back room. It wasn't easy to prove, and Marco wasn't even going to attempt getting close enough to eavesdrop, he just needed to know the man was still there right now, several islands away from where he'd be more dangerous to Marco's family. Besides, from the look of things, he still had some shichibukai bullshit to finish up with. At least Blackbeard's general constant series of betrayals fucked up things for the enemies of the world too. Score one for that.

Marco grabbed another bottle of bourbon and quickly began downing it while he moved. He caught the attention of a pretty woman and as he exited, she followed and made her move. Oh, he was suspicious all right. She had to be a spy from Doflamingo at the minimum. But in a drunken, angst ridden haze that didn't want to deal with Shanks or even his own crew, the idea of sending back one of Doflamingo's women thoroughly fucked by a Whitebeard commander seemed just delightfully fun.

That was the “real” pirate in him. The part of him that said fuck off to responsibility or obligations or morals, and just said yes to any good time that existed. Besides, if she was one of Doflamingo's women, there was no telling what she might slip up. Could be useful. So much for ignoring plans and never thinking ahead. Oh well, that was why Marco had lived longer than most “real” pirates. It was his curse.

He let her lead him to her place, on the outskirts of the city where even the city lights were growing dim. It was a nice sort of seaside cottage. Even had a garden to boot. Strange, but Marco didn't give a damn. He was avoiding feeling the pain of loss. Heart-wrenching, stomach grinding, cut down to the bone, and let you get chewed up by an organ grinder pain. Something out of the ordinary was good. No memories attached, nothing to spark reminders of those lost.

She didn't even wait until they got inside, just kissed him sweetly, savoring the bourbon taste and then far more hungrily, threw her legs around his waist and practically tackled him to the ground. Vaguely, he realized grass stains might be as bad as blood, but he'd already downed more bourbon and didn't feel like standing up. She was practically going wild on him, sucking on earlobes and neck and frantic to ignore the tie and get to the buttons. A wild thing. He liked that. He nudged her hips down against his own, getting hard fast at the prospect of what was to come and arched into the hungry mouth and almost vicious teeth.

Fuck, it felt good. And definitely too good to be true on a night like this. A light flickered on from the cottage, and Marco internally groaned. Of course there would be a catch. He pushed her up, already knowing what was to come, and blocked an incoming swing from a baseball bat with his forearm. Her husband was a big guy, but probably not much more than a bouncer as far as fighting went. And certainly not the guy's fault he married a slut. Probably Marco's fault for even thinking about it. Well, maybe his fault. His ears caught the woman's squealing about how she didn't know he was home, and this had never happened before and Marco wasn't sure, but he vaguely suspected he heard the word “rape” in there.

Oh well, time to run anyway. Marco gave the guy a light punch in the stomach, more to punish her than him and darted away until he could slip into phoenix form without being noticed. Such a pain. Definitely not worth it. Was that how it was with real pirates? Or would they have known to take the woman to some sleazy hotel instead of getting involved in her freaky rescue kink? Pity. Marco didn't really know, and he wasn't about to ask any of his crewmates. At least he'd know for next time. Unless he was smart and just avoided a next time entirely. But that wasn't a real piratical thing to do. And Marco? He was pirate. A real one. For the most part.

There was a nice tall abandoned mast with the best Crow's Nest in it, out on a ship at sea. Okay, that meant he was in the Moby Dick again, but it was somewhere he could sit and finish the goddam bottle. And if he didn't want to be disturbed, he didn't have to come down. And now he could ease his incessant fears about the ship catching fire and burning down and all his little idiots being well idiots, without him. The ship was somber. No partying for a change, but on a night like tonight, who would? Too wet for cards outdoors, so even those who mourned with a smile would be inside. And that worked for Marco. It was peaceful, and high, and quiet.

And making him think all about the fallen heroes all the fuck over again.

He had to get out of there. Even Sabaody with the goddam nobles and slavers and lack of Shakkey and Silvers would be better than this. He took off in a human dive off the crow's nest, feeling all the bone-chilling rush of danger and “oh shit deck don't crash!” but he couldn't let it last more than a few seconds. It was a peaceful thrilling little rush at first, and then before he could even smash the deck into splinters, all the painful little reminds of the daredevil wildfire of his crew came crashing in on him. Ace loved pulling stupid stunts like that. And Marco loved him for it.

A loud phoenix cry of loss and mourning ripped through him, tearing through the sky and signifying to his crew he was there even though he'd been hiding out. It was all right though, because Marco was flying off again, soaring through the damn wet drizzle and heading towards the most piratical place in the world, someplace Marco could never call home. Sabaody; it was.

Sabaody Archipelago, a fake island made out of floating trees with everything the Grand Line was hidden in its bowels. Slavery, sick-minded royalty, old legends, ships, goods, con artists, hotels, shopping, even an amusement park. It was where every pirate had to stop in order to go through Fishman Island to get to the New World. It was too much a tempest for any one power to control; pirates, marines, bounty hunters, even the tenryuubito. So instead it housed everyone until they moved on after getting sick of the place.

He wasn't sure where he'd landed right away. It's not like he went to Sabaody that often. Even when he did, it was usually in the company of friends. Still, it wasn't that hard to find the pirate and bounty hunter sections of the island. They were filled with sleaze and all the cheap thrills for men on their last bit of relatively dry land before sailing underwater to the New World. Booze was plentiful, but any more bourbon and Marco rather doubted he'd be able to fly straight and with the drizzle it was too risky. He was pent up, from what the married woman started and hadn't bothered to finish. It really was a pity Shakkey and Silvers weren't around or he could have used their pity to swing a threesome. Nevertheless, it was Sabaody, the vice capital of the world and if all he wanted was a drunken one-night stand to forget the rest of the night, that wouldn't be too hard to fulfill.

The sheets were yellow, and he was trying not think too much about how either they were that old or bought yellow in advance for the purpose of hiding age stains. The sex lasted just under an hour in the dark, which, all things considered, he felt wasn't too bad under the circumstances given that he was drunk off his ass and only just met her. He vaguely took in details about her throaty moans and red painted fingernails, but for the most part didn't care to remember her. The room cost him ten thousand berri for the night and she stole his wallet to boot, but it hardly mattered.

There was a hole inside him that just wouldn't fill. Like ever since Teach ate that accursed devil fruit the black hole was sucking up the heart and soul of his crew. First Thatch and his smile and laugh, next Ace the baby brother wildfire, and then their father and captain. Who next? Or maybe all the survivors had little black holes in each of their hearts, eating away from the inside out until it stole them completely. Marco really needed to kill that bastard before anymore were lost, but he wouldn't make the same mistakes as Ace and the rest. He wouldn't go it alone however much he wanted to.

Completely filled with dark murderous thoughts, wounded depression and unbidden rage, Marco felt far more like he was black inside than blue. But then, it was a rather appropriate feeling for a pirate. Black, dark, hate, lonely, longing. He didn't feel like staying in the dirty room and instead set out to steal himself a new wallet. It didn't take too long in a place like this; even with drizzling rain still coming down. After a quick check in at a few bars for information he flew back to the Moby Dick, still whistling the song to himself.

In the end a pirate's view of fun was never going to win over his bird's eye view of responsibility and duty to family. With Pops gone they were going to look up to Marco as a sort of eldest brother, at least for a little while. He didn't want it, but that's how it was going to be. And besides; it was the only thing fueling his blue flames against the black hole inside. The only thing keeping him sane in the storm of things gone terribly terribly wrong. He wouldn't leave them alone. Maybe it wasn't the sort of thing a real pirate would do; sticking to responsibility rather than impulsive rebellion, but that's how Marco was. And anyone who thought he wasn't a real pirate, would have said the same about his Pops which meant they weren't just wrong, they were stupid besides.

“Cheers,” Marco muttered to no one, sitting in his usual place on the deck next to where the shadows of his father and two best friends were missing.

So I started arguing with my Dad on politics...

2010-12-07T09:16:09Z

It's amazing. As Moosey (and many others) have pointed out in the past, we can argue for HOURS about something while being on the same exact side and saying the same exact thing.

It's a little worrisome

Tonight I addressed apparently my 4 biggest fears. 1) My Mom's hoarding tendencies reaching the level that she could be on Hoarders (in a sense watching the show was actually a bit reassuring because she is nowhere near that bad, she has friends who are worse and she tells "YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS" and if nothing else, we can have an intervention showing her the show and just going "This is you :| No more now.") 2) That I might someday have to take food/nutrients intravenously thanks to out of control food allergies and just how bad that would be. Turns out? Even worse than I could imagine. Not cool man. 3) Kids. :| Seriously. I'm not having them. -_-' and 4) Turning into my Dad.

Everyone's always known I'm a lot like my Dad. SO alike it causes friction. Lots of friction. We butt heads. We can barely spend more than a couple of hours in the same room before it escalates to yelling even though neither of us want that because we both have migraines :| mm. Fortunately Moosey and my Mom are so happy go lucky that they always get along with either of us. But sadly together my Dad and I just well... butt heads. Where male!Ace and female!Ace flirt and make friends with each other and Aces generally get along with each other, Smoker and Smoker don't. And as is often bantered (half-kiddingly, but only half) my Dad is Garp, and I'm Smoker. He's a crazy old man whom I love and respect, but he also is crazy and occasionally thinks the sky is falling. My worry is just turning into him as I get older.

Moving along.

We covered a lot of ground. Most of it is pointless (Obama basically bending over backwards for the Republican party so they can -- never mind, I'm ranting), some of it was just opinion stuff (Olympic team sports being silly due to population percentages to choose from), but the poignant one in my opinion was the one that got most heated. Which was why newspapers aren't being bought and CNN/other news shows aren't being watched.

It's been a gradually growing pet peeve of mine for a good 11 years. Not that readership was going down, but that they keep blaming the internet. It's like the American dubbing and manga industries blaming the internet and illegal downloads for loss of revenue when without the internet enabling people to find, learn, and test, they would have no viewers or interest enough to produce it at all whatsoever. (Fortunately thanks the tanking economy, they realized it had nothing to do with illegal downloading so much as that people consider comic books less important to spend on than food and found other ways to get revenue while keeping viewers. Two thumbs way way up on that. Especially to Viz!! \o/) No, the reason they started to fail was because they stopped reporting NEWS. Hell, that's why the Daily Show was first created, less as a political commentary and more to mock how RIDICULOUS news had gotten in the U.S.

And yet in spite of people pointing this out, they (like my Dad) insist that Americans don't want those stories, they want the entertainment. Yes, of course Americans want entertainment in their news. What do you think humans are? We want our news and information spoonfed to us in delectable morsels that taste good and are easy to swallow. Why do children's vitamins come in packaging and taste that makes them almost like candy? This has ALWAYS been the case. This isn't recent or thanks to the internet. Comics were first created and added to newspapers for the express purpose of being more entertaining and selling well. Dear Abbey and other advice columns? Same thing. Gossip columns? Likewise. There's even an entire entertainment section for that reason.

The problem isn't that they were adding more and more entertainment. The problem was they became just that. They stopped trying to make the vitamins marketable and just went "well fuck it, we're practically making candy, let's just make candy" and then failed to remember that candy companies ALREADY exist. Candy isn't a new and improved concept. People who buy candy-like vitamins, still actually want the vitamins, they just want it in candy form. If you're just going to focus on making candy then they're going to go for the REALLY good tasting candy, not the mediocre stuff you eat to get the vitamins in you. Duh. :|

So yeah, news can't really compete with entertainment at entertainment's own game.

By no means am I saying the solution is eliminate all entertainment from news. Hell no. Granted I still watch BBC for news, but there's a reason I watch the Daily Show. It's good television and it offers something other shows don't.

Fox News started in 1996. It didn't "skyrocket to popularity" (yes I use that term loosely) until about the time of the War in Iraq. This isn't because the entire United States suddenly became hardcore Republicans after 9/11. It was because they got pissed off with other news organizations whose editors were basically trying to GUESS on what people wanted to hear about on the news.

~~News Flash~~ Just because we hear something on the news that we don't like or that makes us sad or mad doesn't mean we change the channel. Why? Because it's the news. It's not a fucking sitcom. You don't watch the news to laugh until you cry usually :| You watch the news to make sure the world isn't blowing up behind your back while you were busy running an every-day life.

So while CNN was wavering on whether covering the Iraq War would alienate too many viewers or upset people and caring more about LOOKING fair and balanced, Fox News said "Fuck that shit. Since the other news organizations are basically all doing the same thing, we'll do something different from that and pick up the rest." And that is exactly what happened.

So here's some free information for you. We the public would like our information free and unbiased. However, if you offer us something we can't get from someone else, we will fork over the cash. It's like paying off an informant in the street for a hot tip. Hypothetically we could look around for the next 3 days to find it ourselves, but paying the $20 is actually going to save us time and ~effort.~

Want to revitalize your industry? Aside from keeping in mind your target market and evolving technology, offer something that NOT every. Other. Goddamn. Newspaper. Already. Does. Free. And. Easier. Even if that means more work for you, believe it or not, that's how you get paid. Shocking I know. But back in 2004 when every freaking paper and tv!news across the U.S. was reporting and hyping the hell out of every single shark attack making everyone think sharks were suddenly OUT OF CONTROL; it wasn't really as newsworthy as all the stations made it out to be. It scared people. It sold well for a while for the same reason fads happen and why people read gossip mags to find out about Prince Charles wedding. But you cannot start to rely on that, which they did. The reason you cannot do that? Because then you're just candy without the vitamin. And frankly, you're just not that good for candy. You're kind of good, we might tell you politely even enthusiastically that "this is good enough to be candy!!11!" but when it boils down to it if we're going to buy flintstones vitamins without the vitamins or M&Ms, I guarantee you'll be out of business before you can try to put the vitamins all back and regain your customers.

So you want to sell news? Offer a metaphorical filter. There's a LOT of "news" and world and local and general "happenings" to know about. No one can know ALL of it and people are too busy to try to research every single one. So fucking filter and tone it down to the nitty gritty. Give us those most important ones like Vitamin C and B and Zinc. Then make it taste good enough that we don't make a face and would even eat it like candy. Tell us about wars and natural disasters, and murders, and all the things we don't really WANT to face, but know deep down inside we should. THEN you can juice it up with pop star interviews or boobs. Yes, in order to sell magazines with comics and daily life stories Hugh Hefner did it with Playboy Bunnies. But sadly none of the current stations or print are doing that. I don't mean using specifically sex or nude girls. I mean offering something you can't get somewhere else. If you're only going to print the same relative articles about global warming that have been said for 15+ years, why should I even bother to read, much less buy it? It might have new and supposedly incontrovertible proof, but you're all boy who cried wolf on me. For all I know this is just your stupid hype to sell papers again.

So before news gets on people's case for using Wikipedia and twitter or whatever else out there, that is my personal statement to them. Give me back my vitamins if you want me to buy your candy. Because your fake news just isn't as entertaining if you're trying to compete with variety shows and so forth. Stop it. Don't show me a youtube video on national television: people who haven't gotten the word about it that they could even find out from you don't use the internet enough to care. So don't chase down the same fad as everyone else, find something others haven't that actually has some valid use. Then you might see your viewership go up, if you haven't shot yourselves in the foot forever from the idiocy.

My Dad is Garp

2010-11-28T12:54:55Z

Really I cannot say this enough because my Dad is Garp.

When I was little he took us on 2-3 mile road marches. I was the oldest at 8 and 9. Luffy (youngest brother) was so small I wound up carrying him for half of it. And going to CCD he'd sometimes make me walk alone. 2 miles. :| All in the name of making us strong. I'm not even kidding. Granted, we weren't hit or punched (**exception after this) but for punishments I got to stand in the corner holding up the dictionary arms straight. Sometimes we had situps or pushups. Mind you by color guard I could twirl like no one's business because my arms were ridiculously strong for a tiny girl my size.

**The one exception being when Moosey punched Laura. My Dad flipped out because of the whole "you can't ever hit girls" concept, which I still say is B.S. because I 99.999% of the time Laura is always the instigator and starts hitting or something worse LONG before any of us snapped back. Of course my family is all tiny. While my Dad is like twice my size, he's still only 5'4". Moosey is a moose at 6 feet even so since my sister is barely 5 feet even, (although her weight is like... yeah) my Dad flipped out.

In any case it's a long list of my Dad's insanities. We're sadly *used* to the kind of bullshit like licking noses, and blowing bubbles at people on the computer, or abducting us to play his games (OTL). The other got off easy because at least they weren't given additional homework the way I always was. But being Garp, he has to come up with more surprising and new ways to break brains. Last night he decided 11:11 pm was the perfect time for a completely unannounced unplanned fire drill. :| :| :| :| :| :| So he ran around the house yelling "Fire Drill!" and trying to get everyone outside. :| :| :| Luffy and I predictably told him STFU and die. He informed us we burnt to death in the fire.

I'm so glad. Maybe he'll be nice enough to even keep his imaginary fire death permanent and we won't have to deal with his psychotic whims anymore.

People often wonder WHY I've been dying to move out on my own since I was 14. (Really, since I was 8, but I only considered it slightly more realistic when I was 14.) The answer is quite simple; would any of you want to live with Garp 24/7? Sure he's a semi-lovable derp. Unless you're family.

Unexpected Twists in Lists

2010-10-24T21:41:54Z

For organization of mind purposes, I'm writing it all up.

1. One Piece
2. Ranma 1/2
3. Prince of Tennis (seriously, when and HOW did this happen?! alskdjalskdj)
4. Lupin III
5. Fairy Tail
6. Otaku no Musume-san
7. Moyashimon
8. Petshop of Horrors (1 & Tokyo)
9. Bleach
10. With the Light
11. Kuroshitsuji
12. Ouran Host Club
13. Urusei Yatsura
14. Case Closed / Detective Conan

There's also this which I need to update more because my manga is scattered all over the house. It also doesn't account for series like OnMS which hasn't been licensed in the U.S. or Moyashimon and With the Light which I just read my Mom's or Kyle's volumes.

One Piece favorite characters:
1. Smoker (and the world was unsurprised)
2. Marco
3. Silvers Rayleigh
4. Jyabura
5. Zoro
6. Ace
7. Sanji
8. Nico Robin
9. Whitebeard
10. Jinbei

Favorite anime/manga female characters: (yes I have to segregate)
1. Fujiko (Lupin III)
2. Wendy (Fairy Tail)
3. Nabiki (Ranma 1/2)
4. Nico Robin (One Piece)
4. Tatsumi (Bleach)
5. Lucy (Fairy Tail)
6. Haruka Hasegawa (Moyashimon)
7. Aquarius (Fairy Tail)
8. Sana Kurata (Kodocha)
9. Lum (Urusei Yatsura)
10. Benton (Urusei Yatsura)

Favorite anime/manga male characters:
1. Smoker (One Piece)
2. Ryoga Hibiki (Ranma 1/2)
3. Marco (One Piece)
4. Silvers Rayleigh (One Piece)
5. Gildartz (Fairy Tail) -- this is so cheating. He's only been around for like an arc and a half, but whatever.
5. Takeshi Momoshiro (Prince of Tennis)
6. Nanjiro Echizen (Prince of Tennis)
7. Jyabura (One Piece)
8. Arsene Lupin III (Lupin III)
9. Daisuke Jigen (Lupin III)
10. Ten (Urusei Yatsura)

Manga to Buy:
Black Butler 1-3 (4 comes out Jan. 25th)
Hetalia 2
Ouran Host Club 12-14 (15 comes out Dec. 7th)
Fruits Basket 22, 23
Prince of Tennis: 1-38 XD

Video Games to buy:
Ace Attourney: Edgeworth -- DS
FF XII -- DS

Christmas Presents~
Kyle -- Laptop (buying with Moosey)
Mia
Drift
Em
Moosey
Laura -- Pillow pet + ?
Faye-Faye
Luffy --
Mom -- Kindle (Buying with Dad)
Dad -- Calendar + Case Closed
Pops
Kyle's Mom
Kyle's Grandma

Writer's Block: You and me and baby makes three

2010-09-23T18:52:37Z

As much of a "right" as it is, it's also a privelage that goes hand in hand with responsibility. If you don't have the responsibility to take care of yourself or your kids, those kids are taken away into protection from you. It's a very serious thing that too many people think is as simple as having sex. I don't believe in forced abortions under any circumstances, and being Catholic, I'm not about to agree with enforcing sterility. But someone who's addicted to drugs and alcohol so deeply it affects the pregnancy; or a father who abuses the kid or sells them into slavery -- those people completely lose the right to raise the kid.

This is why so many Americans are eager to adopt. There are more good parents than bad; but a lot of the good parents use birth control rather than the people who don't think that far ahead.

Talk about your ironies.

Feel it Turn // Life's little updates

2010-09-07T08:17:51Z

After long periods of sickness, it's nice to wake up one day with just a migraine hangover. Sure, migraine hangovers suck, but at the same time it's unbelievably vindicating. It seems to authenticate the pain and legitimately seem to say "See what a horrible thing you must have just lived through? It's great that you're alive!" I know I rehash Spaulding far too much, but I suppose it's a demon I haven't fully escaped yet. It's always there ready to sneak up and attack me when I'm weak. A little voice saying "This pain isn't real. If you were strong, if you really WANTED to, you could just push through it. That's just it. You must WANT this pain. You're weak and too scared to live, so you want to retreat to the comfort of the pain." Strange isn't it? I've never found pain a comfort. And I've never wanted to run away from life. I used to get hurt and furious when people suggested that was why I hurt.

I understand the desire to not want to believe that bad things happen to good people. People want to justify consequences. To nitpick how and why something so horrible could happen. They do it with murders; single mothers that go drinking and get picked up were just being stupid, almost asking for it. Being a prostitute is a high-risk job. Asking for it. Therefore, clearly, the migraines couldn't be from something not fully explained by modern science, it had to be psychological.

While I've had psychologists reassure me that no, my migraines aren't psychosomatic, I do not THINK I will have a migraine and thereby cause it; still being told to so very often, hundreds and hundreds of times started cracks in my psyche. The resolves I had were in that my parents are loving, sane, and stable themselves and always tried to trust me. I know they had days where they wondered. Where they thought maybe just pushing me through the pain would be best for me, but after Spaulding they stopped, and my Mom always fought like a Mama Tiger to make sure the school didn't try to torture me as much as they did. That and the fact that I would never make up auras, migraine hangovers, and that acupuncture helps so instantly and as much as it does. Even if it was a psychosomatic placebo reaction, it couldn't possibly help that much. Moreover when you consider that migraines are electrical storms in the brain and that acupuncture is meant to steady the electricity in one's body; it really does make perfect sense. Especially since my migraines don't appear to be chemical, muscle, or emotionally based.

It really can be enough to make you want to kick supposedly smart doctors in the ass and remind them that they CAN in fact be wrong and they have to open their minds.

My current primary is amazing. She's Indian so he has to re-get her license (which she is) but this means she's very open, even though she's more knowledgable than many of the specialists I've seen. I like her.

Sometimes I forget one of the good things about being so sick is that it does give me time. Not time to do as I'd like, since obviously if I had the choice, my time would be spent actively. Writing, color guard, directing, animals, surfing, rollerblading, even just walking for miles and miles. Nevertheless, it gives me time. To breathe, sit back, chill the fuck out and try to stop thinking so hardcore. It's a long process. When I first get sick I cannot stop the mile-a-minute thinking. The desire to go fast, live fast, BE fast, work work work. Slowing down isn't something that comes naturally to me. Even during biofeedback, my base and calmed down lines were to quote "You know how some people are called one drink ahead of everyone else? Meaning they're way more relaxed? You were born two cups of coffee ahead of everyone else." You wouldn't know it to see me today; rarely switching out of PJs and mostly just laying down on my laptop, but I used to be considered quite hyper. Even borderline sporty. For a little while I worked out at least two hours a day.

I remember when my Dad first went through that. He used to exercise an hour and a half a day. Often more. He was in the army after all. Even as a mad scientist, he wasn't the type to be sedentary. When he started getting CFIDS there were days that he would try to push himself through the pain and collapse on the living room floor. I was scared. Not scared enough to (as my 6th grade teacher mistakenly believed and tried to press upon me) stay home from school to try to protect him (wait, wtf?). Actually, if anything, I tried to be more active and get friends for a change so I didn't have to be home so much. Suck on that Mrs. Bloom.

In any case. It's been quiet this last week or so. Without my ability to truly read/write/RP, it's extremely easy to get bored. Moosey's been a blessing. He helped me find movies to watch and things to do. I finally finished reading/catching up on Kuroshitsuji which was amazing (onto the anime!) I conned my Dad and Moosey into watching Moyashimon with me, and I was ironically relieved to find that the Ghostbusters cartoon really was as fun as I remembered it. By no means am I caught up on anything, I'm behind on manga (except One Piece :| Fuck you 3-week delay 2 year time skip ;;) books, writing, RP, most things really. But still, I'm happy. And feeling quite zen.

Often when I'm extra sick I think that this isn't really living. If being alive only means to be nearly incapacitated and in pain, what kind of life is that? Still, when the storm is over I remember, I don't need anyone outside of me to decide whether my life means something or not. I compare it to others. I think "I'm not successful in my goals" or "I can't even get a job" or "Hell, I can't even go to school." I think about ways people quantify success in life. Success always seemed to be what mattered to me. Often, my only reason for living was to finish my writings. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving them unfinished. Today I feel successful just BEING. Existing. Being alive. It may sound weak or short, but truly I do feel accomplished just for being alive. Whether someone else could hold up under my migraines better or not. Whether they could still have them every day, really every minute the way I do and ignore them or get rid of them entirely; I don't care. They are not me. Good for them then, but no one, even me, gets to decide what I'm doing isn't enough.

My counselor, psychologist, even my Mom have tried to explain that so many times. For so many times, I felt my best wasn't enough. If I did my best to get off the floor when I couldn't move and couldn't get up, giving it my best, giving it my all, I saw it as a complete failure. I'd think to myself that I somehow wasn't really trying my best. That I was just lazy and if I really wanted to try harder, I could. Crazy, yes, but I never said it wasn't. Even knowing it was crazy, I couldn't shake it.

Today though, it seems enough to just be alive. As the pain dies down, it's easier to remember that the pain doesn't last forever. Even if all I can during the pain times is relax and breathe and sit there dreaming up fairy tales that I don't know if I'll be able to get around to writing; then so be it. I wouldn't want to write EVERYTHING I dream up anyway. Some of them are bound to suck. At least I'll be forced to prioritize to give it my best.

Today and starting with the trip to Maine; I can feel things Turn. Listening to the high school loudspeakers, smelling the fall encroaching, feeling color guard in my bones. Often with the CFIDS this was borderline heartbreaking. A reminder that I was still here, living with my parents, not progressing, not moving on. But the truth is, no matter how many times I stumble and fall, even if takes me TRULY forever, I am still moving forward. I've never given up, and I never will. I'm not as strong as I'd like to be, but I am getting stronger. And above all else, I'm getting wiser and more experienced. I can say with certainty, that if I hadn't gotten CFIDS when I was 16 and instead had been able to go to college and tried to be a writer, I wouldn't have succeeded. Hell, I'd have been crushed and maybe given up. There are so many things I've learned from this; but most of all is ways TO learn more. Ways TO develop my writing. As I haven't been able to put them into practice as I used to, it put me more in my head. More focused on how to develop my techniques than use it. I always believed practice made perfect, but I started to learn other ways of practice. And more importantly, depth.

I still believe it's possible for even a kid to understand some things better than many adults. Nevertheless, I myself couldn't write or speak of true bone-crushing pain or absolute despair without despairing myself. I wanted to write to escape so I couldn't bring myself to really add things like that. Now I think I can handle criticism, and more importantly, separating myself from writing and my "successes" or accomplishments. The thins I've achieved or done are not WHO or WHAT I am. They're simply things I've done, whether I'm proud or not. Whether they're perfect or not, they can always be better. It's best to just have fun with it and try to make it as fun as I can for others at the same time.

Anyways, this is my mood.

Feel it Turn
By: Great Big Sea

I had a dream I was moving forward
Floating gently to the sun
I've come to see my world rewarded
A new day has begun

A lost bird caught in mid migration
Far away to a foreign land
Offspring of a secret nation
A new day has begun

I can see the earth below me
and I can
feel it turn

Fog lifts to reveal potential
For generations prophesized
Our growth to be exponential
Our promise finally realized

I can see the earth below me
and I can
feel it turn

Feel it turn
Across the sky
The world it learns
So must I

Cut steel wired into water
Fixed link, circumnavigate
Old men see your sons and daughters
No longer, no longer hesitate

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Manga/webcomic/book Lists:

Caught up on:
Otaku no Musume-san (52)
One Piece (597)
Fairy Tail (198)
Kuroshitsuji (48)
Yellow Dragon ga Arawareta (7)
Hanna is Not a Boy's Name

To read/complete/catch up:
The World Only God Knows
D. Gray Man
History's Greatest Disciple
Dominic Deegan
New Lowroad
Urusei Yatsura

In Print to buy:
Wish 4
With the Light 7 (Sept. 28th)
Petshop of Horrors Tokyo 7 (Sept. 28th)
One Piece 55 (Oct. 5th)
Fairy Tail 9, 10, 11, 12 -- (comes out Sept. 28th)

Books to read (already bought):
WoT 11 & 12
Third Mistborn book
Nicola and the Viscount (Meg Cabot)
R.A. Salvatore set
How to Train Your Dragon 1-5
Percy Jackson first 3

Books to buy;
WoT 13
How to Train your Dragon 6 & 7
Insatiable (Meg Cabot)

Games:
To play:
IceWind Dale 2 w/ Moosey (PC)
Banjo Kazooie (GBA)
FF III & FF IV (DS)
Apollo Justice (DS) -- assuming I can find it from where Moosey lost it orz

To buy:
Civ 5 (PC)
DragonAge

Autumn Rain

2010-08-24T09:19:55Z

Fall is truly my favorite time of year. Perhaps this is because I've spent the better part of my life growing up in New England and fall is when it's at its true peak. I don't know. There's very little I truly dislike about it. The smell is amazing, the temperatures are my favorite, and no matter how long it is, I never get sick of it unlike the other three. I love leaves changing and falling, the sound of the wind carrying light or heavy rain through the trees, the pumpkins, apples, Halloween, back to school, really all of it.

We get a short reprieve from summer right now. It smells like autumn rain and it's only low 60s, and perfectly cloudy and rainy and gorgeous.

Sometimes I wonder what it is that makes me prefer this supposed doom and gloom weather when most people don't. I always preferred to be outdoors when it was raining and even if I wasn't outside it always seemed the perfect weather for book reading or writing.

I have the most memories attached to Autumn. Dating literally as far back as my memories will go. And I'm always more at peace during this time of year. It's Color Guard season of course -- and back to school. But even now that I'm not doing either, it still has the right sort of feel for it. For some reason I often feel like some of my best discoveries about myself were this time of year as well. I know that isn't truly the case and yet the things I mention I still link to Fall. And I really don't know why that is.

Even now, Fall spells all the good things to me: Classic Guy Williams Zoro, my first times watching Adult Swim, Lupin III, motorcycles, directing, writing, BNL, and of course -- the chance for a fresh start. Each year when the school year came I promised myself to do better. Never of course for grades as that was unnecessary, but ironically for attendance. As if I really could willpower through it. It's good that I can look back on it with a sort of fond grin now.

Perhaps this fall will bring nothing new. Who can say?

Still, I look forward to it with open arms and leave my windows open to catch the smell of the fall rain and the sounds of leaves on the breeze and windchimes and church bells.

I really do love Fall.

Emo whinings of emo

2010-08-20T09:30:58Z

Gah. Level 10 migraines suck. This goes without saying but classic migraines suck more. Even when they manage to only be 7 or 8, it just tricks you into thinking you'll be good enough to do something fun, and when you try, you just get more nauseous.

Strangely, I'm not really miserable all things considered, just being emo because as always I want to be creating -- and can't atm. Which just sends me into a spiral of "OMFG FINE IF NOT NOW; BUT WHEN DAMN IT?!" because I'm not really that patient to begin with and going 8 years is a long time.

On happy notes: One Piece Movie 10 is great. Randomly I still like 7 better, but 7 had everything I love in movies. Literally. I also love Moyashimon. The anime isn't as good as the manga (typical~) but I was really happy that it ended REALLY REALLY well. >> And much much happier that the manga is still ongoing even if the U.S. release is only up to volume 2, there's 9 volumes out in Japan :O The author mentioned wanting English/American fans to write to him, but I'm not really sure how. Or if he'd even be able to read English. I'm surprisingly shy about such things as it is. I've still never written to Meg Cabot and I always intend to. I guess I just figure that as great as getting fanmail is, and every author needs a fan to keep them happy and energized; they already have so many fans, they should spend that time writing XD One day that's obviously going to bite me in the ass when I mope about getting no fan letters because they all just tell me to keep writing and faster.

It's very strange to be trapped inside one's own head though. Even when it's my usual state of being. It seems like I've been this way since I was a kid; even when I was "healthy." When I was very young I used to get migraine stomach-aches (though they weren't identified as such until I was in 8th grade -- go figure) and there were many days I felt stuck on a couch except for stories. My whole life I really just wanted to be surrounded by stories. Which is something I've strangely achieved. My emo comes in in that I have so many stories to tell, and often when I'm most trapped within those stories, I have little to no means of telling them. They're nice to enjoy in my head, and sure, certainly a relief. But I guess I've been training myself for so long on ways of trying to express them that simply trying to remember them for the points that I can... it's frustrating.

Oftentimes I've wished for a machine that could record dreams. Because if a machine could do that, and play it back like videos to people; than my job would be almost all done. I could set the button on record and then just go back and tailor it and eventually go through to fancy it up. Wouldn't it be incredible? How many authors have so many extra details that they'll never have time/space/energy/coherency to add to a story? Even from the time I was just two years old; I've always thought that that's what heaven would be like. That people would just be able to do whatever their imaginations let them to make a story.

I'm told it's sacrilegious. Because in so doing, it's wanting to be god, which is supposed to be the sin Adam and Eve committed. I don't agree that it's wrong though. Wanting to be like god, how could humans not crave that? Most religions have at the very precepts core the idea of being closer to god. Whether or not mankind or alien species would be allowed to make their own alternate universes to share with each other; I think the desire to do so just makes sense.

Many days I worry I won't see it through. CFIDS is long-term and when it's taken up 1/3rd of your life, it's hard not to get discouraged. I know I haven't reached the 10 year mark yet. I'm not even all the way to 8 years. And I know I'm getting better too. But I'm never been someone to relax easily. Even as nice as it was to sit the night out and watch One Piece 10 and Moyashimon, I pine to write. And I thrive on a sense of accomplishment. What is there to accomplish when you spend the day just happy that you aren't immobile and can read subtitles, even if you can't read most other print? I do not like the part of me that is so addicted to accomplishment. It's what causes my workaholicism, and frequently it's what causes me to overdo things and get sicker. My sense of pride.

I suppose I'm still afraid that if I lose it entirely though, I might just give up someday. That even when I get better, I won't be so driven to succeed and push through everything in my path.

As Moosey says, I'm a very ambitious and sometimes calculating person. I want to be able to rub it in tv executives faces if they turn down my proposals; all the successes I will achieve after them. And I have no doubts that I WILL succeed, that I DO know what I'm doing. How then can I let something like my health get in the way? On the other hand, trying to push through it is so much worse. It's like the insomnia. The only way I can handle or work with the insomnia is to make friends with it. I have to accept that it's there. It's not an enemy, just there; like a scenic mountain. And there's no reason to push it, if I have to stay up later than I'd like for a day or two, then so be it, it happens. Yet, even this I sometimes forget. Always a matter of control. I cannot control the insomnia, simply accept and try to deal with it. And of course, the same goes for CFIDS. But isn't that true of other obstacles I will face?

I want to learn all I can while I am trapped here; but I suppose the part that scares me most of all is that when the time comes, it'll be forgotten. CFIDS doesn't just affect your sleep, allergies, and physical well-being, but it really does create a brain fog, otherwise I'd still be writing.

Oh well. So it's a fear. I won't let it get me down.

And this is why Billy Joel's Vienna is still my theme song.

Also, naturally >> The main reason I'm emo is just lack of writing + Kopper going home. But I got to steal him for 3 extra days. bwahahahahah go me :3

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Oh! Other happy notes!
1) I got the first 5 How to Train Your Dragon books and at least it means Moosey will whine less between now and October.
2) In the last 2 weeks I've bought about 13 cds. :D YAY MUSIC.
3) I still have Ghostbusters and a few other DS games to get through and Civ5 coming out in a month, so at least I'm not too bored even sick.

--And on an unrelated Movie 10 note; Biri clearly should be adopted permanently by the Straw-Hat Crew and eventually go with them back to Alabasta and be bffs with Carue (and they can have amazingly awesome duck babies). Just saying.

silverwolfcc @ 2010-07-20T19:17:00

2010-07-20T23:17:22Z

So my sister is actually getting the gastric bypass surgery after all. It's been a 3 year ordeal and so forth. I'm completely neutral. Mostly her current weight terrifies me. But then her eating habits and disturbing vice of sloth scare me more.

In unrelated news, I should update my manga own/read lists and really get through Wish and D. Gray Man and Bleach and really just fix the list XD.

Most of my manga is upstairs in my room now. It's weird. On the plus side it'll make moving it all again a lot easier. Supposedly this was to make the downstairs bookshelves neater, but they just look messier.

On a CFIDS note. CFIDS IS WEIRD.
Getting better from CFIDS is awesome. I'm all hocked up on fake pregnancy hormones with the none of the horror of something growing inside me (hahaha just kidding Mags :3) It's a pretty weird feeling. But awesome. I can tell I'm nearing getting better which is a rush itself, but I'm still terrified it'll take forever. Go figure.

Annnnd we're gonna go see Despicable Me tonight woot.

Surf's Up

2010-04-28T10:11:07Z

Pairing: Smoker/Keitha
Chapter: What is it? 40 or something. Meh. Surf's Up
Rating: PG-13 (and boring, really.)
Disclaimer: One Piece is Oda's, (because I wouldn't kill Ace har har har) and Surf's Up is Jim Steinman's.

Keitha had to leave for another two weeks and by the time she returned it'd already started to get cold. Winter was approaching, even as close to the Grand Line as they were. Still, this wasn't enough to deter her from deciding one bored night that she wanted to go surfing. And of course make Smoker take her.

"You're kidding, right?" Smoker stared at her. "That ocean is going to be frigid. And I'm not helping you give yourself hypothermia while I stay on the shore."

"The salt makes the ocean warmer! Come on!" She begged, "It'll be fun! We can set on a bonfire and toast marshmallows."

Smoker decided that she'd gone insane after all and as such she should be ignored at all costs. Of course, being insane, Keitha refused to be ignored and pulled every trick she could think of. "No," Smoker growled, and buried himself behind the newspaper before holding up a hand and ticking down fingers. "One, I can't swim. Two I like to be to dry. Three I don't like the cold."

"That's why the bonfire--" Keitha tried to interrupt, but Smoker over-rode her as easily as if he was on his motorcycle.

"Four, I'm not helping you get sick, five, I don't find any part of this idea as romantic as you seem to think it is, in the crazy red-head brain of yours," Smoker drank his coffee. "Read a book," he suggested.

"I want to surf," Keitha sulked.

Smoker ignored her. She pet his ears seductively. He ignored her more, sipped his coffee, and growled, "Too bad."

Keitha sulked and flopped onto his couch, sulking even more, "Card game?" she begged suddenly getting an idea.

Already spotting her plan Smoker arched an eyebrow, "And when I win?"

"I'll stop bugging you, and do whatever you want," Keitha beamed.

Smoker sighed, but decided it had to be better than listening to her go on and on indefinitely. So far they'd played a half dozen more times and he'd won all but one and the one they tied on. Still, even with the near perfect odds, Smoker didn't like the idea of even gambling a chance that he would be stuck sitting in the foggy cold. "You know you're insane for wanting to be out in this weather, right?" he scowled darkly.

Keitha shrugged and nodded, "I've been surfing in worse. I have a warm suit, it's fine. Besides I hear some of the more badass pirates do it through the Calm Belt even with all the seakings."

That elicited a twitch from the grumpy marine. "Like who?" he scowled in disbelief, as he moved the stack of rocks to under the table.

A shrug, "The badass ones."

"How descriptive," Smoker sarcastically growled as Keitha begin dealing out card hands for them both.

"I know," she smirked, eyes glittering with amusement, "I should be a writer."

He snorted and decided to ignore her in favor of the cards instead. Finally as the hand finished Smoker spoke up, "Are we playing to the usual 500?"

Keitha titled her head, red hair hanging down. "Would you really want it longer? The longer it is, the colder it'll get," she teased.

"Don't care," Smoker growled. "Because there's no way in hell I'm going out there whatever the temperature."

To Do, To Buy, Update List

2010-04-21T04:53:39Z

TO DO:

Writing:
Smoker fic, updated to Surf's Up.
Sh-GBS drabbles. Write up list.
Billy Joel + ____ drabbles. Settle on character. Derp.
Finish remaining Marco & Ace Fray drabbles? Time limit set on whim.
Finish Smoker outline other than just playlist --- NOTE: updated playlist onto iPod. FINALLY.

RP:
TVP Rules
Whitebeard Bio/Info page. (Compile manga pages better? Icons???)
-WB SP app
Marco relations info? Waiting on more canon
~~Tomobiki High Rules: Finished.~~
~~Marco bio info. Finished except relations.~~
~~Perry's bio info. Finished.~~
Aquarius. Everything.

Gaming:
Find and finish Apollo Justice. (Damn it Moosey. -_-')
Kingdom Hearts DS
Pokemon
- Skill pokeathlon in SS
- Phone numbers of gym leaders in SS
- Finish full team set in Diamond and Plat.
- Emerald for TMs and team set?
FF3. Seriously. wtf. I've had this forever and gotten virtually nowhere.
Japanese game still.

TO READ MANGA:
Staying update to date with:
One Piece
Fairy Tail
Otaku no Musune-san
Yellow Dragon ga Arawareta

Halfway progress (or more), need to catch up more:
FMA
Bleach
Reborn
Petshop Tokyo
Ouran Host Club
Moyashimon

Need to start and read through: (one volume read or less not counting as having really started)
HGD: Kenichi
Medeka Box
D. Gray Man
Hunter X Hunter
Pokemon Special
Sora no Otoshimono
Super Dreadnaught Girl 4946
Sengoku Youko, Sankarea

TO READ BOOKS:
Percy Jackson (EDIT NOTE: First three are bought, haven't bought last two because fft >> Reading list so long)
Catch up on WoT *headdesk*
Drizzt Books. Why yes, I do have a giant unread stack.
Princess Diaries 10. (see above)

TO SEE IN THEATERS:
Clash of the Titans**
How to Train Your Dragon***
Shrek 4***** (May 21st)
Toy Story 3***** (June 18th)
Last Airbender** (July 2nd)
Sorcerer's Apprentice* (July 16th)
Tangled (Rapunzel)**** (Nov. 24th)
Voyage of the Dawn Treader********* (Dec 10th)

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TO BUY:

Swag:
http://www.walmart.com/ip/Acer-AS5732Z-4598/13968929 -- First and foremost. Laptop.
Faye posters. Get asap while on sale. FAYE-FAYE CAN'T READ THIS!! *in denial*
Two of these: god I'm so slow.
Whitebeard figurine *_*
>> ~~Super top secret marine patches. Shush.~~
Smoker figurine -- buying around my b-day. Which is good because I'll be broke until then XD

Games:
Edgeworth's game
Ghostbusters
Fire Emblem
Dragon Age (PC) -- Not buying until I have a laptop that will run it XD (birthday?)
Final Fantasy on DS (Brian's B-Day present)

Manga:
With the Light 6 (for Mother's Day) -- 7 comes out in September.
Ouran 12+
Bleach 30+
Fruits Basket (guh so close to finishing)
Petshop Tokyo 3, 7+
Maison 8,9, 11+
One Piece (when it comes out)

Music:
Meat Loaf: Hang Cool Teddy Bear (special note, get the May US release, 2 cd)
One Piece
Akeboshi

DVDS:
Princess and the Frog
Night at the Museum 2

updated as of 2/1/11

2010-03-24T05:28:01Z

So for ages I wasn't going to do this, but then I decided, eh screw it. I keep forgetting names so its needed.

Smoker: justicereigns from One Piece.
Has been played in MM, currently played in DM, CN, luceti -- where his journal entries go, route_29, newnewyork, rubycity_rp
Special notes about account: Previously used by Drift for MM. Stolen, upgraded added icons x2, mine now, you're not getting it back <333 Which is all good because you got your own. ^_^
Secondary account place in route_29 = smokinghunter

Ace: inyourf_ace from One Piece
Was played in MM, and Blackpriests. Currently homeless, but in CN, DM.
Special notes: Temporarily used by Drift, upgraded + lj icons upgrade + custom userhead (cowboy hat).

Fujiko: doubleppk from Lupin III
In the past played in MM, blackpriests, and R29
Currently in: luceti which is where her journal entries go, and rubycity_rp
Special notes: upgraded account.
Secondary account = usedcovet

Marco: fierybluebird from One Piece
Currently in witchesreign, discedo -- which is where all his journal entries go. Mod in Tomobiki High. Also used in DM, CN. HOPEFULLY apping to luceti in March.
Special notes: Upgraded account, upgraded icons, custom userhead (pirate). Also has a "chibi" account of chibifirebird and a secondary account of firebluebird for apping to LJ.

Whitebeard: papabeard from One Piece
WAS in: sirenspull, currently homeless except for DM & CN.
Kumi-Kumi owns him. No really. She did his journal layout all pretty <333. He also has the longest bio info of all my characters except Fujiko. Wtf is that about?

Jango: 1_2_jango from One Piece
DM, and route_29
Special Notes: Upgraded icon paid for by anon! \o/

Perry the Platypus: platypusagent from Phineas and Ferb (Disney)
Currently in DM, Disney DR. Was in Disney U in the past.

Tashigi: swordbirdie from One Piece
Only DM

Seeley Booth: unmarryable from Bones
DM, and debating apping to luceti

Suzu: sparrow_kicks_u from Yellow Dragon ga Arawareta
DM, and rubycity_rp
Special notes: Only speaks in bird. Yeah.

NOTE! Any of the above when/just before being apped somewhere have an HMD and complete bio/info page. Marco also has WR class schedule up, and a locked entry of his WR app, WB has an unlocked entry for his SP app (it was just that freaking long.)

----NPCs/Misc./Crack----

Imp #2: imp2 from Baldur's Gate II (Forgotten Realms/AD&D 2.0)
DM, CN, NPCed in MM before, homeless except to bug people FOR LULZ
Account notes: 1 whole icon. The idea is, after all, to be interchangeable with Imp 1.

Junior Asparagus: godisbigger from VeggieTales
DM, NPCed in MM, future plans include anywhere a talking vegetable lecturing about being nice to people = fun

Keldorn: in_torms_name from Baldur's Gate 2
CN, SECRET places. He doesn't get out much though.
Account notes: 3 whole icons. Bwahahaha.

Aquarius: ageof_aquarius from Fairy Tail
SECRET PLACES :| (DM but I don't keep up)
Account notes: icons all by Mags. Because her colorings are PRETTY *_* <333
Plans? None. But I would love to have her NPC backup on a Lucy, but Luceti doesn't do that. Alas.

Sengoku's hat: seagullface from One Piece
DM, god just shoot me...
Account notes: Hat loves his Daddy. And is evil. And loves absolute justice and hates pirates. If it could, it would peck your eyes out. No. really. It would. >> yes, I worry about my sanity too. See why this is my CRACK list?

Aries: woolbomb from Fairy Tail
Putting in R29 but she needs more icons and I need to give myself enough space to app and fix the journal.

Burton "Gus" Guster: gusariffic from Psych
Want to put him with Drift's Shawn, possibly in Cape&Cowl (what am I doing? So many muses.

Octavius: octavius_viii from Night at the Museum
CN, DM

Takeshi Momoshiro: momosmashiro from Prince of Tennis
Was used in witchesreign, currently in DM, CN

Collie D. Hunter: collie_d_hunter -- yup he's an OC
Only used in CN/Aim/writing, but he's getting his own webcomic (Mia. Fucking. Rules. All.) so he might get a little more use when things get up and rolling. Currently he has modified Ryoma from PoT icons + border collie icons, but this will update when he's less One Piece AU and more full-out fantasy version.

-------------Non-journaled muses I have waiting in the wings----------------

Imoen (Baldur's Gate)
Virgo (Fairy Tail)
Porsche-chan (One Piece)
Ryoga (Ranma 1/2) -- Never done, unlikely to be used because I <3 him too much to do him justice. SAD, but true.
Thatch (One Piece) -- unlikely to be journaled because he's... well... dead. Never really IN the story. And has one line. Period. And it's in a flashback orz. So we all know he's just fanon.
Trap-Chan (One Piece) -- Now that I know Izou's name >> I really wanna. Doh. Even more than Jozu *SIGH*
Jozu (One Piece) -- The more I do with him, the stronger it gets.
Vista (One Piece) -- He snuck in following the other Whitebeard crew. No, I'm serious. It's the stache.
Nana -- OC-ish (Garp plausible backhistory wife) Only for Mia.
White -- OC, Anne's first mate. He's just weird. And we thought him over WAY more than he deserves :D :D :D
Kureha (One Piece) -- She won't go away. -_-' Still not giving in yet.
Ten (Urusei Yatsura) -- Obviously I'd mostly play him to bug Moosey's Ataru and coo and breathe flames at people. BUT I really haven't seen all of U.Y. and I'd at least like to read most of the manga.
Ben (One Piece) -- he might get a journal.
Silvers Rayleigh (One Piece) -- he is like the only character I would app to AMAT. Just saying.
Blue -- OC; Red phoenix baby that Anne & Marco adopted.
Namur (One Piece) -- I don't even know how he got there since he's just the fishman WB commander, but I think it's all Marco's fault. Actually I'm sure it's all Marco's fault.

Well I'm pleased. It's still shorter than most.