some random things in elipsis/point form
Sep. 29th, 2006 02:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eliyes...It occurs to me that enthusiastically bopping along to Eat the Rich while eating soup is maybe a little odd. I can't help it! I wants redcaps! >:D I wants a gutsy Nocker singing this as karaoke at a bar frequented by a leather-and-spikes gang of Redcaps! >XD
Followed by Get a Grip, because, duh.
Edit: And let's add KISS's Silver Spoon to this guy's personal soundtrack. Fun stuff considering the only thing I know he built was a prom dress for his baby sister - made of duct tape, primarily.
...Someone should talk me out of writing previousincarnation!fic (set in either the 30s or the 70s) with small town good girl (Iceman)Luisa and (Northstar)Martin Saint-John, the beautiful drifter she scandalizes the town by falling for, since he is *GASP* black. They should talk me out of this because it would be very sappy, and also because I'm not really great with either of these time periods.
...I want Temeraire fic. :( I'd like young Laurence running away to sea, or Granby-pov of Laurence's arrival through to heart-felt apology. Slash not being the preference. Does it exist?
...All the "oh noes Blair got hurt! D:" fic is starting to make me itch to write a counter-fic, since Jim gets smashed up way way more often. Post-"dangling under a train", perhaps, or post-"kidnapped and drugged by evil CIA agents", maybe. B| I begin to suspect that hurt/comfort is unavoidable, and furthermore that in justifiable cases is good. Must test theory somehow.
...I want an icon of X with his arms spread and a quote from the song "Speak" from Operation:MindCrime superimposed on it. >:} DOCTOR X.
(Maybe a series of Zero-as-Nikki icons is in order? I don't have the art to do this; I checked.)
...The other day as I was walking into a building on campus, I took my hair down because I was getting a slight headache. I was aware that there were two girls behind me, because I remember using their chattering to judge whether they were too close for me to take my hair down.
Me: *undoes hair*
Girl 1: WOW.
Girl 2: Double you. Oh. Double you.
Me: *ego is stroked*
:D Thought I'd share. ;3
...After a night of showing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sinfonica Andromeda stuffs, my dream involved Kevin Sorbo as one of a flock "secret agents" versus LEX LUTHOR!! :O Who had genengineered slugs to have legs. At one point, I was a monkey.
\o/
Followed by Get a Grip, because, duh.
Edit: And let's add KISS's Silver Spoon to this guy's personal soundtrack. Fun stuff considering the only thing I know he built was a prom dress for his baby sister - made of duct tape, primarily.
...Someone should talk me out of writing previousincarnation!fic (set in either the 30s or the 70s) with small town good girl (Iceman)Luisa and (Northstar)Martin Saint-John, the beautiful drifter she scandalizes the town by falling for, since he is *GASP* black. They should talk me out of this because it would be very sappy, and also because I'm not really great with either of these time periods.
...I want Temeraire fic. :( I'd like young Laurence running away to sea, or Granby-pov of Laurence's arrival through to heart-felt apology. Slash not being the preference. Does it exist?
...All the "oh noes Blair got hurt! D:" fic is starting to make me itch to write a counter-fic, since Jim gets smashed up way way more often. Post-"dangling under a train", perhaps, or post-"kidnapped and drugged by evil CIA agents", maybe. B| I begin to suspect that hurt/comfort is unavoidable, and furthermore that in justifiable cases is good. Must test theory somehow.
...I want an icon of X with his arms spread and a quote from the song "Speak" from Operation:MindCrime superimposed on it. >:} DOCTOR X.
(Maybe a series of Zero-as-Nikki icons is in order? I don't have the art to do this; I checked.)
...The other day as I was walking into a building on campus, I took my hair down because I was getting a slight headache. I was aware that there were two girls behind me, because I remember using their chattering to judge whether they were too close for me to take my hair down.
Me: *undoes hair*
Girl 1: WOW.
Girl 2: Double you. Oh. Double you.
Me: *ego is stroked*
:D Thought I'd share. ;3
...After a night of showing
sinfonica Andromeda stuffs, my dream involved Kevin Sorbo as one of a flock "secret agents" versus LEX LUTHOR!! :O Who had genengineered slugs to have legs. At one point, I was a monkey. \o/
