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tammaiyaI am bored, hence: random update!
This is an update where I'm just going to say completely pointless things because I feel like it. I just washed my icky disgusting hair, which is now wet instead of icky, and so I am not icky either, yay!
It is storming fairly ferociously outside. The thunder is making the house rattle, and the lightning lights up the sky, and the rain is pouring down heavily. I'm amused by this, because I'm writing about the angels of rain and thunder/lightning at the moment.
There's a 6-part BBC mini-series airing on the ABC on Saturdays at the moment-- Hustle. It's a series about conmen, and I have discovered that I have a rather concerning love of welldone shows about conmen, because it inspires the same glee as Ocean's 11. I keep slashing the two main guys, Danny and Mickey. Danny looks sort of like Paul Bettany, Mickey is cute and black. Alas for obscure fandoms, there is no fanfiction and I do not want to be the first for I am not brave enough. Also I'd be the only one that cared. As much as I write for myself I love to share. I'm just caring like that. Or something. Like a Carebear.
No, never mind.
I have four episodes left of FMA. I know what happens, before anyone asks. ^~ Though I have religiously avoided the movie spoilers. I'll finish watching after my parents go to bed and I can have the tv.
I want to watch Saiyuki. I can only find the torrents for Reload. I think I'll have to go on a big internet trek.
Hoo ha, that is some fucking big thunder. o.o
Right now I've got two fic windows open, though I'm not really working on either of them because my attention span is a bit drifty. One of them is the second story in the origithing-- the rain and thunder angels, as mentioned above. The other is a RoyEd crack fic which is already 10000 words, because I don't have crash control. Or something. Because I'm in that kind of mood, excerpts!
“And I’ve written down the phone number, so try not to forget it, because you won’t be able to contact me by telepathy.”
“Nngh.”
“Are you listening at all?”
“Uh? Yeah, sure.”
“If you have to ring me up in a few hours because you’ve forgotten everything I just said, I’m not telling you again, you know. You can suffer, maybe it’ll teach you to pay attention.”
“You suck,” Uriel mumbled half-heartedly, and contemplated his coffee with bleary black eyes. So steamy. So warm. So caffeinated.
And if that wasn’t a word, he didn’t care.
Cassiel sighed with fond exasperation as he watched Uriel’s fluffy inky bed-head thump softly into the table, fully aware that Uriel hadn’t registered a single word he’d just said and that the other angel was operating on autopilot. He was making empty threats; inevitably, Uriel would ring him up later today, and inevitably, he would end up repeating everything all over again.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he was bothering to say it in the first place, but it was probably a matter of principle.
“So what are you going to do after I leave?” Cassiel prompted, a slight smile quirking his mouth despite himself.
“Sleep,” Uriel answered promptly, voice muffled against the table. “Sleeeeep.”
“What about locking the doors?”
“Sleeeeeep.”
He sounded like a zombie from a bad horror film. Then again, Uriel without sleep was similar to a zombie from a bad horror film in a lot of ways. “You can sleep after locking the doors, Uri.”
“Sleep?”
“Maybe I should ask someone to come over and look after you,” Cassiel said dubiously.
“Shut up,” Uriel said, with as much dignity as he could muster having just literally crawled out of bed. “Can take care of myself. Thing. Yeah. You suck.”
“Yes, you’ve said that already,” Cassiel reminded him, amusement seeping in. “About two minutes ago.”
“I did?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Uriel breathed in the deeply from the scent of his coffee and wrapped his hands lovingly around the mug. “Well, that’s because you do. And I can. If people aren’t cruel and force me out of bed at ungodly hours of the morning, anyway.”
“It’s 9,” Cassiel said dryly. “I don’t think that’s particularly ungodly by anyone’s standards but yours. Besides, I would never have heard the end of it if I’d left without waking you.”
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How would you stop the Colonel flirting around?
“Tough one,” Havoc said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “I think I’d tie him up and drop him on a desert island. With no hair care products. Yeah. Though, knowing the Colonel, he’d probably just find some exotic island babe who’d go in for that rugged look… man…”
Next.
“Why do you ask, Edward-kun?” Hawkeye questioned, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “Although I may as well tell you to save your time. I’ve tried to break him of the habit, but it’s no use. He doesn’t learn as quickly as Black Hayate does.”
Ed noted the way she reached automatically for her gun and winced.
Next.
Cain was even less help; “But what do you mean? The Colonel’s just nice, of course women like him--”
NEXT!
A vaguely disconcerting and occasionally disturbing interrogation later, Ed was no better off than when he’d started. Worse, even, because now he knew all sorts of things about the way the various minds of Roy’s unit that he’d been much happier not knowing.
Ed gave a very disheartened sigh, and collapsed despairingly on his desk. It’s not a lost cause, he reminded himself. There’s no such thing as a lost cause! You’ve never given up on the Philosopher’s Stone, have you, and that’s far more impossible.
This was no comfort, especially since he was starting to doubt the truth of that last part.
“Edward-kun,” Hawkeye said, a slight hint of sympathy creeping into her tone, “maybe you could ask Lieutenant Colonel Hughes?”
Ed, a moment ago a lifeless shell, perked up with instant vigour. Was this… a lead?
“He’s here? I thought he’d gone back to Central!”
“He did,” she said wryly. “And then he came back again.”
“Huh,” Ed said, but figured that now was not a good time to question his luck. “Thanks,” he added hastily, and made a dash for the exit. The Lieutenant Colonel knew Roy better than anyone; if Ed was going to get help in this hare-brained venture, Hughes was his best bet.
“Why’d he want to know a thing like that, anyway?” Havoc asked idly, and Hawkeye narrowly refrained from rolling her eyes.
Honestly. Men.
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For the record I don't think it's the BEST scene so far, but the best scene is later on, so. :D
It's no secret that I adore music, but it's something that always bears repeating. Certain songs always make me happy listening to them; or not happy, precisely, but filled with... something. I'm a writer, and I find writing easy, but articulating isn't something I can always do so well. Other, fictional people's feelings are simple to describe in words, even when those feelings are complex; one's own feelings and motives, regardless of how similar they may be to the fictional character, are much less so.
That's how I think, anyway. I just find it an interesting contrast.
One of those periodic reminders about Christmas fics. Yes, I started the requests only yesterday, I know. You'll all be sick of me soon enough. Though hopefully I'll make up for that somewhat with the fics themselves. ^~
My uni work suffers at the moment. I have assignments that I am supposed to be doing, as well as work I didn't do during the term. The motivation is gone. In many ways, my work ethic is like a flare: it burns high and bright and sudden, and then it dies away completely leaving only an imprint on the retina.
Well, I'm done talking about random things, I think. I'll hit the update button before I get distracted.
*uses the Cass & Uri icon, because of the rain and the fic*
This is an update where I'm just going to say completely pointless things because I feel like it. I just washed my icky disgusting hair, which is now wet instead of icky, and so I am not icky either, yay!
It is storming fairly ferociously outside. The thunder is making the house rattle, and the lightning lights up the sky, and the rain is pouring down heavily. I'm amused by this, because I'm writing about the angels of rain and thunder/lightning at the moment.
There's a 6-part BBC mini-series airing on the ABC on Saturdays at the moment-- Hustle. It's a series about conmen, and I have discovered that I have a rather concerning love of welldone shows about conmen, because it inspires the same glee as Ocean's 11. I keep slashing the two main guys, Danny and Mickey. Danny looks sort of like Paul Bettany, Mickey is cute and black. Alas for obscure fandoms, there is no fanfiction and I do not want to be the first for I am not brave enough. Also I'd be the only one that cared. As much as I write for myself I love to share. I'm just caring like that. Or something. Like a Carebear.
No, never mind.
I have four episodes left of FMA. I know what happens, before anyone asks. ^~ Though I have religiously avoided the movie spoilers. I'll finish watching after my parents go to bed and I can have the tv.
I want to watch Saiyuki. I can only find the torrents for Reload. I think I'll have to go on a big internet trek.
Hoo ha, that is some fucking big thunder. o.o
Right now I've got two fic windows open, though I'm not really working on either of them because my attention span is a bit drifty. One of them is the second story in the origithing-- the rain and thunder angels, as mentioned above. The other is a RoyEd crack fic which is already 10000 words, because I don't have crash control. Or something. Because I'm in that kind of mood, excerpts!
“And I’ve written down the phone number, so try not to forget it, because you won’t be able to contact me by telepathy.”
“Nngh.”
“Are you listening at all?”
“Uh? Yeah, sure.”
“If you have to ring me up in a few hours because you’ve forgotten everything I just said, I’m not telling you again, you know. You can suffer, maybe it’ll teach you to pay attention.”
“You suck,” Uriel mumbled half-heartedly, and contemplated his coffee with bleary black eyes. So steamy. So warm. So caffeinated.
And if that wasn’t a word, he didn’t care.
Cassiel sighed with fond exasperation as he watched Uriel’s fluffy inky bed-head thump softly into the table, fully aware that Uriel hadn’t registered a single word he’d just said and that the other angel was operating on autopilot. He was making empty threats; inevitably, Uriel would ring him up later today, and inevitably, he would end up repeating everything all over again.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he was bothering to say it in the first place, but it was probably a matter of principle.
“So what are you going to do after I leave?” Cassiel prompted, a slight smile quirking his mouth despite himself.
“Sleep,” Uriel answered promptly, voice muffled against the table. “Sleeeeep.”
“What about locking the doors?”
“Sleeeeeep.”
He sounded like a zombie from a bad horror film. Then again, Uriel without sleep was similar to a zombie from a bad horror film in a lot of ways. “You can sleep after locking the doors, Uri.”
“Sleep?”
“Maybe I should ask someone to come over and look after you,” Cassiel said dubiously.
“Shut up,” Uriel said, with as much dignity as he could muster having just literally crawled out of bed. “Can take care of myself. Thing. Yeah. You suck.”
“Yes, you’ve said that already,” Cassiel reminded him, amusement seeping in. “About two minutes ago.”
“I did?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Uriel breathed in the deeply from the scent of his coffee and wrapped his hands lovingly around the mug. “Well, that’s because you do. And I can. If people aren’t cruel and force me out of bed at ungodly hours of the morning, anyway.”
“It’s 9,” Cassiel said dryly. “I don’t think that’s particularly ungodly by anyone’s standards but yours. Besides, I would never have heard the end of it if I’d left without waking you.”
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How would you stop the Colonel flirting around?
“Tough one,” Havoc said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “I think I’d tie him up and drop him on a desert island. With no hair care products. Yeah. Though, knowing the Colonel, he’d probably just find some exotic island babe who’d go in for that rugged look… man…”
Next.
“Why do you ask, Edward-kun?” Hawkeye questioned, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “Although I may as well tell you to save your time. I’ve tried to break him of the habit, but it’s no use. He doesn’t learn as quickly as Black Hayate does.”
Ed noted the way she reached automatically for her gun and winced.
Next.
Cain was even less help; “But what do you mean? The Colonel’s just nice, of course women like him--”
NEXT!
A vaguely disconcerting and occasionally disturbing interrogation later, Ed was no better off than when he’d started. Worse, even, because now he knew all sorts of things about the way the various minds of Roy’s unit that he’d been much happier not knowing.
Ed gave a very disheartened sigh, and collapsed despairingly on his desk. It’s not a lost cause, he reminded himself. There’s no such thing as a lost cause! You’ve never given up on the Philosopher’s Stone, have you, and that’s far more impossible.
This was no comfort, especially since he was starting to doubt the truth of that last part.
“Edward-kun,” Hawkeye said, a slight hint of sympathy creeping into her tone, “maybe you could ask Lieutenant Colonel Hughes?”
Ed, a moment ago a lifeless shell, perked up with instant vigour. Was this… a lead?
“He’s here? I thought he’d gone back to Central!”
“He did,” she said wryly. “And then he came back again.”
“Huh,” Ed said, but figured that now was not a good time to question his luck. “Thanks,” he added hastily, and made a dash for the exit. The Lieutenant Colonel knew Roy better than anyone; if Ed was going to get help in this hare-brained venture, Hughes was his best bet.
“Why’d he want to know a thing like that, anyway?” Havoc asked idly, and Hawkeye narrowly refrained from rolling her eyes.
Honestly. Men.
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For the record I don't think it's the BEST scene so far, but the best scene is later on, so. :D
It's no secret that I adore music, but it's something that always bears repeating. Certain songs always make me happy listening to them; or not happy, precisely, but filled with... something. I'm a writer, and I find writing easy, but articulating isn't something I can always do so well. Other, fictional people's feelings are simple to describe in words, even when those feelings are complex; one's own feelings and motives, regardless of how similar they may be to the fictional character, are much less so.
That's how I think, anyway. I just find it an interesting contrast.
One of those periodic reminders about Christmas fics. Yes, I started the requests only yesterday, I know. You'll all be sick of me soon enough. Though hopefully I'll make up for that somewhat with the fics themselves. ^~
My uni work suffers at the moment. I have assignments that I am supposed to be doing, as well as work I didn't do during the term. The motivation is gone. In many ways, my work ethic is like a flare: it burns high and bright and sudden, and then it dies away completely leaving only an imprint on the retina.
Well, I'm done talking about random things, I think. I'll hit the update button before I get distracted.
*uses the Cass & Uri icon, because of the rain and the fic*
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Date: 2005-09-10 01:47 pm (UTC)o_o
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Date: 2005-09-10 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 01:55 pm (UTC)Also, WHOA MY GOD SO JEALOUS YOU ARE STAYING WITH JI! ;;
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 03:21 pm (UTC)I want to watch Saiyuki. I can only find the torrents for Reload. I think I'll have to go on a big internet trek.
Psst. Read the manga instead, it's a bazillion times better than the anime. *has no love for the anime at all, but omg so much love for the manga*
*slinks off again*
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Date: 2005-09-10 03:32 pm (UTC)Heyo, do you want to make a Christmas request? :D
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Date: 2005-09-10 03:55 pm (UTC)And Christmas request~? *beams* Any particular guidelines/boundaries to keep it inside the realm of?
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Date: 2005-09-10 04:38 pm (UTC)And no, no guidelines. This is where I give sanity the complete dropkick-- last year there were 24 christmas fics, about 60000 words total, all unveiled on Christmas day. XD So far already there's 13 requests-- 5 X, 2 of my original thing, and 6 completely different fandoms. One a crossover, actually.
So, whatever you want. If it's something I don't think I can do I'll tell you, but I haven't turned a request down before and I've done this for the previous 2 years.
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Date: 2005-09-11 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 02:51 am (UTC)But now I'm intrigued. Which current fandoms? I may have to go procure them on general principle! :D
(PS, I think the X count is up to 9 or something. Some of them are very, uh. Creative. XD)
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Date: 2005-09-12 10:32 am (UTC)I was mostly thinking HanaKimi right now, the one I've been going on and on about, which... actually, I think you might like. It's cute and fun and really pretty and has canon gay in the background. (They show up slightly more often than Seishirou and Subaru in X, but they also get to kiss a couple of times, so.) ....yes, okay. I've promised to upload the manga already, I'll shove the links at you as well when they're done, if that's okay? No pressure to read or anything, often times it's enough just to get the person to have the manga.
But also read Saiyuki! *staaaaaaaaaaaaare*
(*laughs* I admire your fortitude, starting this early with Christmas requests and, omg, I can't wait to see you unveil them all! ♥)
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Date: 2005-09-12 10:57 am (UTC)Come online! :D
(Haha, man, Christmas. Some of those requests are really scary. XD Still, I got them all done last year! I will prevail!)
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Date: 2005-09-10 08:40 pm (UTC)I second the comment about the Saiyuki anime, the manga is much, much better. I can send you Saiyuki Gaiden if you want to read it.
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Date: 2005-09-11 02:12 am (UTC)Okay, I'll take note of that, then.
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Date: 2005-09-11 02:14 am (UTC)And why not? I mean, I've only seen two episodes, so maybe it's just that, but there were little things that put it into my head in the first place. ^^;