In which there are things
Mar. 11th, 2005 12:18 am1. On Tuesday, I was sitting on the side of the road, waiting for a bus. It was, despite the cold, a lovely day- clear, bright blue sky with barely a cloud and that sort of dazzling pure sunlight you only seem to get in winter. You almost had to squint, it was so sunny.
It was also snowing. Heavily.
Dear weather,
I know you're bipolar, but could we maybe try for one extreme at a time?
Love, Brigdh.
PS- Ten days 'til Spring starts, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
2. I'm in love with the Indian-influenced styles of clothing that are coming out this season. Everything about them appeals to me; I adore the colors: the deep reds and greens and blues, the rich earth tones. I love the intricate patterns and the cuts and especially the materials- silks and satins and soft, transparent gauzy things. I can't wait for it to get warm enough for me to wear them.
They're all exactly my taste. I think I'll buy a thousand outfits and just keep wearing them until they come back in style and I can buy more.
3. The bus driver on the route between campus and the nearby shopping center/movie theatre place recognizes me now. Aw. I feel all special and friendly. And possibly worried about how much time I've been spending at the coffee shop, if not only do the baristas recognize me and ask how I've been and know what I order, but even the bus driver makes a point of saying hi.
4. I had my last yoga class this morning; I try to spend most of my time looking out the window because I can't stand my teacher. Not that you can see much: mostly the dead browns of leafless trees and dull, muted greens that are more grey. And then there was a brilliant red that caught your eye: a dead baby truck*. Ah, how I've missed them. Not.
5. My secret fandom shame is the AUs I have constantly running in my head. They make no sense, they're complete kink fics, and yet I have five million of them. I think I just need something to think about when I'm walking somewhere/riding the bus/falling asleep, but why such weird things, brain?
There's the one where they're all in high school and Tsuzuki is a famous basketball jock, but he has all these fucked-up family issues, and the one in a Depression-era circus where Tsuzuki's literally half-demon, with scary wings and eyes, but is trying to keep that hidden from Hisoka. That one had Tatsumi in it too, originally, and they made for an incredibly angsty triangle, but then the plot required his character to do some evil things, and so he had to become an OC instead of Tatsumi. I've had a particular fondness lately for the one where Hisoka is a Bedouin prince and Tsuzuki is his bodyguard. And I'm not even going to mention the one where Hisoka is a cop and Tsuzuki is a prostitute.
Shut up, I knoooow.
6. ...there's a lot of colors in this entry. I think this is what happens when I'm too busy to post for a week, and then try and remember the things I wanted to say.
*Dead baby trucks are semis that drive around the campus area and downtown. They have giant enlarged photographs of aborted fetuses on them. The point is to support some pro-life group, but really, they just cause nightmares.
It was also snowing. Heavily.
Dear weather,
I know you're bipolar, but could we maybe try for one extreme at a time?
Love, Brigdh.
PS- Ten days 'til Spring starts, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
2. I'm in love with the Indian-influenced styles of clothing that are coming out this season. Everything about them appeals to me; I adore the colors: the deep reds and greens and blues, the rich earth tones. I love the intricate patterns and the cuts and especially the materials- silks and satins and soft, transparent gauzy things. I can't wait for it to get warm enough for me to wear them.
They're all exactly my taste. I think I'll buy a thousand outfits and just keep wearing them until they come back in style and I can buy more.
3. The bus driver on the route between campus and the nearby shopping center/movie theatre place recognizes me now. Aw. I feel all special and friendly. And possibly worried about how much time I've been spending at the coffee shop, if not only do the baristas recognize me and ask how I've been and know what I order, but even the bus driver makes a point of saying hi.
4. I had my last yoga class this morning; I try to spend most of my time looking out the window because I can't stand my teacher. Not that you can see much: mostly the dead browns of leafless trees and dull, muted greens that are more grey. And then there was a brilliant red that caught your eye: a dead baby truck*. Ah, how I've missed them. Not.
5. My secret fandom shame is the AUs I have constantly running in my head. They make no sense, they're complete kink fics, and yet I have five million of them. I think I just need something to think about when I'm walking somewhere/riding the bus/falling asleep, but why such weird things, brain?
There's the one where they're all in high school and Tsuzuki is a famous basketball jock, but he has all these fucked-up family issues, and the one in a Depression-era circus where Tsuzuki's literally half-demon, with scary wings and eyes, but is trying to keep that hidden from Hisoka. That one had Tatsumi in it too, originally, and they made for an incredibly angsty triangle, but then the plot required his character to do some evil things, and so he had to become an OC instead of Tatsumi. I've had a particular fondness lately for the one where Hisoka is a Bedouin prince and Tsuzuki is his bodyguard. And I'm not even going to mention the one where Hisoka is a cop and Tsuzuki is a prostitute.
Shut up, I knoooow.
6. ...there's a lot of colors in this entry. I think this is what happens when I'm too busy to post for a week, and then try and remember the things I wanted to say.
*Dead baby trucks are semis that drive around the campus area and downtown. They have giant enlarged photographs of aborted fetuses on them. The point is to support some pro-life group, but really, they just cause nightmares.
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Date: 2005-03-11 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-12 04:39 am (UTC)But I want to read yours! What are they? *_*
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Date: 2005-03-11 08:15 am (UTC)I confess, most of my AU ideas (which will never see the light of day so long as I have a shred of judgment left) somehow have Tsuzuki as a youth councilor or something, blandly ignoring the fact that Tsuzuki himself is desperately in need of a few decades of therapy himself. The blind and suicidally cheerful leading the blind, emotionally stunted and grumpy... *shakes head*
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Date: 2005-03-12 04:44 am (UTC)Ha, you too? I have such a thing for circuses. I was looking forward to watching Carnivale for six months before it started, simply because OMGcircus!
I always put them both as students in my high school AUs- or maybe Hisoka'll be a year or two younger, but it's always pretty close- but if you like more of a teacher/student dynamic, there's this fic (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2121698/1/) by dodger-chan. Not the greatest fic ever, but it has Tsuzuki as Hisoka's social worker, and there's eight chapters of AU kink!fic goodness. Yum.
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-12 04:47 am (UTC)And you totally should!
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Date: 2005-03-11 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-11 02:15 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2005-03-11 02:13 pm (UTC)Really, don't ask. XD *glomp*
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Date: 2005-03-12 04:51 am (UTC)*glomps back*
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Date: 2005-03-11 03:06 pm (UTC)It's quite logical, really, if you jump off from that place where he's doing bioweapons research in the U.S. after Kyoto. What happens is, one day one of his colleagues who was scheduled to be one of those on-air experts for a segment on All Things Considered has a last-minute conflict, and suggests they talk to Muraki instead. He has a lovely voice and an amusing turn of phrase, and people keep using him for commentary on issues where he has some expertise. One day the Newshour books him for a segment, and the media discover that he has a face to match the voice. The next thing anyone knows, rather to his own bewilderment, he's a celebrity. And he's a celebrity everybody assumes is a Democrat, because he may be evil, but he has no patience with stupidity, and he doesn't exactly mince words about his opinion of banning the use of federal funds for fetal stem cell research. So it makes perfect sense when California Democrats, looking for a celebrity to run against Arnold, hit on him.
The pitch to voters is, of course: Vote for our inexperienced celebrity! He's smarter than their inexperienced celebrity; he's scarier; and he's blonder.
I think he's going to win, and I hate to think what he's going to be like at national governors' association meetings.
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Date: 2005-03-12 04:52 am (UTC)You must write me more.
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Date: 2005-03-11 05:25 pm (UTC)Normally, it's just my OTPs that get whacky. Currently, it's Kouchin/Ukyou. Others are Touda/Nagare, Subaru/Hisoka, Yuuto/Tatsumi, Touda/Kijin, Hijiri/Kamui, etc. Most of them aren't serious and just provide eyecandy/awkward sexual tension, and most of them are crossovers. :x Lately, though, my pairing of choice is Tseng/Rufus from Final Fantasy 7, and I keep wanting to write them whenever I think of cocktail umbrellas.
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Date: 2005-03-12 04:55 am (UTC)Dude, those are some crazy crossovers. I'd love to see how you get them together. ^^
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Date: 2005-03-11 06:26 pm (UTC)In anime, I am strangely fond of crack AUs and other things I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole in media fandoms.
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Date: 2005-03-12 05:13 am (UTC)And I feel the same way. I was never that fond of AUs in any other fandom; I usually rolled my eyes and wondered what the point was of reading about Angel and Spike as race-car drivers. But now? I cannot. Get. Enough. I dunno what that's all about.
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Date: 2005-03-11 07:34 pm (UTC)I would so read that. Like, nine times. And add it to memories.
I'd read all the others, too, mind you.
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Date: 2005-03-12 05:11 am (UTC)I would so read that. Like, nine times. And add it to memories.
It's very exciting. Lately, Hisoka was sent to the city to participate in diplomatic relations with another tribe on neutral ground, but was kidnapped by a nationalist cult who planned to hold him hostage so they could make demands from the king. Tsuzuki rescued him, but it involved a daring escape through the narrow streets of the city: Tsuzuki and Hisoka on horseback, vaulting over market stands and around crowds, racing down alleys between several-stories-high tan mud-brick buildings, with laundry lines criss-crossing the space above them. Tsuzuki's leaning over the horse's neck, sword in one hand, trying to find his way out of the city and watch out for hidden spies waiting to ambush them. Hisoka's got his arm around Tsuzuki's waist, pressed against his back to stay on the horse, but he's half-turned around in the saddle, his other arm holding up a sheild to protect them both from the cult-assassins who are following them, raining arrows down from every direction.
My head is like big-budget pop movie.
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Date: 2005-03-11 08:17 pm (UTC)(Yes, I like AUs, why do you ask?)
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Date: 2005-03-12 02:42 am (UTC)...
And I'm not even going to mention the one where Hisoka is a cop and Tsuzuki is a prostitute.
You know you want to~~~
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Date: 2005-03-12 05:15 am (UTC)If I'm going to do any of my crazy AUs, I think I'll probably go for the ones that are less, you know, complete and total cliches.
Also, maybe the ones that actually have plot, instead of just sex. ;)
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Date: 2005-03-12 07:00 pm (UTC)BONI FALLS OFF OF HER CHAIR AND LIES TWITCHING INCOHERENTLY ON THE GROUND
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Date: 2005-03-12 07:06 pm (UTC)*coughs and points upwards in the comments, where scenes are being written*
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