journal title, woo!

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, so here you go. All of my fanfic and icons in one hopefully-easy-to-navigate post so nobody has to scroll and scroll and scroll to find stuff! Huzzah and whatnot.

Fanfic

( Tin Man. )
( Doctor Who )
( Life; Supernatural; Merlin; Watchmen )

Multimedia

( Tin Man Multimedia )
( Doctor Who and Torchwood Multimedia )
( Supernatural and FLOOP!!! Multimedia )

( Aaaand credit to all my icon resources. AKA where I get caps. )

ALSO INCLUDED are all the tags for multi-chapters. And wow, I did not realize I write this much.

THIS IS HOW I'VE DECIDED 5x01 WILL GO:

( Spoilers for the season finale, obviously. )

I sound like a frog. :(

*returns to reading a big boring book for Tues*

I need to preface this whole thing by stating that, in order to watch this episode as soon as possible, I drove back to the house. Yes, really. IN FACT, this is the first time I've seen Supernatural on a genuine TV! The experience is really, really different, omfg. I want to slaughter WalMart for interrupting and I was curled up in a little ball gaping at the commercials going "Oh HELL no, you did NOT just put in A COMMERCIAL BREAK." Funny enough I also watched the last 10 minutes of Smallville and kind of laughed a whole lot. Oh, Smallville. Remember when you used to be cool?

Ahem. Anyway. On to the episode-talk!

( GONE FISHIN' )

I WENT A-LINDY HOPPIN' AGAIN~! I also managed to make the mistake of (a) eating four plates of chips and salsa, calamari, an entire pizza, and dessert before going, and (b) wearing the GRIPPIEST SHOES I OWN. I felt like I had to apologize to everyone I danced with, woe. I was also thwapped in the head by this one guy's arm like three times every times we did any sort of under-move, each of which was followed by an amused/mortified "I'm sorry! You're just TALL!"

Something amusing: Every time a Michael Buble song comes up, the dance floor is immediately full of the bumping-and-grinding sort of swing. EVEN IF IT'S REALLY FAST, YOU'RE BUMPING. Seriously, the man's voice is sex.

Also, I am proud to say that I can do all of the things in the below video. Without thinking, and with flair. Intermediate lesson next Friday for $5, woo! \o/



( And then there's an lj-cut because I ramble when it's this late at night. )

SO HAY GUYS WE'RE FINALLY GETTING TO MYTHOLOGY! Here, have some Mahabharata in easy-to-understand English, because the story is awesome. No, seriously. Read it.

( In which a ridiculously long, old poem is turned into a fractured, semi-westernized fairytale. )

...yeah I just need to point this out.

We had a snowstorm that gave us over a foot of snow this weekend. It's in the high sixties today, and the forecast for Wednesday is 77.

Colorado, you are strange.

And now, ganked from...uh, everyone:

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

( Some terrifyingly accurate, some HILARIOUS. )

ALSO. Obama's emo backstory in Air Gear! You know you wanna read this crack. You really, really do.

Part one of Hana's backstory; birth to the results of her Trial. Warnings for Kage, aka ninjas, doing ninja-y thing, which in 15 Annuals' case (and this installment) includes a very vicious Trial. PG-13. Formatted like this because she'd kill me in my sleep if I did it any other way. Okay, now I'm really going to bed. Really.


Violent Blossom


Once upon a time the OZ had a great Queen who, like all Queens, let her name die when she gained the throne. Known as The Eighth Great and Most Majestic Queen of the OZ, her reign began nearly eight hundred years before the current Queen was even born. Plauged by an evil witch that sought nothing but fear, death, and night, she did two things that changed the Outer Zone forever: sealed the Witch and all her power with her dying breath, and created a society to blend into the shadows and protect her realm to their own dying breath.

Of course, things changed over eight hundred years. The society's code language became its native language, its training became a way of life, and as the years passed by, their protection could be bought, although they always retained their undying loyalty to the O.Z. and its royalty. They called themselves the Kage. Shadows.

If one ventured into the Kage Valley, a green and rocky niche in the Northern Mountains, one might find a village of blocky white houses. Venturing further, there is a house with no garden or windchimes, no stone walkway leading to the front door. There is laundry, an open window, and a woman called Hana inside. She drinks tea and lives with pristine hardwood floors and clothing a little boy grew out of, sleeps next to a room once full of magic and smiles. Now, she sits with knives and needles and memories.



( Read on? )

Sorry, flist. Hinduism = interesting to me.

( Regarding purity and the Vedic definition of karma (aka not your favorite sitcom's definition) )

I like my Hinduism class. It's actually a joint undergrad/graduate-level course, and I'm really liking the way it's taught because of that. The least survey-ish survey course ever. It's fantastic.


Also, as I learned in my O Hay Look, Jesuit Missionaries In Late Ming Dynasty China! class, Chinese Is Hard To Read, Especially The Older Type. That was totally worth devoting 100 minutes of class to learning. AT LEAST I KNOW THE CHARACTER FOR WOOD NOW?

SO. PLANET OF THE DEAD. I reeeeeeeeeaaaalllly liked it. Well, for the most part. Anyway. After this sentence, it's all spoilery stuff for THEORIES and SPOILERS for The Final 10 Special, dun dun dunnnn.

( COME ON, RTD! GO OUT WITH A BANG! )